Almost

It’s almost a year now that I am living inside the hospital. And frankly, I got no real space and real time. My eardrums are starting to ache from the paging system which usually starts at 6 in the morning and ends at 9 in the evening. The routine prayers that I hear everyday is so much like that of a timed medication, we have 6 am Angelus, the 12 noon Angelus, the 3 o’ clock prayer, the 6 pm Angelus and the last prayer of the day- the evening prayer that is being said with out failure every  9 pm… huh!? That’s 5 prayers all in all. Heaven here I come! WohAoho!  You might wonder why we have all these prayers, well I happened to work in a religious (Catholic) hospital. In this institution the Sisters rule! 

Anyway back to my almost a year here,  my Olfactory nerves are now immune with all the scents that you can think of in a hospital. I know that I am at 3B station even with eyes closed, because of the so so so familiar smell. What smell? Its not stinky though, id say its a cocktail of hot air plus sweat, scent of  Ampicillin, aroma of betadine admixed with alcohol, plus the mixture of different perfumes that people wear. Addicting!  


 My eyes? Well, my retinas are now making their own visuals. They are now telling me: “we are so bored. Come on! entice us with a new stimuli… we need new images.” Poor optic nerves! I think they are starting to atrophy. 


And Oh, my taste buds, my taste buds are now starting to get numb with the canteen food, hehehe. Top choices? For breakfast, (that if I am not too lazy to go down), hmm I can have chorizo, fried dried fish and scrambled egg. Lunch: fish tinola, sweet and sour fish, dinugoan, pork humba and chicken curry. Dinner? I skip this part of the regimen unless its free. Free- meaning we have scientific lectures outside the hospital. Wink!

The catch when one stays in the hospital, LOTS OF SAVINGS they say! But I am poor as a rat. Who can blame me? Ayala is just a walk away no!

This is my life for almost a year now. Boring?  Well, codes at the wards and ER spiced it up!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

my first..

well, this is my first blog and  its all because of my superdupergudfrend told me so or should i say "pushed" me to make one. (i am not complaining though, im enjoying this).  i am not really a writer as to speak. i read... thats it, i just read! i love books and i generously  praise the authors... before i made this page, i asked that friend of mine, " and what should i write about? when i write something its usually 5 liners... and in a paper and then gone." that friend said: " ambot, quote sa imu fave buks. hehe". Not bad, but if i have to write it all down it will take me much time to open those books again. i might be typing Coelho's book- The Alchemist or lines from the book entitled, My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares (iv got to read this book again). The other day i just finished The Last Letter from Your Lover by Jojo Moyes, Oh God! the book was so beautiful, full of passion and love emanates in every line. Call me sentimental now :)... here is one of the letters that made me fall in love with the book:
   
     I swore I woudn't contact you again. But six weeks on I feel no better. Being without you- thousands of    miles from you- offers no relief at all. The fact that I am no longer tormented by your proximity, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly want, has not healed me. It has made things worse. My future feels like a bleak, empty road.
    I don't know what I' m trying to say, darling Jenny. Just that if you have any sense at all that made the wrong decision, this door is still wide open.
    And if you feel that your decision was the right one, know this atleast: that somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Your
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gee, this is all i can write for now.. told you im no writer. this piece got no substance at all. :)

ideas overflowing but i am short for words  and all i can think about is.... sleep.