A POEM TO PONDER

...... L I F E ......

Life is d most precious gift
Dont waste time but make d best of it
Once it s lost, u'll never hav it back
So enjoy, be gay and relax.

Indeed life s full of mystery
A mixture of joy, happiness, pain and misery
It's up to u how u deal with adversities
Make use of them or you let them be.

There's a time to be sad, melancholy and be silly
There is a time to be euphoric, jolly and glee
Somehow life is never the same each day
Somethin new always comes up everyday.

So live life today as if you'll be gone tomorrow
But plan as if you're gonna live a thousand years or so
Though the future is obscure or out of our range
We still have to prepare for our future or else.....

... don't worry not everyday is Monday.

The long and windin road... subay sa ng liko likong dalan sa kinabuhi hangtud hikaplagan ang kinatumyan kung aha ang kalipay nahimutang.

I WENT THROUGH HELL TODAY

The other night i slept late(past 1 AM) and i woke up at 10 Monday morning. Oooops i felt something wrong at the right side of my abdomen - it was painful. I thought maybe i needed to release unwanted gas from my body or maybe my urethral infection got worse. I tried to lay on my bed faced down  and brought my hips up in the air to help the gas come out easily. It didnt work and the pain got worse. I tried to sit on my bed and suddenly i felt nauseous and i thought i was gonna throw up. i raced to the bathroom and i was retching a lot but nothin came out from my mouth. Suddenly i felt weak and wobbly and it was just awful! i thought i was goin to collapse right in the bathroom. I had to fight the feelin and i said to myself  i was goin to be okay. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I waded my way back to my room. gosh! i looked so ghostly pale! I was thinkin to call 911 beacuse the pain was so excruciating.

I tried to lay down again to see if the pain would subside. After a few minutes i felt better so i decided to have breakast thinkin that foods might help. I only had a couple of bites when the pain came back and i felt throwin up again.  It was then that i decided I needed to go to the hospital. I still got a chance and the strength to clean up myself before callin a taxi. The hospital was just 5 min away from where i live. When i got to the emergency at 11am, as if on cue the pain got worse and almost unbearable. I was screamin then in pain. It was hell! I was screamin  for an hour before the nurse could see me because there were other patients ahead of me. After the nurse checked my vitals and learned some info about my medical background i was brought to the emergency room in a wheelchair. The doc finally saw me and gave me pain medication through IV. The medical technicians(2 of them and 1 was a trainee yet) tried to draw blood from my right arm and I was poked with needles twice but they could not just get it right. They didnt know what they were doin because it hurt and they could not just draw blood. They kept on talkin about anythin while workin.  I was relieved when the physician assistant took over and she was able to do so without problem. 

Anyway, I felt so much better when the pain meds started to kick in. I had CAT scan an hour later and it was found out i had a kidney stone goin down to the bladder from my kidney. It hurt like hell while the stone passed through the tube. And it wasnt in hurry but  took its grandest time along the way before it reached my bladder. And below my abdomen and its right side were about to explode while it took its process.

Before 2:30PM i was released from the hospital with an Rx(Darvocet - a narcotic or controlled drug) for pain. I took one tablet when i got home and i went to the lala land after a few minutes. I woke up feelin so much better and almost back to my normal self.

I would worry about the bills later. 

Scared!

It started last thursday. I was alarmed because my urine was a lil bit reddish. i didnt mind it really. i didnt feel any pain or discomfort in releasin the extra water out of my body. Then the following Friday it scared me because there was a lot of blood in my urine. At first i thought the red color was caused by a lot of sodas i had been drinkin previuosly. Friday afternoon I started to have pain below my abdomen and burnin sensation at the tip of my penis. Then a thought struck me and i was scared to death - that my kidney had given up on me because of the meds(for allergies,  muscle relaxant, pain pill for my arthritis and damaged hip joints)  i have been takin. I thought my kidney was damaged by my meds and i knew  that if it  was damaged i wouldnt  live for long. I panicked and my thoughts raced back home. I even thought that i had to get home to Philippines before i would die to spend quality time with my loved ones for the remainin days of my life. huh! and I wanted to cry.

Anyway as  Friday progressed the pain also escalated and my urethra(for male it is the membranous tube that extends from the urinary bladder to the tip of the penis or simply the passageway of urine and semen) was burnin. i was beginnin to feel  discomfort while and after urinating and the amount of blood in my urine increased. I  was scared and became agitated. Add to that the commotions in our facility because there were 3 pairs of fist fightings caused by the new admitted residents. Wow! that Friday was really a bad one for me.

and i had to pull a double shift that day!

But luckily our resident doctor came on that day(Fiday). so i consulted him and i was soooooo relieved that i had only urethal infection instead of the damaged kidney. Not that urethral infection is any better but at least it wasnt that serious. i was to take  antibiotics(ciprodex 500 mg twice a day) for 7 days. Now sometimes there is stil some blood in my urine but not much anymore. Sometimes I still have pain down there but thank God im feelin better each day. 

Here's a toast to my complete recovery ;)

uhmm

Im a filipino who works in a residential health care facility in toms river new jersey. I cater to people with mental issues. i dispense meds and do some paper works. Sometimes i help setting up appointments (and rides) with their doctors. My job actually is a tidbit of everything -  answerin calls ,callin pharmacy to follow up meds, faxin new Rx to the pharmacy , makin chart files for new residents ,givin meds ,callin ambulance and sendin resident to hospital, restrainin agitated residents or restrainin residents from fist fightin(which scares me most), callin the police for the missin resident - my job is just about everythin.  I love my job and i enjoy dealing with our residents. It's nice to be of service to these kind of people. It takes patience to deal with them due to their mental stability. Often times i got cursed because of cigarette or just because of anything they want but could not just have. sometimes it's funny to see a resident cursin or gettin wild just becuse he needs a cigarette but couldnt get one. But then i have to understand that a single cigarette could mean a thousand dollars to them. Sometimes i can't help but lash out also when i get attacked. im only a human being and i would be a hyprocrite if i say i dont lose my temper sometimes. But the most important thing is i truly understand how these people feel and react to certain situations. I always realize after my own anger or temper subsides that these people need understanding and warmth and love which i think they usually lack from their own home. They almost dont have nothing at all in life now that they are placed by the government in our facility. yes these people are supported by the us government because they cant work or cant hold a job for long due to their mental situations. These people are depressed, emotionally troubled and a lot are even psychotic(laughin and talkin to themselves, havin suicidal thoughts, cursin most of the time) . Some dont have even family. No family members come to visit them and some are even thrown out by their own family and was glad to be out of their lives. They are considered burdensome and nuisance. They are left alone by their own famly and lived on the streets or are homeless for months before they were brought to our facility. Now they have shelter and foods and got a home in our facility. But mind you, they dont stop complainin and cursin about just anythin: foods, towels and wash clothes, tissue papers, showers, toilets, cigarettes and the biggest issue is money - which most of them get a $110 in a month for their peronal needs allowance. I wonder how they spend that amount to survive in a month. they just got so lucky that Uncle Sam is very rich to support them. at least the US government has a lot of money for these kind of people.

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