tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39013709910636831902024-03-14T18:00:16.653+08:00Living Mye LifeMyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.comBlogger827125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-41009085979739329242023-01-08T21:40:00.001+08:002023-01-08T21:40:13.742+08:00Overthinking<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">How do you
battle emptiness? The sudden sadness that creeps within you and makes your
heart flutter and renders you immobile. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I tried
diverting my time in what we call decluttering our endless old clothes and unusable
things but the moment you stops, then the feelings went back again. I can’t
think even a happy thought right now. I’m so sad. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Was I thinking
too much? Was I worried that a transfer of site from our current work may mean I
need to resign?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because it is way too
far from our house, and I know I can’t handle the travel by commute. Was I affected
of my colleague’s sickness? Was I badly needing a miracle to stop overthinking?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I keep on
praying to God that in times like this, may He be my cane to remain standing
amidst the storms that coming my way. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There will
always be a silver lining <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheUQO1UMfECYsbx5DPqjDIp99VEo4VaWKe82slLKApSraWf5nQf40NUPi1s_ZHajMg7cR0tAgPYXxAI6KjYx43bQ3JtQ18AgwGlqKjW8sIFPUNbMOf4ZrfcEPFzDcuwOICK1UiNWH7yXYI8lZgQ99dyGhD0Ttyy_dIic4xun8Kr8hXerCyyqdbsTlK6g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="332" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheUQO1UMfECYsbx5DPqjDIp99VEo4VaWKe82slLKApSraWf5nQf40NUPi1s_ZHajMg7cR0tAgPYXxAI6KjYx43bQ3JtQ18AgwGlqKjW8sIFPUNbMOf4ZrfcEPFzDcuwOICK1UiNWH7yXYI8lZgQ99dyGhD0Ttyy_dIic4xun8Kr8hXerCyyqdbsTlK6g=w386-h279" width="386" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-5767653985768398392023-01-01T17:47:00.000+08:002023-01-01T17:47:17.162+08:00Twenty Twenty Three<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhICgQ_Z-fkErVbN6XkDsK7aHbFL_JlUzSB2QhZ7HSXX3BwjGZ-92w_UQTgu1xFnAuNTB7dSO9fK16eyvZ91FfDoOI0wFK-Tdeky33R_KQd5RMrtpPGu0ieL3jQcDVeDbUbi1WcevcI66RLiaIprDBSae0A2fiGBgW0IEGUo5Qt0eR37x7h7vU2lk28Pw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="314" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhICgQ_Z-fkErVbN6XkDsK7aHbFL_JlUzSB2QhZ7HSXX3BwjGZ-92w_UQTgu1xFnAuNTB7dSO9fK16eyvZ91FfDoOI0wFK-Tdeky33R_KQd5RMrtpPGu0ieL3jQcDVeDbUbi1WcevcI66RLiaIprDBSae0A2fiGBgW0IEGUo5Qt0eR37x7h7vU2lk28Pw" width="281" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s 2023,
new year. There are lot to be thankful for from year 2022 but there were
lot of challenges and trials too.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know for me
that challenges and trials are like my twin sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was always on my side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But hey, I’m doing my best to defy the
gravity. I look and think of all the happy days and moments in my life and
convincing my own self that happiness is a choice.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I am preparing
our table in between the online NYE mass we are attending, a viber post in our
group chat made me stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought it
was a typical Happy New Year greeting, its almost 11pm last night. But she posted
a hand with IV tubes in an obvious area,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>a hospital.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;">My coworker
had a rough month in the middle of the year last year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she overcome it, deep inside she’s really
fighting for it, emotionally, physically, spiritually, financially. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And during after being renewed again and
getting back on her feet, she drop the bomb, she said she had a mild stroke a
day before the New Year’s Eve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seeing
her hands with all the tubes of IV and some other medicines attached to her
vein, I just felt weak and said no… this can’t be her. Not her my God </span><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;">☹</span><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"> but as she
confirmed that she was confined in a hospital, my heart sank and I can’t help
to think, God she’s so young to endure two major blows in her life and within 1
year. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had a near
death experience with covid virus last 2021 and till now the post covid aftershocks
and symptoms I still experiencing is quite physically and emotionally draining till now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But with her case, I just cried before and
now still cry with her and whenever I think of her situation, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as I’m writing now, my heart is aching.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to
help her emotionally knowing I must deal with my own emotion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But hers is different with what I am having
right and it’s not comparable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Financially,
I think this one will really stress you out when you have medical issues. I am
praying I can still help if I can. I just hope and pray that this too shall
pass.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God help her.
I’m praying for her healing; we need Your divine intervention to stop these
dreadful diseases. With Your healing hands we pray. Amen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-27151642129276947852022-11-21T21:18:00.000+08:002022-11-21T21:18:38.419+08:00Christmas is all in our Hearts <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">9 days before
we end up the 2<sup>nd</sup> to the last month of the year. We should feel great. We overcome challenges we know some can’t
even face. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As December
is nearing, the loneliness dwells in your heart.
You shouldn’t feel this way. But
sometimes when you are mentally exhausted, stress creeps in follows by some
sort of depression. You always think to
be happy and contented, but when you are thinking of the world your children will
experience long before you’re gone, fear
sets in. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You always
pray to God that He help you guide your children as they grow old. That they may experience hardship and pain,
but they will always be tough and strong to overcome hurdles life may throw them.
And as you wish for a better life for them, the realization that they must reach
the end in a tight rope because the dreams will always be just a dream. Somebody thinks you can live life one day at
a time, no plans, no hesitations. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You are
still praying that time will turn around and give you some glimpse of hope. A thread that you may look upon wishing it
will turn into a rope. A rope that will
help you pull up when you are too weak to fight the battles alone. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As
Christmas is nearing, one song touches your heart. A silver lining to your
sadness and the emptiness. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Steven
Curtis Chapman’s Christmas Is all in the Heart is one of your favorite
Christmas songs. You memorize the lyrics
by heart and remember the message it brings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here’s the
lyrics that bring joy wherever you are, if you put Christmas in your heart. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a one
bedroom apartment<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the
humble side of town<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There
stands a little Christmas tree<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It looks a
lot like Charlie Brown's<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And
underneath there's one little gift for him<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And one
little gift for her<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After six
months on the new job<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They're
still barely getting by<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So in the
way of decorations<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's
nothing there to catch your eye<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But both of
them would be the first to say<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We're
together, we're gonna have the merriest Christmas anyway<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cause
Christmas is all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's
where the feeling starts<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And like a
fire inside, it touches every part<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Christmas
is all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And even if
no white snow falls<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well,
that's all right because<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The joy can
still be found, wherever you are<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Christmas
is all, all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Two little
blond haired boys with big dreams<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tried to
sleep but sleep wouldn't come<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And we'd be
tearing into presents<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Long before
the break of dawn<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With mom
and dad and cameras making sure<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We'd never
forget that day, no, no, no<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now I'm the
one who's taking pictures<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the
middle of the night<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of my own
little dreamers<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That just
can't wait until daylight<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And in my
sleepy eyes the spark still glows<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well, I
guess there's just some things a kid never outgrows<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cause
Christmas is all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That's
where the feeling starts<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And like a
fire inside, it touches every part<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Christmas
is all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And even if
no white snow falls<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well,
that's all right because<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>The joy can
still be found, wherever you are<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Christmas
is all, all in the heart</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No, it's
not in the snow that may or may not fall<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And it's
not in the gifts around the tree<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's in the
love Heaven gave, that night our Savior came<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And that
same love can still be found wherever you are<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cause
Christmas is all in the heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>And the joy
can still be found, wherever you are<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>'Cause
Christmas is all, all in the heart<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>It's all in
the heart</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-9502914940387294652022-01-18T11:02:00.004+08:002022-01-18T11:05:22.018+08:002022 <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">January 2022 is quite not a good start for me and everyone
else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While the world is waiting for the
eminent arrival of Covid 19 Omicron virus, I am experiencing yet again another
bout of flu like symptoms the night before our new year celebration.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">December 31 feels like I’m getting sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew my body. I felt that extra ordinary
cold within me and my muscles started to ache.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The weather is colder at this time of the month, so I guess I’m just feeling
the weather.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I even buy some ingredients
in the wet market with my husband and prepares and cooked the food as
always.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt sleepy early night and I’m
hoping sleeping might be the answer to my tired body. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">January 1 is a different story; I am now having a mild sore
throat and I have a slight fever of 37.3C in the afternoon and I immediately
inform my husband that they need to transfer to the other room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t risk them getting sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And so, the slight fever becomes a full-blown fever at 38.2C
and I kept on checking my oximeter which is so far at above 95 in reading. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no cough and colds, but my sore throat
is getting worst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t help but
worry, but the rising number of people in our office getting sick and in home
isolation makes me freak out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must inform
my boss and our company nurse for recommendation.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday, January 3, though I have no fever but my sore throat
still kicking I must go the nearest hospital for an RT PCR swab
testing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But after minutes of waiting,
they informed me that I already used my health card limit for Covid when I was
hospitalized last year so they declined my request.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then my good company let me get the antigen
test since I am already symptomatic subject for reimbursement, so I went back
to the hospital and voila! The test came back NEGATIVE! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our barangay health office contact tracer called me if I need
to re-swab thru the RT PCR and I said yes because we all know that antigen swab
is not that accurate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They gather all my
info and was informed that I need to go to our barangay for a free RT PCR
testing on January 5.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It came back NEGATIVE after 2 days of waiting. I feel so relieved,
my anti-bodies are indeed working. But my MIL (mother in-law) had a fever and
cough and so I caught again the cough with colds, and I must endure it for the
rest of the week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I finally convinced I must
take the Chinese herbal supplement, Lianhua capsules with some prescribed cough
medicine from our doctor. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m feeling
better right now. Still coughing phlegm but at least not that much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I keep on praying to God that we can get over
this, all that are sick right now. May God heal us all. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Keep safe everyone! The virus is still out there. God bless
us all!</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-16061587614775791892021-10-24T21:01:00.000+08:002021-10-24T21:01:04.268+08:00No Rewind <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m beginning
to dread if there comes the time that we will fully report to work and my 4
ride transfers and almost 2 hours of travel will take a toll on my fragile body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to ask who will support my family if I
quit and need to rest from working?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
hear a lot of grapevine talks in our group that we might transfer to farther
location.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will I able to cope up? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I still got
no answer. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It the same topic for so long
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you take pity on me because all I
hear is silence and I don’t know? Its so frustrating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My tears welled up but then who will cry with
me? I used to talk about my feelings with my eldest sister, she sympathizes but
she can’t do anything about it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God knows
how I pray for my complete healing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes,
I cried inside and alone not because of pain, but because I want to live life
like I was stronger before I got sick. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still need to work, I need to get
strong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got a lot of what ifs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I keep thinking if I insist on
doing this, planning that, will it matter?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God knows I
don’t what regrets. I can’t help
it. I should have done something before
we reach this stage, and we will not be able to bring back our younger age. I should have known. Because if I did, I might steer from
different path. I wish life has a rewind
button. Maybe then, I can decide much
better.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I must make the decision to move on, </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">but that can't happen automatically."</span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-6763075450166598572021-10-18T22:00:00.001+08:002021-10-18T22:00:08.619+08:00Gone Too Soon <p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got up from bed at 8am and like the others, I checked for
some messages in Viber, SMS and Facebook.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Imagine the shocked I felt when I saw a Facebook post about a dear
friend from my previous company who passed away that morning.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">And my mind raced into one reason, is it
COVID?</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">And yes, it is due to COVID.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">And my heart breaks into pieces. My former
boss who called me a minute later to confirm the news. She read it through Facebook
post also and someone confirmed it to her. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">A former colleague who’s with him in one
account inform me that it due to cardiac arrest. He has some underlying
condition pre-Covid (diabetes and perhaps, high blood).</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">And they thought he’s going to make it.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">He even replied to his team, so far so good, when asked on his current condition.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was in the hospital for just 7 days.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It was so sudden that all his friends, colleagues, most
especially his family were literally got the saddest news that Saturday
morning. NO one is expecting this. And
though we haven’t seen each other since our surprise meet during McDonald’s fun
run in Mall of Asia last 2019, we talked in messenger if there’s a chance. Covid is cruel. It strikes the world and alter the course of every
life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I cried inside for him.
He has a full life ahead. He just 47 years old and living his life and
on top of his career. And while my heart was
aching, I thanked God on the second chance He gave me when I was sick last
April. He made me strong. God healed me
and gave me courage that I need to think that I will get better and sooner. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">May you rest in peace with our dear Lord, my friend. With HIM, you will feel no pain and only happiness will reign. I will always remember how you believed in me
when some turns their back on me. I will
never forget you. Please pray for us. </div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-80291790916630342892021-10-05T00:00:00.002+08:002021-10-10T21:20:43.128+08:00Upside Down<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After having contracted this severe Covid Pneumonia, I know
my life will never be the same again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not that I choose to feel defeated, but sometimes that’s what you’re
heading, and I don’t want to feel like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I choose to be strong, mainly because I have plans on many
wonderful things I can still do, for myself and most especially for my 2
children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amidst all these, I must rely
on the FB group of long haulers so that you will know that someone out there
knows and understand my situation or my pain or what I’m having right now
because they too have been there or are also having it till now. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
always include these people in my prayers because we all deserve to heal, we
all deserve to be backed the way we used to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want someone to talk how I feel, because no matter how
strong you are, you will always feel the emptiness, like you are all alone on
this battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart is silently crying
for all the little pains I feel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For all
the words I want to scream, for the missed opportunity to bond with my family, for
the pleading moments I wanted to run and live my life again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For working alone and provide for my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I worry on my children’s future. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The future is uncertain and then this, having
infected by Covid virus turns my life upside down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As if it was never a turmoil before it began.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I always pray to God to heal my body and soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To all long haulers who are still recovering
and having another bout of different symptoms much worst from being a Covid positive
itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know how you feel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always wish the standby oxygen tank, the oxygen
nasal cannula I always carry in my laptop bag whenever I go to work will just a
permanent fixture in our room and in my bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The endless vitamins, the mix and match of supplements will help me ease
the pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God, my pain of being alone in
this battle sometimes is getting me so confused and so sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I know that in every situation, You were
there to carry me, to enlighten and heal me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thank you, Lord.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will always
praise you no matter how hard my situation is. Praise be to God. </span><o:p></o:p></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-51294108982682115372021-10-04T17:08:00.006+08:002021-10-04T17:42:23.322+08:00When We Were Young <p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I called my high school
best friend and ask her how she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
never had a chance to talk to her through phone except some greetings in FB
when someone from our family had a birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our last meet up was pre-Covid time and it’s been almost 2 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But she’s my best friend, no
matter how many years that we haven’t communicate we know that we are true to
our oath, BFF for life! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We still have
our old phone numbers and even the landline home number though I know she is
quite forgetful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must remind her that
it was me except when I call her, and she knew it was my voice no matter how I change
my tone. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told her I had Covid, and she
was quite shocked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her some details,
but I insist we must see each other to talk more about it since we are both
fully vaccinated now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always just meet
at SM Sucat and it was both near our area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">It brings back to some memories
we had in high school, college, when we are both working, when we get married, I
was one of the godmothers of her first child, invite each other on some
important occasions in our family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">We
had our youngest daughter a month apart.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">
</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">March 12 and April 2</span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;">1 of the same year. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">We
talked a lot, laugh a lot and share each other funny experiences.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was the naughty one in high school and she
is more on the timid side.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember
when I’m making funny prank or jokes within our group (during our reunion) and
I look in her eyes, she immediately told me silently, “no… not me, not me
please” and I laughed so hard I got tears in my eyes.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are not getting younger
anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I look back at the times when
we are full of adventures during our high school years and it become one or twice a year meet up after we got
ourselves busy in our married and daily life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our
sadness, our frustration, our what if's. But the energy in our eyes, the
reminiscing moments, the laughter, it’s still there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We can only look back, but one thing is for
sure, the bond is still there, stronger as ever. Just like before ….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>when we were young. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So to my BFF, EST. This blog post is for you 💖💜</span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-23051444960978851922021-10-03T22:30:00.004+08:002021-10-03T22:31:13.157+08:00Long Haulers<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My body is acting up on me
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how this post Covid symptoms
will last but I know I’m not the only one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
joined a group in FB about long haulers and it’s quite different now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The new joiners are more and more young in
ages and it is quite bothersome.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I only read their post and
various comments but I never post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
still have no courage to tell them about it but one thing for sure, we are all experiencing
the same symptoms again and again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Headaches, stuffy nose, shortness of breath, muscle pains, stomach
acids, sometimes I think my internal organs area are in pain (it was dreadful to
think about it), my body is twice having the pain 2 to 1 weeks before my monthly
menstrual period.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You know, I can’t tackle up this
being a long hauler to everyone unless they experience being infected with
COVID themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will understand because
1 or 2 problems in their body will likely occurs even they are been sick with
just a mild and moderate one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>if you’re
in a situation where we have been, you will know how it feels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But if not, you will probably ask, "Why? You had
it months ago! You mean you feel sick like this till now?"<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to explain the long Covid syndrome over
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s kind of sad and exhausting. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I told here before that we are 6 in
our office that has contracted the COVID virus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When and how it happens, no one knows. And we can’t blame everyone or me
blaming my colleague how she/he is only mild or moderate and me ended up in a
hospital for 15 days battling the severe pneumonia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one wants this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one wants to turn their life upside down
and change the course of your life especially your lifestyle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
we are all recovered one by one (thank God!) and we get to know what happens to
us, that’s the time we found out that we have some symptoms that I think the
virus left in our bodies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shortness of
breath, brain fog, cough, stuffy nose is the common one. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anxiety is the worst post Covid
symptoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel so sad for all of us in
the FB page of long haulers that we must deal with this every day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I pray to God to help us heal and those needed to be heal, I will always be grateful to God for giving me a second
life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knows my family needed me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I owe it to Him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Praise be to God. </span><o:p></o:p></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-11754780082711306812021-09-26T22:06:00.004+08:002021-10-10T22:27:45.141+08:00COVID Survivor Story - Day 4 -6<br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">April 3-5, 2021</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Going to the restroom is one of my main problem while being hospitalized
due to Covid-19 virus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got diarrhea,
which is one of my symptoms, and one, I need to go to the bathroom all by
myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that I must carry all my IV
with me and the worst, I must take off my oxygen mask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That means I must do all I need to do in the
restroom, precisely and quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because
after that, I need to use the wall to support me in going back to my bed and
wear the oxygen mask again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My body is a
wrecking ball after that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My oxygen
saturation drops down 85 and I must calm myself and breathe again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t ask the nurses for some help; they were already
overwhelmed with the come and go of Covid patients and I really understand their
situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But then, </span>I asked a friendly nurse to
help shampoo my hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s becoming
itchy and started to plaster on my scalp because of oiliness. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GCIGmfF08A/YWL2ENVsj4I/AAAAAAAAKCU/UwjhSlvYW5wrIjSXHiXtCKtjRXAzxoc_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s267/Capture.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="248" height="267" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GCIGmfF08A/YWL2ENVsj4I/AAAAAAAAKCU/UwjhSlvYW5wrIjSXHiXtCKtjRXAzxoc_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/Capture.JPG" width="248" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">my constant companion - IV fluids</span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I must ask them sometimes to help me come around in that room, but
mostly I used to ask a friendly cleaner to fill in my water jug, wash my face
towel, wash my glass, spoon and fork.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I am so grateful for their help. The one time I did some of that, I suffer
the consequences of difficulty in breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When at one time, I put down my feet to charge my cellphone, I end up
having painful cramps I cried silently while massaging my feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to go home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If
only I can breathe on my own or I can have the unlimited supply of oxygen like
what I have in that hospital, I would always like to stay in our room where I can
see and hear my family even by afar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I know it’s
impossible, I need to stay in there where I need to think of all the happy thoughts, so
I won’t get depressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I prayed and
prayed to God to give me that strength.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My hands started to ache on the constant blood works and poking of
needles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still have some problem taking
down my foods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasted so much foods, but
I have no appetite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m having the
anti-viral medicine buying it in cash (you want to know how much?) and I wonder,
what if you have no money, will they still let you stay in the hospital?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Philhealth and my health card don’t cover the
Remdesivir, and I’m in a private hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can’t help but to feel sorry for those just like me who spent
thousands of pesos just to breathe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
oxygen is free from God but not the mechanical one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really want to go home that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been 6 days. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-35665047671566671012021-09-25T11:19:00.003+08:002021-10-01T11:59:26.954+08:00COVID Survivor Story - Day 3<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">April 2, 2021<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I started to feel anxious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The nurses tried not to wake me up at 4:00am but I’m ultra sensitive to
every movement happening in my hospital room. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The noise of the exhaust fan bothers me at
first then I get to used it after a while. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wake
up at the sudden opening of the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time
for oximeter test, blood pressure and body temperature (that’s the routine all
throughout) and some IV medicines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
next set of nurses will come at my room at 6:00am for another medicine thru IV and some
are taken orally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then some instructions
on other medicines to take by the next hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They had to maximize using of their PPE.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had to pay for it anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will charge it to my health card and my health
card company has a maximum amount to be charged to them. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A little update to my colleagues whom I was so thankful for
sharing their prayers. My husband informs me that they already reported to our homeowner’s
association President regarding my confinement due to Covid infection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had to do the right way. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the President inform our BHERT (Barangay
Health Emergency Response Team) to add to the statistics and schedule an
immediate swabbing for my whole family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But with the surge of Covid positive, my husband said it will take a while for them to be swab right away. Anyway, they were advised for a mandatory quarantine and they can’t leave
the house anymore for 14 days. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My husband expressed dismay that he can’t provide my other
personal need, but I told him I have someone I can ask to do some errands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And don’t overthink because I always think
that God will never forsake me, I have that strong faith I can make it through.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My colleague and a friend answered my prayers,
they voluntarily sent me some toiletries (sanitary pads, cottons, tissues,
toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner) and foods! Though I feel sad
that I have no appetite at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can
smell but suddenly the taste of it especially rice seems off and it really can’t
pass through my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no choice to
put the foods aside including the hospital food they provided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The feeling is dreading.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At night, male nurses came to my room to inform me that I need
to have a CT scan. I’m feeling weak suddenly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Being in high flow supplemental oxygen is no joke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They hoisted me in a wheelchair with portable
oxygen down to the first floor where the CT scan area is located.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They assist me in laying down to the machine bed and
though I still have my oxygen mask and the whole process is quite quick but the
feeling that something might not be right is what makes a person feel that
anxiety and fear.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And as I lay down to sleep after they put another vial of
Rendesivir on my IV and left my room and be alone for the whole night, I prayed
to God that He alone can help me get through this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still want to be with my family, I still
need to do a lot of things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to be
strong. </span><o:p></o:p></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-32484603965290475912021-09-23T15:27:00.026+08:002021-09-24T16:26:21.962+08:00COVID Survivor Story - Day 2<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">April 1, 2021<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They finally call my husband to process the
admission form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They transferred me that
night at past 9:00PM to a private room in the Covid floor (entire 4<sup>th</sup>
floor is a Covid ward), they said they had to sanitize the whole room for 4 hours
before it can be use by another patient.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I bid goodbye to my husband (meters apart) while they are whisking me
away thru a wheelchair attached with a portable oxygen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He still settling some cash payment for the
Remdesiver they will use that night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
can see the sadness in his eyes, while I worry that he may have the Covid virus
too because he’s with me in the car and while doing some paper works. I signal
that I will call him while we wave each other goodbye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He might have a problem going home because
the curfew is up at 10:00PM- 04:00AM. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We made it to our room. They asked me if I can
transfer to the bed on my own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told
them they can just hold me just in case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The oxygen Is connected through the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will be my companion for the rest of my
stay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within the hour, they injected 2 Remdesiver
vial (anti-viral medication) through my IV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It felt surreal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It happened so
fast that in a matter of hours I was there in a hospital room being treated with severe Covid infection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How can this
happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I focus on some more medicines they are
injecting through my IV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked one
time and the nurse said it’s a steroid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My mind is so clear that time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
take notice of my room. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I changed my
clothes and wear the hospital gown instead, it will be easier for everyone
since I’m expecting a lot of poking, blood works and checking of stats. They also
gave me some basic toiletries, my own digital body temperature and oximeter
unit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After giving some updates to my family, colleagues and my
husband being at home and wishing me well, I lie down thinking am I too sick to
be here?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or am I being strong just like
always.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My cough still bothers me and
suddenly my fever is back to normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My day
1 happens with a series of medicine being administered to me as scheduled. The anti-coagulant injection (underside
of my right arm) hurts the most. The nurse knows, he reminds me that it will hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I should
take Vitamin C with Zinc 2x a day, cough powder solution and others, orally.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I am now fully dependent on the oxygen. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I prayed to God to help me made through this.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I suddenly feel alone… and sick. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-68640337270500465592021-09-21T12:10:00.002+08:002021-09-21T18:24:12.594+08:00COVID 19 Survivor Story - Day 1<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">March 31, 2021 <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I got a message from our company nurse that I
need to do the RT-PCR swab right away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
have the symptoms and the irony is, there are 2 people in our office area that
is confirmed positive. I started to freak out, I kept saying to myself that if I’m
thinking I can get over this, the news squashed all my hopes away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This must be COVID. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But even before the message, I silently packed
my bag because we are now looking for a hospital to check on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least to evaluate on my symptoms and do
the swab.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My niece sent me an oximeter thru
Grab rider and it though at my first test, my oxygen saturation is 93, it didn’t
take much time before it becomes 87.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
asked for my boss help if she knows someone who can help me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We called at least 10 hospitals nearby and
they all said they are fully occupied from all the onslaught of COVID positive patients.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oON2LIejeo/YUlZPDL8_sI/AAAAAAAAKBY/UmwPajnz_MUSIWLS7jJeukRfWjX7qcNoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s577/Capture.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="577" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oON2LIejeo/YUlZPDL8_sI/AAAAAAAAKBY/UmwPajnz_MUSIWLS7jJeukRfWjX7qcNoQCLcBGAsYHQ/w321-h240/Capture.JPG" width="321" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our company nurse called me If I wanted to go
to the hospital near our office site in the south and she will talk to the representative since we have a tie up contract on this hospital. I even ask for an
ambulance since the car is not yet available that time but one, hospital
ambulance is not available, two, the lifeline ambulance service I called is
charging me Php20,000 ($400) if I am a member and Php30,000 ($600) for non-members (of
course, I’m not a member!) and with the conditions - if the hospital knew I was going
there, they need the name of the doctor so they would call ahead if they knew me and will accept me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tsk, my oxygen level may have
drop to 50 from that process alone. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My eldest sister come and rescue me from my
dilemma.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gave the car keys to my husband
and we drove to the hospital with the windows open, and me at the back silently
dry coughing and wishing this is not COVID.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We reached the hospital at 1:00PM. I was
interviewed outside of the emergency room, two nurses, they asked
questions while checking my vitals - who’s my contact in that hospital, If I’m there for the swabbing
only, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They got my BP - normal but I
saw in their eyes something like a knowing look when they got to see my oxygen
saturation, I saw 84.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you know, I’m
quite a tough person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You wouldn’t see
me feeling helpless and out of breath or looking sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So maybe they think, I wouldn’t need to be
admitted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I told them I got to be
admitted, that’s why I’m there. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was whisk to an isolation room to further check my
stats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But they already placed an oxygen mask around my face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me the schedule
of RT PCR swabbing is 4:00PM.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They would not let me admit because I look good, I can still talk and just sitting there in
the room instead of helplessly lying down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Or maybe, If I'm positive, it's only mild or moderate, I can stay and wait at home. </span>I fill up some hospital forms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our
company nurse is having arguments from the hospital representative because I’m
number 38 from the waiting list of those COVID patients waiting to be
admitted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our nurse said how can they be sure that I will be admitted on the next hospital that they want me to go? They
will provide the recommendations they said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our nurse said, NO, you should check the patient first. I even confirm
to the nurse I will pay for any room available in ER; nurse said the isolation room without
the bathroom cost Php6,000 per day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
said, okay, just to let them check me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
know they are exhausted, but this female nurse is somewhat annoying, as if it
is my fault that I am there. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That I wanted
to be there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She even told me I shouldn’t
wait on the symptoms to get worse before getting a swab test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told her, you don’t know that (the feeling) and just ignored
her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, they wheeled down a portable x-ray
machine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> A</span>fter a while, an ER doctor
came, we already talked a while ago about giving me recommendation to go to another
hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She told me the x-ray result
is out, I had pneumonia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her how
was it? She answered, it’s severe. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-87351445828804885662021-09-20T08:38:00.000+08:002021-09-21T11:58:24.921+08:00COVID 19 Survivor Story - Day 0<p><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">March 30, 2021</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know there’s something wrong with me the
moment I felt it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to isolate
myself in our main room with a separate restroom. It’s the proper way when you
have 1 or more symptoms to protect your love ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have 2 kids with a husband and mother
in-law both with comorbidities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
youngest daughter sleep with us (husband).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But the moment I felt there’s something brewing up to my body I told my
husband to sleep in the other room. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And that saves them from having the virus.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had a teleconsultation with a doctor thru our
MHO card stating all my symptoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
doesn’t advise to have a swab test right away because just 2 days that I have symptoms.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And honestly, if she did advice, I don’t
know how to do it without cashing out my own money through home service (quite
expensive) or how can I go out and request for a swab test while inhibiting
symptoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gave me tons of medicines,
antibiotics as well so as the stop or prevent my “fever and cough” to
progress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With the news of Metro Manila hospitals
(private and public) being overwhelmed because of the new surge in COVID
infections, for the first time in my life, I felt scared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deep down inside I pray that I, oh God, this
is not COVID.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please make this just an
ordinary flu, I will get better. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">But I did not. My cough worsens. My fever
spiked up to 39</span><span style="background: white; line-height: 107%;">°C, then goes
down because I take a paracetamol and then back to 38°C above after few hours.
I am hoping the antibiotics will help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But when you know your body well, you will know that none of it helps
you get better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I inform our HR that I
have a fever and cough and though they wish too that it’s just a common flu,
they advised me to have the RT-PCR.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
informed my immediate boss on my situation and they too were sympathetic and
wish me well. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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then I started to have a diarrhea. And noting all the possible symptoms of
Covid infections.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to tick having
LBM on the lists of symptoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I take an
anti-diarrhea tablets because my body can’t take another trip to the CR when I
barely eat. I started to lose my sense of taste and all foods given to me
started to taste like it was horribly cooked. But my sense of smell is still
good. So, I had to hang on to any hopes that it’s just a flu and I can make it.
I noticed that my fever was consistently high and even the paracetamol can’t
handle it anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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boy, how I was wrong. That night, I barely sleep to no sleep at all. I cough that hard like there’s no tomorrow
and I feel there’s this bitter liquid coming out from my mouth when I cough and
I thought that is from my gut or from my lungs because that’s how hard I cough,
a dry and long cough that tears are forming from my eyes and when I close my
eyes, different kind of dreams filled my brains that instantly, so I spent my
time sitting on a chair and let the night passes while wide awake. <span style="color: #4d5156;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
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and I thought, it can’t be COVID.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I take
necessary precautions while at work or going out for a grocery shopping, I
almost stay at home because that our company mandated for the support
group.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I only went to work once or twice
weekly and when its necessary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wear
mask, face shield, carry tons of alcohol with me and practiced social distancing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And most of all, I have no comorbidities, but
I still get it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, can you blame me if I
had to deny at first that it was COVID 19?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nah, most of us would think that it’s just a common flu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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aware how dangerous this virus is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I survived
not being infected last year when its new and we also must transfer items to an
external warehouse near my place as not to disrupt our business. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must face new sets of people, settle to a
shuttle services, as public transportation was not allowed, and I didn’t catch
the virus.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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when I am battling this deadly virus out of my system and while I’m still in
the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I was admitted in a
hospital for 15 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And will tell you some
stories of courage, faith, beliefs, will, prayers, support and love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Myehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08018073579846516096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370991063683190.post-7018270489836200372020-09-17T19:02:00.002+08:002021-09-19T20:52:56.993+08:00Letting Go
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have so many things to say on my blog but here I am,
struggling for words.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">God knows what I am feeling right now and so this is my
earnest prayer to our Almighty God.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lord, strengthen me so I won’t decide hastily that I will
regret later.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know You know that this is about my work.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>You know how I feel that day and till now, I
am struggling to cope up with that.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Help me feel renewed again so I can forget and move on. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lord, hear our prayers, so that my loving better half will
soon have a job that will help us secure the future of our two kids.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lord, You know I am not asking for too much.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With what is happening in this world and the pandemic we are
facing right now.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You know the doubts we have in our heart.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I know Lord that You are always and forever with us, O Lord.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That You will never let us feel alone, sad and wondering if
we can still make it another day.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Help me to think straight and cast the burdens upon You. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’m tired but I know You will carry my heavy loads.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lead me Lord, for myself, for my family and for mankind.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That we will live according to Your
greatest plan for us. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To God be the glory!</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You know, I always say my prayer
silently.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It really feels good to read
it like this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>During the hardest times
of my life, trauma seeps in.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But I prayed
to God to give me another chance. And He gave it to me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, whatever will happen next, I know that is
part of God’s plan for me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Thank you,
Lord.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I will always be thankful to you no
matter what. Amen.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px;">
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<p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">" One day, I might not able to run anymore, but that day, is not today"</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I cried because my emotions are
overflowing I can’t even breath.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I’m
overly sensitive these days. But when someone think you are not giving your
best and the mistakes from the past was being rubbed to your wounded heart, I
think crying is the best way to let it flow.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Who wants to feel that you don’t belong?
I don’t want to hear someone says I am not doing my job.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>It hurts the hell out of me.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I think not only that it was a slap to my
bleeding heart, but it’s against what I believe in.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span><span> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then again, I deserve
it.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I have those moments before that I
know will hunt me because I came from the other team. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And sometimes, commands responsibility sucks. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>So, after I let it out, a colleague reminds me
that maybe it happens because I need to step up, and I need to show what I am
capable of.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I know I must think that it
was just a challenge and forget the negative vibes. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And the moment that I seize it, I will show
them I deserve to be on this team. </span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>So, cheer up, myself </span><span face=""segoe ui emoji",sans-serif" style="margin: 0px;">😊</span><span>
I already cry it out (well, silently) and then it’s time to let it go.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I’ve read someone that everyone
must choose one of two pains: The Pain of Discipline and the Pain of Regret</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">What would you choose? </span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Anyways, my big birth day is
tomorrow.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I deserve to be happy at least
once a year </span><span face=""segoe ui emoji",sans-serif" style="margin: 0px;">😊</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;">
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<p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana">I know I shouldn’t apologize on why it takes more than two
years to finally post a story on my blog.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>I’ve been busy, emotionally, physical, financially and emotionally.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>God is my only way how to deal with life’s
hardships, challenges, pressures and stress.<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>My kids are my inspirations to stand up and take the plunge. </font></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana"> </font></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana">Working in fast-moving operations is a no-easy task. It
drains you out, it bleeds you, it will suffocate you. But you know me, I live
for this.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>You can put me in a forest pull
of hyenas and within days I will either tame the hyenas or I am a hyena myself.
<span style="margin: 0px;">😊</span></font></p><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana"> </font></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana">I had a chance to change my course, to change my life for a
better me. To correct the path I want to walk through. I just wish they will
gave me the chance to show what I am capable off.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>That they will trust me as I trust them with
full honesty.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I never ask for recognition
on anything good or even great job that I accomplished.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Knowing they liked me and they needed me, I am
satisfied with that. </font></p><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<br /></div><p style="margin: 0px 0px 11px; text-align: justify;"><font face="verdana">I might have more time to post.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>This COVID 19 virus suddenly stops the world
and freeze mankind and forced each and everyone of human and pets to stay at
home. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>Only God knows how it will end.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>I’m giving it all to God.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>But for now, stay at home please. <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>And for everyone to keep safe. Let’s <span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>wash our hand. <span style="margin: 0px;">😊</span></font></p>
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It’s been a while. My sister got here from the US to get her
son who will had his vacation before he starts being a senior high school
(grade 11) this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And honestly, when
you have your sisters near you, you will feel you have renewed strength.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Just being near with each other, it feels different. </span>Strength coming from your family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when she left, (just stayed here for just one
week) you can’t help but to feel empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That a part of you just left too and you don’t know how it will come back.
Oh, gosh, I am not usually this way. But I needed my sisters to talk to on this moment of my life. And I will always wait for the time that our siblings will be completed again. Till next time. <o:p></o:p><br />
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After 2 months of waiting, hoping and praying, I am so
blessed I finally received great news! Thank you so much God for this, for the
blessings, for continuing love, guidance, patience and being with me all the
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I can’t do this without You,
my Lord.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I give all the praise in You. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s just a matter of time. I just have to wait for the
result.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I know if its time, God will
make it happen. And I need to claim this opportunity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That God gave this to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I know my life will start all over again as if I’m
back from being a 26-year old woman who risked on something new and tried a different
path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still hope that I have that
strength till now. And praying that God will give me that strength so I can be
back on my feet once more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That the
confidence I had before can be found again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I miss the old me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But in due
time, with my family’s help, with God’s help, I can still be me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always think that it will not always rain, it's not always stormy, and when it’s over.... rainbow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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passed by, weeks, and moving up to two months now, I’m already feeling the emptiness inside of
me. The bitterness of what caused this
is suddenly and slowly creeping back that my heart feels heavy again. I should have managed my time, I should have a
plan, I should have chosen the job I wanted to be before leaving. Is this the prize I have to pay for? By
genuinely helping? By giving someone countless chance to change but instead get
back to me just because the lies permanently reside in his heart and he wanted
revenge? Is this the prize I have to painstakingly endure because I want to
protect my family from someone who verbally abusing them?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when I ever feel the pain again,
I always pray to God to help me and help me to forgive so I can forget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not an easy task.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will always remember what they did to me,
but it’s the first step, to acknowledge the hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To challenge yourself that no matter what you
do, there will always someone who will hurt you, who will happily see you
falling down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But amidst all the struggles
now, God will always give His hand to help me get up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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That someone out there still believe and are willing to help me. And I thank God for them. I will always be grateful to God that He is
giving me a glimpse of hope. That I have to learn to wait patiently and wait
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms",sans-serif;">I am a flower quickly fading</span></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms",sans-serif;"><b><i>Here today and gone tomorrow</i></b></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms",sans-serif;"><i><b><i>A wave tossed in the ocean</i></b></i></span></b></div>
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<b><i>A vapor in the wind</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Still you hear me when I'm calling</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Lord, you catch me when I'm falling</i></b></div>
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<b><i>And you've told me who I am</i></b></div>
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<b><i>I am yours</i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms",sans-serif;">Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i>And watch me rise again?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Would call out through the rain</i></b></div>
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<b><i>And calm the storm in me?</i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial","helvetica",sans-serif;">Credits to Casting Crowns "Who am I" song</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana",sans-serif;">Just when I thought it will be over before the week end, we
were treated with silence, no notifications, no text messages, no calls, no
emails, nothing. Just when we thought we
will be finally moving on, we will still endure the shame and recalling the days
it happened, just because on whatever their reasons to prolonged it. Another worry, another heavy heart, another
what if’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana",sans-serif;">I’ve heard the Casting Crowns song titled Who am I, I can’t
help the tears falling from my eyes. And as I read the lyrics, remembering it
by heart, my life flashes back before the 23<sup>rd</sup> of January, how it
all began. It always leave a bittersweet after taste in my heart. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you know, God will never leave our side, He
will hold our hands when we are about to fall. He will forgive us for what
we’ve done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For what we think wrong, and
our Lord God will always be with us no matter what happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana",sans-serif;">I just hope and pray that it will end well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dear God, let it end well so we can all
finally move on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lay your hands upon
those people, help them remember the word humanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s its never too late. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana",sans-serif;">Thank you, Lord for giving me strength, for my family’s
support, for my friends who never leave our side. For believing in us, for helping
us stand up. For everything, Lord God. Thank you.</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I cried because I feel helpless that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the things that I kept deep inside suddenly
came up and I poured my heart out to someone that I know in the end will either
seal the final nail or gave me something to hold on to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I know that it is “I’m just doing my
job” thing will be the best answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There’s nowhere to turn but to fight. To accept that in order to make
you whole again you have to fight for the right thing in the right manner and
in the right place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In their minds, we are wrong, we will always be wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are some people who takes one’s
happiness so they will feel happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like
a Dementors in Harry Potter books. They live in other’s pain and misery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will never stop until you were drain of
peace, hope and happiness and then it will glorify them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I see those people, I even befriended
some.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I even share foods and happy
stories with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are everywhere.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But you know, God will always be there for you, for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even when you are in the darkest place and
nowhere to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God will create light and
make a way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He will never leave us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He will show us that after all the pain,
happiness and joy will follow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I never expected to received such a great news.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I only prepared for the worst at the end of
the week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now, I am looking forward
for next week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because next week is my
new hope, my new life, my moving on moment, my healing answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I thank God for the people behind this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will be back standing tall again and I will
celebrate with the people who I never expected will be on my side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will never ever forget them. Thank you, God,
for my family, friends, and supporters that giving me encouragement and hope.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you, God, for everything, for being forgiving, for the
trust, for the never-ending love, and carrying me when sometimes it’s too heavy
to continue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will not fill my heart
with hatred because it will never help me heal. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I wanted to heal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God will help me heal and He will always guide
my way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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The pain of this ordeal is going on and on because they
wanted to show everyone that they are right and we are wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we deserved this kind of treatment and
punishment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They never knew the feeling
because they don't feel it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> It is very disheartening and depressing. </span>They only
focus on proving to you how you will fall down slowly and in shameful
ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They don’t want to listen anymore
because they totally believe that eventually, no matter what you do, even you prove that your innocent, you will
never win because we are up here and you were down there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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They don’t want to dig on the deeper aspect on how this has
all began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Why? </span>How did it happen? Is the
person credible? What is this person’s intention? Revenge? Or being plain
manipulative?<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I always pray to God to end this story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I'm really begging Him to help me heal. </span>That this chapter of my life is so painful that
I’m asking our dear Lord to help me turn the pages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To begin with a new story, story of moving on
and forgetting that this ever happened. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you, Lord! I still believe in miracles, and my
miracles comes with You. I’m so thankful for the surprising good news. May you bless every person who really knows and who still believes in us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thank you for being the instrument for someone who open their windows to let us in because they knew that one closes their door. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you, Lord for them. May you bless them for being our additional pillars of strength. Lord,
You never fail to show us that silver linings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You always there when I needed You the most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You answered our prayers during the crucial
times of our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we are losing the
will to carry on, You always give the sign that we are with You.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That you understand, Lord. That you are forgiving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s Valentines day, and instead of the usual celebration
with my family, complete with the roses and chocolates or a fine dining, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I choose to stay at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My son brought the candy rose at school so he
can give it to his crush (he’s just 7!) in the 2<sup>nd</sup> grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I usually baked some goodies so he can give
it to his teachers and friends but pity me, I don’t really feel like doing it,
not now, not today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And after I sent him
to school, I go back to sleep beside his sister and had a nightmare in the
morning! I know it's because I started to think again the whole situation again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> This should be over by today. But its not, they have to prolonged the inevitable. </span>It brings back so many things and I can’t
help it, my heart feels so heavy. And then I started to pray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pray for God’s strength and guidance. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That He will help us lift our broken spirit. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pray that this too shall pass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That we can start to get back to our feet
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That whenever we feel down, I know
He will always there to carry us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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on the sad truth, I started digging my baking cabinet for something to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I notice I have the complete ingredients for
the chewy chocolate chips cookies I wanted to bake and while my little assistant
keeps on stirring her little spoon on my cookie dough, I still manage to bake 50
pcs of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was rewarded by the oh’s
and ah's of my family because the delicious smell of the freshly baked cookies
is all over the house. I am so grateful for the love of the family. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I cannot bring back what has happened. I just wish and pray
that this will be over soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when
this is over, and because after the rain, the storm, the pain, there is always
a rainbow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God is with us through this
journey.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A niece of mine called me early morning about one Facebook
post of someone whom she knows that was all about me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, that same person who posted that “meaningful”
posts has made some remarkable lessons we truly learned in our life, particularly on me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To begin with, I love to help. It may be a wounded animal or
a helpless stray kitten or dogs or reptiles that I can help just to give them a
chance to live, I’m doing it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> My hubby said I can be a veterinarian. </span>So, when
this particular person asked me to help so they can live a better life (according
to this person), I didn’t hesitate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After all, I’ve known their family for so long and the tears in this person eyes can melt even the hardest heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And my family, my
whole family extend their arms open wide to help them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> We did our best, we help this person with all our heart. </span>But
that’s one story of our life. How could we ever know this person’s real
intention? Or the life behind the smile? The façade that was carefully planned?
Or the deceitful looks?<o:p></o:p></div>
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My family was left astounded by the fact that this person rained
chaos on us but still maintain the innocence that others deemed believable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, this news about this person’s post drama is a
no brainer for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sisters and I decided
to cut the ties from all of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will
never entertain any negative thoughts that might stressed us out or might
trigger us to say something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will
block all of them who will try to ruin the tight and happy family we have
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will not succumb to the helpless
pleas they knew would melt our heart, just like they always did before. We will
not break because they did something that would make them feel victorious. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And we’ve done our
part. God knows that we’ve done our part.
Forgiveness will be the next, then let go and turn it over to God. It’s time to
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