Dialysis ruminations

It will take me hours to explain what goes on in that illustration.

Hi, readers. This year is a year of good choices. I thought, some few months ago, I should probably get back to nursing and deal with what I know best. I signed up for a dialysis training program in B Braun to start.

Perishable but never forgotten

The sunset skyline today from Greenhills

My dearest Lola Mila died last night. My reflections have poured out like the tears that I've shed in solitude. You just let me sit out in quiet, provide me an alone time, I'd have the opportunity to go back into time. Then, I'd end up with the waterworks.

Up to something

I've been at the hospital in and out of the nowadays. I'm not sick or anything. But I'm there to be the night time look out for my Lola Mila in the ICU. Although she's been out of pneumonia, a new diagnosis came up and the family's still trying to discern about the measures for it.

I missed a few things to blog about because I've dedicated my Hospital-away-time by sleeping or trying to revive old online activities. I especially missed blogging about me and boyf''s 2nd year anniversarry. I'm that lame. I was cramming up ideas. I wanted it to be special but I didn't really know how to spend an anniv when we're far. Yet, of course, I worked up something for him in the end. Sent it in a parcel and I'm quite ecstatic to see it all coming true by the time I come back to Manila.

WHAT'S UP, CATCH UP

Just a week ago, I went to Cebu with Diane. I didn't plan on staying long-- Boohoo for me. I thought I only needed 2 days to enjoy. But it wasn't enough. 

I was planning to go to this Simala Shrine that I heard from my relative. A shrine on a mountain, I thought when she was describing the place: stairs going up the church and Italian facade overlooking the town of Sibonga. She told me that a lot of people would go there seeking for miracles like the sick praying for healing, students praying for grades, graduates with their board exams and random people praying for many things. Their testimonies are etched on the walls of the church. I was curious and also hopeful.

Ruff Life: Murder he barked

Kosmo, my 42 week old Black Labrador

I love animals. I always have a big heart for any human-friendly creature. I also feel affectionate (from afar) for the less human-friendly creatures, mighty predators like bears, big felines in the wild, and others. I guess this was because Disney has romanticized their fierceness. That boldness that they have in the real wild has been portrayed in various movies and tv shows exposing struggles for feeling contrary like having a soft-side.

The story of Noah and his majestic ark was also another reason why I think animals are really amazing.

Let me get straight to the story here. So quite recently, I've been watching too much local news that it frustrates me. There's too much gore out there. I do understand that this is the works of the news team, to present reality. I bet most of the viewers were very alarmed of the shoot-outs, the robberies, and the unending issues with crime and justice. What was most alarming to me was that the other day  this happened: