October 2013

Why, it's practically Christmas!  

Now don't pfft pfft me...you'll hear that from me 2 more times until you KNOW it's Christmas! 

It was a harrowing last week of September.  First we had to work through the night to prepare materials for a big meeting.  I just scooted home for a shower and then back to work and  attend our G1’s 50^th birthday bash at the end of the day.  I was so tired when I got home that I walked through the house without seeing my sick daughter splayed out on the sofa.

The next day, she was so sick that I had to take her to the hospital where she was confined for a couple of days.  It was her first time to be seriously sick as an adult.  She was like an injured kitten except when she had friends visiting and then she was like a talk show host.  When her friends were gone, she went back to the injured kitten act.  I had to get a semi-private room for her as our HMO cover was hardly half of a small private room and since I had no idea how grave her condition was, I decided to just bear a semi-private.  That meant she had her own room but shared the toilet with 4 other rooms.  The showers were in the middle of the floor and that was like a scene from Psycho.  I showered at 4AM on Sunday in such a rush I hardly lathered! I was distressed as the diagnosis was kidney stones for surgical removal as the stones were too big for her to pass.  It turned out the radiologist read the CT scan of another Ruiz.  So she was put on home medication for UTI and gall bladder sludge.

We had to postpone our trip to visit my 94-year old grandmother scheduled last weekend.  We were so excited to have a pictorial for 4 generations.  It will have to wait until the end of this month.

Marcus told me Igor is doing well.  I miss him and I worry whenever there's a thunderstorm.  He fears thunder.  I worry he'll step on a poisonous snake (like the deadly dahong-palay!!!) and get bitten because he's a city boy and is snake stupid.  I miss his handsome face.

I'm trying to let my hair grow long. It's at an awkward stage and reminds me of Nora Aunor.  I hope I get through the day without heading for the chop shop.