Aug 2008

KAMUSTA NA PO?
by missP on Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:55 pm

Kaloka!!! I am back. Sobrang na miss ko ito. I have been busy as in!

Nung nakaraang mga ilang buwan, teka, hindi, mag iisang taon na rin, yikessss, nag ka loko-loko ang blogsite ko. Na delete ang karamihan sa mag posts ko. Sa kamalas-malasan, naka limutan kong gumawa ng backup kaya ito, almost empty na ulit siya. Tapos nag start ako bumangon using another platform, kaso naman, dahil nag simula na rin ako sa pangalawang trabaho ko, hindi ko na rin na manage ng maayos ang then „new“ project ko. Naloka ako, nung minsan nagkaroon ako ng maiksing panahon na sana pagandahin ang bagong bahay ko. Sa ikalawang pagkakataon, minalas ako. Nasira ko ulit siya. Hanggang sa nawalan na talaga ako ng panahon na ayusin siya ulit sa sobrang ka bisihan. Hay nako.

Anyway, andito na ulit ako. Well, dalawa par in ang trabaho ko kaya malamang hindi par in madalas ang pag a update ko dito sa site ko. But, at least during the next cuple of weeks ay maaayos ko ito, kasi naka sick leave ang lola niyo. Bakit ikamo? Eh, kasi po na operahan ang bahay bata ko. Mahabang istorya, but I will try to make an entry about it.

In the mean time, HELLO PO SA LAHAT!!!
Vanity
by missP on Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:27 am
Quote:
Ang pimples ay problema ng mga teenagers. Mabuti nalang hindi ko masyadong naging dilemma yan. Pero Tita, ang dark circles sa mata, chaka!


So, ano naman daw po ang pinagka-kaabalahan ko kapag may kaunting panahon nga ako? Naitanong nang isang kasamahan ko sa trabaho. Kasi nga, palaging full ang sched ko everyday. From 4:30 a.m. hanggang 18:00 p.m. on the go ako. Madalas hanggang 20:00 p.m. pa nga.

Napangiti ako. Ang pinaka pahinga ko kasi, nakaka loka--ang panonood ng mga Pinoy TELESERYE. Grabe! Yung tatlong buwang teleserye sa atin, napapanood ko ng ilang lingo lang. Hahaha. Kaya naman ang dark circles sa mata ko ay matindi na rin. Mabuti nalang at meron akong kasamahan sa trabaho na Dermatologist. I-ne schedule niya ako ng facial at binigyan ako ng tips at samples sa vanity problems ko. Buwahahaha. Two months ko nang ginagamit religiously ang mga creams na binigay niya. May progress na din kashit papaano. Pero matindi ang amoy ng creams na ginagamit ko, kaya talaga naming nakakahiyang maki pag bisou sa mga kakilala at kaibigan. Kaya tuloy imbis na umaga at gabi ang application sched ko dito, ay isang beses nalang sa gabi.

Ang magic cream ko? Nako, hindi ko pwedeng sabihin. Isa lang ang masasabi ko. Walang kinalaman ang litrato ng bulaklak na kasama sa post na ito. Buwahahaha. Kung gusto niyo, email niyo nalang ako at i-oorder ko kayo, hehehe.. joke only. Ang masasabi ko ay ang main ingredients nito ay halamang dagat. Effective talaga siya, promise.

Kuminis nga kaya ang kutis ko? please WISH KO! yep yep
It was behind the rock where I saw you dancing...
by missP on Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:05 am
The rock of Gibraltar, which is also called the “Pillars of Hercules” is located at the southwestern tip of Europe. It is separated from North Africa by a stretch of water called the Strait of Gibraltar, which also played an important role throughout history. It has played a strategic part in battles fought. Those who won had control of the western Mediterranean seaways.

It was said that Gibraltar marked the limit to the known and unknown world. To pass beyond the rock island, one needs to sail to certain destruction over the bottomless waterfall at the edge of the world.
It is also said that a long time ago, one can find many leftovers of offerings made to the Gods by civilizations of Phoenicians and Carthaginians in the many caves on the shorelines of the Rock Island.

Hubby and I visited the place or at least we wanted to do it together. Unfortunately, since I still have a Philipine passport, without a Visa from the United Kingdom, I was not allowed to enter the territory.

I managed to convince hubby to go ahead and check out the island and take as many pictures for me. He relented but came back after an hour or so, not impressed with the place. I guess he was already bias because I was not allowed entry to the place and thought that the place is not quite as exciting anymore as it really actually is. I love my hubby, Wink

While hubby was exploring The Rock, I spent my time taking pictures of the surrounding area. There wasn’t much to see. Some residential buildings and studio offices was all that I found. There were also one or two school buildings, but that was basically it. I stayed for awhile under the shades of the scarce trees in the small park that was located across the entrance to Gibraltar. Then, I went for a walk along the shore for almost two kilometers. There I had the chance to capture this series of events. It was amazing. It's as if they knew that from afar, somebody was taking pictures of their beautiful existence.

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Weird...
by missP on Sat Aug 16, 2008 3:06 pm
My first day at the hospital (almost) went quiet boring. I arrived at the admissions office to give the missing papers that was necessary for my admittance. The lady who said she would come by to pick it up from me a little before seven did not arrive until 10 after. Had I not asked the man who was passing bye, whom I assumed was also a staff of the hospital to look for the lady inside their office, I would probably be there until the 8 or 9 a.m. Okay it’s an exaggeration! But apparently, the lady forgot that I would be dropping by because she was already inside having breakfast. She came out to get the paper works from me with her mouth half full of cereals. So much for professionalism!

Then, I was told to go upstairs to the 14th floor. I, together with some other guests had to wait for almost ten minutes for the elevator. I can’t say if it’s because the building is old or if it’s because the hospital is not properly maintained, hence, the bad impression of the guests. For the record, I am here not by choice but by recommendation, ok?! The Gynecologist suggested this hospital to us. He said that he has already sent a lot of his patients to this hospital for OP’s and other checks. The hospital which is located just at the border of Frankfurt am Main and another city called OFFENBACH is by far, the second best in Offenbach. According to some, it is only second best because of it’s old buildings, mind you. The other one was built only several years ago. Therefore, this one where I am admitted (which has been in operation since when the Filipinos could enter Germany without Visa), comes only second. But they are now constructing new buildings just beside the old ones. Not so high but definitely quiet stylish. With a heli-pad at the rooftop of the main building. And I guess, the doctor recommended it because they have really good doctors and not because of the buildings.

Unfortunately, it goes together. Nobody would want to be treated in a place where they think the building would collapse anytime soon. At least, hopefully, not until they get better.
Speaking of Filipina’s, yes, there are also several Filipinas working here as nurse’s aides. They came since 20-30 years ago. A friend of mine, who is also an ex-colleague came to see me and told me that her mother used to work in the very same hospital. She could still tell me some tales about the hospital and somehow, a few myths, (hehehe), about the buildings.


Although the hospital is only second in rank, it seems that it is still very popular because the rooms are forever full. Where I was first stationed, I also had to wait first before I got my own spot in the room. I said spot, because once you get admitted in the hospital, you are immediately assigned a bed which they roll to wherever you would need to go to, for example, the x-ray room, operating room, etc. The bedroom where I was supposed to stay is normally just for two therefore I had to wait until the other patient checked out. It didn’t really matter much, since I was in the operating room most of the time that day. It was only when I came out, that the lady was also gone, so, I was directly rolled over to her spot.

...to be continued po Smile
"3 set ha...itaas lang ang bola. oh, over na!!!"
by missP on Sun Aug 17, 2008 8:56 am
... Yan ang madalas mong maririnig na sinisigawng mga Pinoy dun sa Ost park.

Unang Sabado ng Agosto ay opisyal na binuksan ang torneo sa Volleyball ng mga Pilipino dito sa Frankfurt am Main. Kakatuwa naman. Madami ang dumating. Libre ang pagkain. Sus, nagmistulang fiesta sa Nayon sa dami ng iba’t-ibang putahe na ini handa ng nag organisa ng palaro. Nagsi pag dala din ng kani-kaniyang pagkain ang iba’t-ibang grupong dumalo. Kaya talaga naman hindi magugutom ang kahit na sinong pumunta doon.

Nag parada din ang mag grupong magla laban-laban. Kaka aliw, Kahit ooperahan na ang Lola ay tira pa rin.

Kasama ako sa Green team, Wink saling pusa lang naman. Mas malakas kasi ako kumain kaysa tumira ng bola, buwahahaha bouncenburn . Sabagay, mas may pakinabang talaga ako sa kainan at sa pag papa cute, nyahahaha. Itanong mo kung ano ang pangalan ng team namin? Oh Jo! Kaluguran Daka!!! Oh, di vah, bonga. Di po ako Kapampangan, pero ang manager at halos karamihan sa team members ay taga Pampanga. Hence, the name.



Hindi pa tapos ang laban. Dapat kaninang hapon may liga din, pero kinansela ito ng organizers. Meron yatang isang affair na inihanda ng ibang grupo na kailangan din tangkilin. Ang susnod na laban ay sa huling weekend ng buwan. Championship na daw po. Kung gustong manood at makipag fiesta, lahat po ay welcome.
bananas clapping bananas clapping bananas clapping bananas clapping bananas

Continuation of hospital stories...
by missP on Mon Aug 18, 2008 12:04 am
Yet another story from the hospital.

The next day, there was again another lady waiting for the next available spot. She was bleeding heavily. Although she had her own bed, I was still afraid that she would loose her baby, because she never stopped talking and was was walking up and down the aisle most of the time. It took longer for the staff to find her a place. She had to wait until early evening before they could finally give her a place to stay. The lady didn’t speak German. She could only speak French and Arabic, so it took time for the staff to be able to convey to her the dilemma. It didn’t seem to matter to her anyway because she was busy with her visitors all the time. She came into the admissions office with her cheerleading squad in tow. The funny thing was they brought with them baking pans and cooking utensils. I couldn’t almost stop my giggling when I found out what they were. I thought to myself, perhaps they were presents or they were in the middle of changing residence when she started bleeding. I know, I am mean, but I was punished for it already. My stitches were so painful afterwards from holding back my laughter. Then they moved her to another room and my neighbor and I had our peace and quiet again.

The day after that, an old lady came for a check-up and had to stay again as a guest in our room. She talked a lot about her condition, what was already done before and what still needs to be done. The old lady came from a city called Aschaffenburg. That’s about 60 kilometers from Frankfurt am Main. She said she was also sent here as per the recommendation of her doctor. My room-mate said she lived just a few kilometers away from the old lady and was also sent to the same hospital by her ob-gyne. She also mentioned that she has been in the same hospital a few years ago for an operation and trusts the staff already. Then, they went on sharing stories about their relatives who had an operation in some other hospitals. The old lady said she had a friend who got operated in the clinic near her residence and was definitely quiet happy with the result. She still didn’t understand why her doctor would send her to a farther one. My roommate then, added a story about how her grandmother was operated in another hospital. She said that her grandma was 100 percent happy with the service and the outcome of her operation. Upon hearing this, I couldn’t help but ask how her grandmother is now. And she goes, “ahh, well, she’s dead”. Ngekkk!!! Great punchline! But she was serious, so I guess, it’s true.
More hospital episodes...
by missP on Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:18 pm
I stayed with the lady a few more days in the same room. Then we were moved to the Urologie section of the building because the Frauenklinik (Gynecologie section) was getting overbooked every day. And since, according to the staff, we (my roommate and I) were already getting better, we were the ones kicked out of the place.

The 11th floor is at least a bit cooler than the 14th. But that is the only advantage of the place. We had to share toilet with the men in the same station. Plus, the bathroom is quiet far from our room. My roommate asked me where it is and I told her I found it on the other end during one of my walks. It’s been several days, and we both hadn’t taken a shower yet and we are dying to take one. Okay, at least she is. I can’t take a shower yet because I am not supposed to get my wound wet. Or I should keep them dry at least. She went to check it out. Halfway to the bathroom, she came back and said she wasn’t going to walk all the way to Frankfurt to take a shower. Hahaha. That made me laugh. And of course, I was in pain again. My roommate had to go to the nurse’s station to get the pain reliever for me because it took them forever to respond to our “s.o.s.” light.

The room where we moved into is for three persons. Mine is in the middle, to my right is the nice, funny woman and to my left is empty. Until a Russian woman came in on Thursday. She walked in like the wife of Tsar Ivan, hahaha. Joking. But really, she has an air with her. She was told to take off everything including jewelries. She immediately declared that she has already done everything at home. Hmmm… this means she came into the hospital without, ahemm, panties??? Just a thought. I am really bad. I think I can still blame it as an effect of the operation. Meanieee!!!
Politically correct terms...
by missP on Fri Aug 22, 2008 4:36 pm
While watching the latest teleserye of Regine Velaquez's Ako si Kim Samsoon, sinabi niya na ang politically correct term ng Tomboy ay Lesbian. Ang hirap pala talaga ng hindi updated sa mga ganitong mga terms. Kaka-loka!

Kaya si-nearch ko pa sa internet ang iba pang mga terms na dapat malaman...ahemmmm! Ang mga naka bold letters ay mga faves ko, hehehe.

Abortion - Near-Life Experience
An Immigrant - a newcomer
Assassination - involuntary term limitation
Bald - comb-free
Blind - visually challenged
Body Odor - nondiscretionary fragrance
Broken Home - Dysfunctional Family
Bum - Displaced Homeowner

Criminal - unsavory character
Drowning - aquatically challenged
Drug Addict - Chemically Challenged
Earthquake - geological correction
Fail - achieve a deficiency
Fat - gravitationally challenged
Geek, Nerd, whatever - socially challenged

Homeless - residentially flexible
Housewife - domestic engineer
Hunter - Animal Assassin

Incompetent - Differently Qualified
Insane People - Mental Explorers
Janitor - sanitation engineer
Lazy - motivationally deficient
Library - Educational Resource Center
Loser - uniquely fortuned individual on an alternative career path
Messy - differently organized
Mute/Dumb - verbally challenged
Not with anybody at the moment - romantically challenged
Perverted - Sexually dysfunctional
Policeman, Policewoman - law inforcement officer
Poor - monetarily challenged
Prisoner - client of the correctional system
Prostitute - sex care provider
Psychopath - socially misaligned
Racist - genetically discriminating
Really Big Nosed - nasally disadvantaged
Shoplifter - Cost-of-Living Adjustment Specialist
Short - vertically challenged
Slut - suffering from a sex addiction (female)
Stained - creatively re-dyed
Stoned - Chemically inconvenienced
Stud - suffering from a sex addiction (male)
Stupid - intellectually impaired

Thin - horizontally challenged
Tone Deaf - musically delayed
Too old/young - Other aged
Ugly - Facially challenged
Unemployed - Involuntarily leisured
Vomiting - Unplanned Reexamination of Recent Food Choices
Welfare Bum - economically disadvantaged
Wife - unpaid sex slave
Wrong - differently logical

Doc, I have pain...
by missP on Sat Aug 23, 2008 9:44 am
On my second to the last day at the hospital, the patient lying on the bed to my left had a spasm early in the morning. She was at the toilet just a few minutes before it happened. After she came back, she asked me if I also had shoulder pains, muscle pains and vomiting feelings. I said I never had any of those except for the pain in the abdomen where the cut was made. And then later on, I also had some pains on the side where my drainage bag was attached. I tried to tell them that they should just remove it, and each time, they said that it should stay there for sometime still. Then they promised that once the liquid that comes out is not more than 50 ml, they would immediately remove it. One day it reached just below 40 ml, so I asked them to take it away. They said they needed confirmation from the doctor first. When the doctor came, he said, we should wait until the liquid coming out into the tube is already light color-ish, example yellow-ish or even more transparent. Just as long as it is not reddish anymore like blood. I relented. When it was already yellow-ish, they said they would take it out the day before I would be released from the hospital. But even then, they would still need to do some checks before they can remove it. At this point, I gave up. They will definitely do it, when they think they should. So, I once again succumb to their professional decision making. But I digress.

Anyway, she started to complain that she had pains just above her ribs, first on the right side. She was already hyper ventilating when the pain bridged over to the left side. By the time I could get somebody to check on her from the nurse’s station, which was only after 2 minutes or so, the patient was already convulsing. Her whole body shaking and she was grasping for her breath. She tried to shout that she couldn’t breathe anymore. The young lady who came to check first what was going on said that she had to get somebody else, but she couldn’t handle such situations. Apparently she is just a novice. So, after 30 seconds or so, the assigned nurse came running to our room. It was a male nurse this time. He looked at the patient, asked her o describe how/what she feels and advised her to calm down so she can breathe again normally. She tried to explain than even breathing is painful enough already. She cried this time and said, “ verstehen sie mich? Ich kann nicht richtig atmen. Es tut weh!“ (Do you undersand? I cannot breathe properly. It is very painful). He went out again to get the phone so he could contact the doctor from the gynecologie section (since we were moved to the Urologie station a few days earlier). He came back with the phone in his hand and said he couldn’t reach anybody. But he called the doctor on duty already. This was about 6:10 in the morning. Two minutes later, a male in doctor’s gown, hair ruffled and looked like he hadn’t had any sleep at all, came into the room. He asked what happened, but directed the question in general.

At this point, there were already three or four more nurses present. One left murmuring that there was already too many of them in the room. I thought, yeah, but nobody else seemed to know what to do. Another one went out to look for the oxygen tank, which, he couldn’t seem to find. He was running from one end of the room to the other. Finally, an elderly nurse, came rolling the thing down the hallway. Upon entering the room, she asked again the patient, what happened. One nurse tried to explain what occurred previously. Then, a second doctor entered the room, looked at the patient and ordered the nurse to get a pain reliever. It had to be infused so it works fast. He explained to the patient what it was for, and why the needed to do it. She said ok. So they injected it to her. She slowly calmed down, but was still gasping for her breath. A few more minutes later, the gynecologist came into the room, asked again the patient to describe what happened and how she was feeling at the very moment. She said there is still pain, but couldn’t get to explain anymore what happened before. He asked her if she could sit up so he can check her lungs. She said she could get up, but later, not at that moment. He told her that she has to go to the first floor for x-ray checks. And that they will check on her again later that day. She agreed.

I waited anxiously until the time that she would be picked up for her checks but nobody came. Yaaaaa--- I was already getting afraid for my roommate. But to her, everything seemed to be fine again. Evening came when she had the second bout of spasm. But this time the nurse on duty knew exactly what to do. He brought with him the oxygen tank, just in case. He checked her blood pressure and body temperature. He then informed the patient that he would again inject pain reliever for her. This time the situation was under control. Thank goodness!
The green team won!!! Yeheyyyy.
by missP on Sun Aug 24, 2008 8:27 am

The final game for the Philippine Volleyball competition in Frankfurt am Main, Germany for the ladies, ended yesterday. The Sports committee decided to end the games a week earlier because of the weather conditions. It has been a cold and short summer. The original plan was to finish the season during the first week of September. Just before the Basketball season starts. The yellow and the green teams competed for the trophy. Best of 5 sets was the aim. It was a very tight fight. We ended at two all. At the last game, the Green team scored 8 to zero. Making the green team the champion for this year. Applause bravo Applause bravo Applause bravo

Nobody expected that the green team would make it. At the onset of the games, the green team had very good defense but poor offense. I couldn't miss the game. I needed to be there to give the whole team members support and cheer for them. Even if I was in pain because of the cold weather, I sat there at the park and cheered for my team. Hubby took me there, complete with my sleeping bag-cum-blanket, my own pillow and he made some sort of lean-to for me right where I could have a good view of the game. Nobody could believe it, but, .... WE WON!!! bananas trophy bananas trophy bananas trophy bananas

The awarding ceremony will be next Saturday at the same venue. The male teams will still compete and after their game comes the giving of awards. Dancing clapping Dancing clapping Dancing clapping Dancing
Shopping... the best medicine... or so I thought!
by missP on Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:04 pm
After my operation, I stayed for three weeks at home. I was vegetating slowly. I didn't take a shower during the whole two weeks. I was honestly afraid that something would go wrong with the wounds. Yeah, yeah, i know. It sounds yuckkkyy. Honestly, I only washed myself with the help of a face towel, some hot water and a spritz of green cross rubbing alcohol. I changed clothes everyday, of course, since I was always taking a peek into my wounds. They really looked eeeeky.

I only stayed in bed most of the time. I would just get up to get something to eat, since hubby dear was working. Or I stood up whenever I needed to go to the loo, but that was basically IT. I didn't move too much, for fear that my wounds would just crack open whenever I try to do something harsh. I had a pretty wild imagination when it came to what could happen to my stitches, hehehe.

Having said all these, suffice it to say that this is also the reason why I didn't accept visitors during my recuperating days. I was smelly, ugly, grouchy, prickly and paranoid. It was better that I was left alone to rot in bed. Or so i thought.

Until I was told that my favorite place to shop was going to close and that everything was on sale up to 70% off. I was sad and (but) excited at the same time. Sad because, this would mean I would have to travel more than 60 kilometers now just to go shopping. But excited because of the discount signs that kept circling in my mind. My friend called me to tell me to say that she wouldn't miss the big sale and that she would be picking me up at 9:00 A.M. the next day. I couldn't say no. She is my fave shopping companion after all. And we always found really good deals together.

She came punctual the following day. Hauled me into her VOLVO XC90 and we drove excited to the shop. Although I always had to look for a place to sit every 30 minutes, I still managed to have fun. I spent much more than I should have, but what the heck! I am sick at the moment. I need something to soothe my pains, Wink yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah. Whatever!

I finally bought my dream set of dinning ware from Villeroy & Boch. The "My Garden" set which I have been dying to own for several months now. Plus some other trinkets for the house. After 6 hours, I was more than ready to go back home. I was in pain but very happy of my purchases. Now, I just need to explain to hubby what craziness I did again. Wink
Leave me alone, I'm out of service!
by missP on Thu Aug 28, 2008 7:38 am
My colleague who was also operated for the removal of myoma on the 5, of august called me to ask how I was feeling. I told her that I was still in pain. I still can't do much at home and there is a very big chance that I would still be on sick leave until the first week of September. She said she also had the same pains, but was already going back to work on the 28th of this month. I asked her how she planned to do it? She works for a company that provide service assistance to ALL airlines at the airport. The work they do is to meet and assist passengers who have difficulty going from one gate to the next or from the check in counters to the gates end eventually into the plane. They assist old and young, small and huge passengers. And by huge as in size XXL too. I asked her how she would assist a pax if she herself would be needing assistance as well. And besides, she would be on her feet all the time at work. For 8 hours with only 30 minutes break, I think it would be too much for her.

She said she had to go to work because she is just new in the company and still has no permanent contract. She is afraid to loose her job. I told her that she shouldn't be afraid. As long as she has her sick slips from the doctor, she is very much protected by law. She cannot be fired for reasons of being sick. Besides, what she had was a major operation. She is definitely entitled to stay longer at home if she still has pains from the operation. It is not only because she has the Flu that's why she is staying at home, ( I reasoned out). But she insisted that she cannot stay out of work for long.

I know, this may sound like I am justifying myself for staying at home longer than her, wherein in fact, we had the operation on the same exact dates. Speaking for myself now, I am not going to risk going to work and then end up in more pains later than i am in now. I want to get well first, before I start working hard like a carabao in the fields again. And that' s that!


NOTE:
It would have been much easier if we humans are like Automated Teller Machines. We just need to put a sign that says: OUT OF SERVICE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!