The road to adulthood is filled with moments that define what kind of person you become: your first fist fight, your first kiss, your first minor felony. Since most of the aforementioned defining moments occured while I was looking the other way, I was in desperate need of a “coming of age” moment that would herald in the age of adulthood. As is usually the case with me, when I was presented with such a moment, it was not without a hitch.
A few weeks ago, I was diagnosed with Impaired Glucose Tolerance (IGT); which is just a fancy way of saying “You don’t have diabetes yet, but you’re just as screwed. Hand over the ice cream, chubs.”
As a result, I have to closely monitor my blood sugar level two times a week. Owing to the fact that my mother’s a full-fledged diabetic, we have one of those DIY glucose monitoring thingies (henceforth referred here as the THINGAMAJIG). It basically works like one of them home pregnancy tests, but instead of peeing on it you get to bleed on it.
Continue reading ‘Biting the Needle’
Had to spend the weekend at Baguio because my company, in its infinite wisdom, decided to schedule our summer outing after the summer. Seing as my family owns and runs the said company, and how I’m supposed to be learning how to run it—a task for which I have no aptitude I might add—I had no choice but to tag along and bond with my co-workers.
Discounting all the pleasant activities such as contracting a bad case of diarrhea, and a near death experience that would have landed all of us in the hospital even without the diarrhea, it was an altogether ok weekend if only Rach was along for the trip, and if there was an accessible wifi hotspot anywhere near where we were staying. This resulted to a backlog of movies, books, and CDs I wasn’t able to blog about.
The fact that I got home to a busted DSL modem only served to further the delay. While I had originally drafted a detailed review of each item in my mind; my desire to actually put my thoughts on paper (or on screen as is the case) has severely diminished in proportion to the amount of weight I lost during my bout with diarrhea.
So, in the hopes of moving on with my life at the soonest possible time, here are my abridged thoughts on the following distractions that I have been involved with in the past few days:
Continue reading ‘Not even trying’
It’s funny how moving a single piece of furniture can make all the difference.
That computer table has been occupying the space at the foot of my bed ever since we started living here. This entry might give you an idea of what my room used to look like. If it weren’t for my mom’s suggestion, I wouldn’t have thought of moving it.
Now my room feels 40% bigger. If only that translates to 40% more sleep.
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