Archive

Monthly Archives: May 2012

I have a sudden realization that in a week’s time, it will be June—half-way through 2012. Insert panic here. Why so, if you may ask? Well, I do not really intend to divulge any concrete details about my Big Day yet, but because of this awareness, I had to make a quick mental note on the things to do in the coming weeks. Time. I have to make time. There is always time for everything. Oh. My. Goodness. I guess my skills in multitasking and time management will be tested in the actual preparation for my wedding.

A few days ago, I was just talking to a close friend about her upcoming wedding in September. When I asked how Pardz is feeling about it, she said she wanted to become hysterical, but tries to remain calm because there’s still a handful to accomplish. To be honest, even with an event coordinator to assist her with the preparations, I still cannot fathom how she managed to get her hands on with the development being miles away from home!

Another friend of mine who is tying the knot in November just had their pamamanhikan last Saturday. Pamamanhikan (derived from the word, panik, which means to ascend or to climb a house’s flight of stairs) is a Filipino custom where the would-be groom formally asks permission to wed the affianced pair. The would-be groom is expected to speak to the parents about his intentions, and his parents must call on the bride’s parents to gain their approval. Arrangements for the wedding are discussed during this ritual. In addition to this, the would-be groom and his parents bring some pasalubong (gifts) as dowry or offering. This custom has been passed on from generation to generation to symbolize honor and respect for the parents. According to Lai, their next task is to complete the requirements to be submitted to the parish where they are getting married. This is usually done a couple of months before their actual wedding day because there are some documents that have a certain period of validity.

I cannot really say that I have a busy schedule. By busy, I mean an 8-hour day job and about 1- to 2-hours workout afterwards. Perhaps I can squeeze in a few hours before bedtime to go through with the checklist or compromise a few hours of sleep on weekends to allot in researching for inspirations and potential suppliers. Of course I would love my hubby-to-take part in the planning, so he has to make time for me, too. Sacrifice.

I know this is going to be exciting, frustrating, and stressful all at the same time, but I need to keep in mind what my Mom said, “Learn to savor every single part of your wedding preparations. When you get there, you will realize what I am trying to say.” Oh, Lord, please send forth your guardian angels to help us discern better judgments and to keep us from any form of unnecessary stress. So help me God.

[05 May 2012]

I just want to share that I have never really appreciated weekends as much as I do now. Back in college, my classes run from Tuesday to Saturday which makes Sunday and Monday my official weekend. I disliked this at first because in most cases, family events occur on Saturdays when it’s okay to stay up late because there’s no school/work the next day. Since I started working, I have considered myself as one of those people who very much look forward to the next weekend on a Sunday night.

Today was no different. I woke up feeling fired up, anticipating the promise of yet another fun weekend with my family. The only thing I had planned for the day was a visit to the salon for a root touch-up. I got up and got ready. Before I left the house, I realized that my Mom was already awake. She wasn’t in their room, so I figured she’s at my grandfather’s. I was right. She was sitting in front of my grandfather’s bed, watching him as he sleeps. It was heartbreaking to watch Tatay sleeping with rapid, shallow breathing. To make it worse, his right wrist was tied loosely from the hospital bed’s railing. According to Mom, they had to do this to prevent Tatay from pulling his NGT. That week, he had pulled his NGT twice, and every time we had to call a trained nurse/doctor to fasten it again. I bid Mom goodbye and though I wanted to kiss my grandfather on his forehead, I opted not to, so I won’t wake him up.

While I was at the salon, my brother was texting me, asking me to treat them to the movies tonight. The Avengers was on its second week, and since I was already at the mall, he thought I could check the movie schedule out. After I had my hair done, I headed down to the cinemas to purchase four movie tickets to the 1945H screening. Since that was only 1330H, I decided to go home instead of waiting at the mall. When I got home, my brother told me that my Mom was brought to the hospital because she’s been having high blood pressures for two days already. At 1800H, my brothers and I left the house, and dropped the youngest off at DLA because he had a basketball game. In our last conversation, Mom and I had agreed to meet at Alabang Town Center since they’ll be coming from a friend’s house in a nearby village. We borrowed a suction machine for Tatay since he had been advised to have his phlegm pumped out every day because this contributes to his difficulty with breathing.

Twenty minutes until screening time, my brother and I arrived at the mall. It was crazy in the cinemas area with all the people waiting in line. Since we won’t have time to grab dinner prior to the movies, Roi decided to get us some Serenitea that we can bring inside. Five minutes until 1945H, our parents were just having their car parked. We were about to get in when we saw Mom and Dad pacing through the crowd towards us.

The lights have been dimmed, indicating that the movie was about to start, and that’s no more than five minutes since we got ourselves seated, when Lando called Mom. We didn’t really hear the entire conversation between Mom and Lando, but the message was clear. My grandfather has passed away. Roi and I were unable to speak. Mom and Dad left even before the movie began. We were asked to finish the movie as they sped off to see Tatay. I didn’t know how to feel about being seated there, about to watch an exciting movie while my Mom’s mourning over my grandfather’s death. I can’t say I enjoyed the movie 100% because my mind was flittering somewhere else.

It’s 2230H. I knew I had to remain clear-headed, so given that none of us has eaten anything for dinner, I told my brother to drive to McDonald’s near Madrigal Ave. to grab some food. On our way home, I called Miggy in Texas to deliver the news. He was saddened by this for he wanted my grandfather to be at our wedding, but that won’t happen now.

The funeral service has not picked my grandfather up at our house when we got there. In his room were Lando and our good neighbor, Tita Chuchi, who happened to be a retired nurse. Tatay’s mouth had been closed, and he had been already straightened up when we arrived. He seemed to have expired peacefully, as if he was just in deep sleep. His nail fingers were already white as snow. I held my grandfather’s arm—it was already stone-cold, but I can still slightly pinch his skin. That was the first time I ever touched a cadaver. Not an ounce of fear did I feel since it was my grandfather, and I wanted to physically appreciate him for the last time.

Every Saturday since my grandfather’s no longer able to join us for Sunday mass, a lay minister, Tito Eric, personally comes to our house so Tatay [and Lando] could receive communion. Tatay could no longer receive communion by mouth since he had his NGT, so it was understood that his host will be mixed with his liquid food on his next feeding time. According to Lando, my grandfather’s companion, Tito Eric was able to pray over him and gave him his final blessings.

Our family mourns over my grandfather’s passing, but his demise was more of a relief for the reason that at least he’s free from pain and all these earthly sufferings. Most importantly, we are glad because we know that he is now with my grandmother in heaven. After all, when she died, he said, “Goodbye, my love, until we meet again.”

What a shame I haven’t been able to write anything for the month of May. I had one too many drafts that are yet to be published, but I don’t know how to get back into them again.

The last few weeks had been tough—both physically and emotionally. A little over a month ago, my grandfather was brought to the hospital due to difficulty in breathing. This brought extreme fright in the household since my Mom didn’t know whether she’d still take him to the hospital or watch him die in such a bad state.  With the consent of Mom’s youngest sister, she rushed Tatay to Las Piñas Doctors Hospital.

The doctor had informed my Mom that they need to monitor Tatay for 48 to 72 hours since this is the most critical time (read: he may or may not make it). Tatay had a bad case of pneumonia, requiring the doctors to extract excessive phlegm in his lungs using a suction pump/machine. The doctors even ordered that a nasogastric tube (NGT) and nasal oxygen tube be attached to him in order to feed and help him breathe, respectively. That was April 11th. To make matter worse, my Dad was bound for The Netherlands that Saturday, April 14th, while we had no idea how long Tatay will stay at the hospital. Dad had thought of cancelling his flight when no 24 hours later, Tatay looked as if nothing happened. He was literally stick-thin when he was admitted to the hospital, but the following day, he looked like he already gained weight. I don’t even know how that’s possible. Even Tatay’s attending doctor was surprised how fast Tatay had “recovered” when he was almost losing his breath when he was rushed to the emergency room the day before.

Five days later, Tatay was discharged from the hospital. Tatay just got a bit lucky that he didn’t have to depend on a nasal oxygen tube in order to breathe, but we had to feed him through his NGT. While we were happy that’s he’s home with us, the sight of him in that condition was just heart-breaking. Two of my Mom’s siblings came home—one from Texas, the other from Sydney. They both decided to come home to assist Mom in taking care/looking after my grandfather. My aunt from Sydney left after a week, while my uncle stayed for two weeks.

To be honest, I cannot be any more annoyed with my uncle because since he got here, all he did was work on his personal agendas. I felt bad for my Mom all the more when one Wednesday morning on April 25th, I woke up having a high temperature with severe lower back pains. It felt so painful that I had to take a leave off from work that day. Mom and my uncle, however, had scheduled their trip to Bangbang in Sta. Cruz, Manila to purchase a decent hospital bed for my grandfather. They were out all day, and when they arrived home that night, my fever still hasn’t disappeared. Mom was so tired and sleepy that she had asked me to try to endure the pain, sleep it off, and if my fever persists in the morning, she’ll bring me to the hospital. Despite taking Biogesic for my fever, and keeping myself hydrated, my restlessness just won’t go away. That afternoon, my Mom decided to bring me to Las Piñas Doctors Hospital. It turned out I had another episode of urinary tract infection (UTI). It was about the same time last year that I suffered from this condition, and the thought of going through all that again was dreadful. Although no bleeding occurred whenever I pee, severe lower back pain got the better of me. In fact, it felt like the pain had lingered to my abdomen, thus making me even more restless.

In the emergency room, I went through a series of laboratory tests such as complete blood count (CBC) and urinalysis. While we wait for the results, I was given analgesic and antipyretic medicines via intravenous injection. Two hours later, the laboratory results were in, and a resident doctor came to interpret them to us. So it was confirmed that I had UTI, and given that several kidney issues have been addressed form both sides of the family, I may have an impending kidney disease as well. I was prescribed with antibiotics and oral pain-relievers, and was given a request for kidney, ureter, bladder (KUB) ultrasound. I wanted to have myself admitted to the hospital, but given the situation that my Mom monitors my grandfather, no one else can be my companion, so I opted to rest at home in order for Mom to attend to both my grandfather and I.

I was not able to undergo the above-mentioned procedure until two days later. I was asked to consume as much water to the extent that I’d feel like I need to go to the bathroom. When I felt like my bladder was about to explode, I asked the ultrasound technician if I can already be accommodated. During the first part, Miss Ultrasound Technician had me lie down in bed, and then she started with the procedure. After which, she assisted me to the nearest restroom where I can finally take a leak. When I was done, she once again checked my abdomen then my sides. According to my Mom, they had to identify the maximum capacity of liquids my kidneys can hold during the first part, and how much liquid I eliminate/remains in my kidneys afterwards. Two days later, the results were in. To our relief, everything was NORMAL. The doctor thought perhaps I did have a few kidney stone formation, but since I was immediately put on strong medications, I was able to flush them out before I even went through with the KUB ultrasound procedure.

It was so ironic that despite changing my lifestyle from sedentary to an active lifestyle, even watched my diet for quite some time now, I still experienced this condition. It was an awakening from my end, since I think the one thing that triggered this circumstance was my infrequent water intake, thus making me dehydrated most of the time. Now I try to consume at least 12 glasses (96 oz.) of water a day, regardless if I feel thirsty or not. In addition to this, I also try to avoid holding my pee especially when I’m at work. I think more than anything else, I need to get these things into my system in order for me to live a healthier and fuller life.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 458 other followers