Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Though that may be my undoing. Due to recent events and arising symptoms, I was convinced to get tested for diabetes by my family. Diabetes. Can you imagine? Me. That might as well be a death sentence for the girl who lives for ice cream. I don't even like any coke variant (light, zero) other than the full on regular.
Why did I go? I guess I wanted to know for myself. It was definitely a possibility with me. Mom's whole famly has it, except for her so I can't rule it out. If you looked up the symptoms of the illness online, they're all pretty much unrelated to each other in terms of body parts and such, I couldn't deny I had the sinking feeling it might be true.
So I dragged my scared self (and Mom) off to a certain hospital in Quezon Avenue to get the blood test. And man, the test was bad enough without the results. I didn't know what was gonna happen, and for those who suspect they have it, this is what happens. First they take the first vial of blood. After which they make you drink 75 ounces of this glucose solution thing that you have to finish within five minutes. (i know that sounds easy but gah, that was dis-gus-ting.) After an hour they take another vial of blood. And another vial of blood after that. I felt like a pincushion afterwards, even if the nurse was friendly enough.
I got the results yesterday. Blood sugar levels from each hour were within the normal range (SIGH OF RELIEF). Still have to get the results to a doctor to have it examined though, but I'm pretty much in the clear.
I'm celebrating right now with a chocolate chip frap. Thanks Paul!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
To a friend who's constantly getting himself/herself into situations he/she can avoid and then always bemoaning his/her troubles: "Aren't you tired of all the drama? You have everything in the world to be grateful for, Why focus on the bad things?"
To someone random and would totally freak out if I told them this: "You smell so good. How do you do it?"
To a friend who's gone astray: "I know you can be a good person... Why do you have to let the douche in you win everytime?"
To someone close to me: "Please stop being poison. I'm scared of what that might mean to everyone else who gets in contact with you."
To someone who I see all the good in: "I do hope you find the person to make you happy. Coz you're one of the best people i know, anyone would be lucky to have you."
To a close friend: " I love you and all, but sometimes I don't understand your choices. I know you know better, please choose better."
To someone important: "I think you know how much you matter. So please don't be so mean."
To someone I'm totally curious about: "You make it really hard to get to know you. I don't know what to do with that."
To someone who knows me: "You don't like me very much huh?"
Monday, July 14, 2008
So the Pancake house ads with the emphasis on Pancake house impacting families for generations are right on the money. We are definitely a part of that demographic.
Long intro. Sunday lunch with the family (minus teh pater who went to Batangas) and I dragged their butts to pancake house coz I wanted tacos. Ate so much. The steak, pancakes, and taco i ordered where polished off within minutes. (I was hungry so sue me.) Half of me felt guilty after eating all that while the more dominant half was rubbing it in my brother's face coz he had to eat a SALAD. To be fair, i like salads. (Notably Chocolate Kiss's caesar) But not as a meal.
And of course since we were in SM North, we absolutely had to go to Sebastian's and eat. Banana cream pie. Macademia white. Mango Sansrival. Eat your heart out.
I can eat ice cream again. I'm human.
And yesterday off we went to MOA. Team Gastos style to (belatedly) celebrate Wick's birthday. Watched Hancock. (It was ok) Ate at those paluto places at the bayfront. Seafood galore. (Dampa at Paranaque is still the best place to do that though.) Took a lot of pictures. Whole lotta fun.
A bit of a segway. While we were walking at the seaside I could hear the water. There really is nothing like it to relax me. I so want to go to the beach now, dig toes into sad, dive in the water, feel the sun on my skin.
Can we go to the beach now?