Sick and Jobless…for a week, anyway

My pelvic inflammation is back 😦 I’ve been sick since Sunday {sigh}. Because the pain forces me to be stationary most of the time, I was not able to go to work since yesterday, Monday. The pain was sometimes tolerable and sometimes not. It is difficult to describe how it feels but you can imagine some 100 needles pricking your left abdomen – something like that 😦

I was supposed to go to the doctor yesterday but I have no driver because Bobby was at work – no motorcycle, too, as he brought ours. Our other motorcycle was used by my father-in-law and because my mother-in-law has fever, he couldn’t bring me to the doctor, too. By nightfall the pain was really excruciating that I was having difficulty walking.

It was even more painful when I woke up. Bobby and I went to the doctor this morning. As usual, we had to wait for around an hour or more as the doctor was still doing rounds then went to the OR.

I was prescribed with my old Dalacin-C medication once again plus some medications for the pain 😦 I was also given the rest of the week off to rest and will have to go back to the doctor this Friday for further check-up and ultrasound. Well, at least now that I’ve got medication the pain is almost gone.

So, for the rest of the week, I’m jobless. Anyone care to give me a job? πŸ˜€ Oh, I’m supposed to be resting πŸ˜€

Farming after the Rain

Electric Rain…well, sort of…

The rainy days came with a vengeance – really dark overcast clouds poured large drops of rain, the type that makes one say, “it’s raining cats and dogs”! The most perplexing thing about these rains is that they come after you think they wouldn’t come at all – meaning the sun was shining really really brightly but a minute after the dark clouds rule.

When the rains come, especially heavy ones, the electricity almost always goes out in time with first drop. The electric company is that predictable during rainy days. And, yes, they are very unpredictable on sunny days because even without a breeze of any sort the power would just go out. Well, the unfortunate thing is that when I have deadlines (for my online job), the jokers at the power company play with me – cutting power off for hours! I promised myself that I’d save hard for a generator πŸ˜€

Farming in the Rain…

The rain had made the soil ready for farming – but since I hate earthworms (which will surely come out from the wet soil), I decided to “farm” in my computer instead. πŸ˜€ Here’s my progress for the afternoon.

No sprinklers yet :(

No sprinklers yet 😦

Power Off, Power On

It’s Sunday. As usual, the electric company had decided to make their presence known – by cutting off the electricity and making the people grumble about the injustice of having their family day – at home – bungled by the heat.

Power Off

Just when I awoke – at 8 AM – the power went off. One good thing that came with it is that the neighborhood got silent. Still, there is nothing much to do at home when the power is out. Well, we played with the dogs but the heat was still unbearable. Since Bobby just received some morado banana seedlings (? or something) we decided to plant them at the lot then go swimming….Hmmm nice idea.

So, we went to the lot with Twingkay in tow. She is big now – 4.25 kg! That is why it was difficult to wrestle with her to settle down as we rode to Bacong. She loves to look over Bobby’s shoulder but would cower when a car or big truck would blast its horns on us. She also loves to shift around the seat to look over, to see the sights on the right, and the (silent) vehicles on the left.

She “helped” plant the bananas.

Bobby and Twingkay...Planting

Bobby and Twingkay...Planting

Then we went to the beach to cool off. Coof off we did because Twingkay was shivering by the time we decided to go home πŸ˜€ We wrapped her in a towel and she was so behaved as we rode the motorcycle that one could think we were bringing a different dog πŸ˜€

Twingkay, Big Girl

Twingkay, Big Girl

Power On

With nothing much to do, sleeping is the next best option to going to town – which, I am very sure, would be full of people trying to cool off at the generator-powered department stores. Thankfully by 4+ the power went back! Now this is what you call cool – the fans are turning once again πŸ˜€

The “power on” allowed me to play “Ranch Rush” and “Farm Frenzy” πŸ™‚ I feel so “in” with these farm things as we had just planted some bananas πŸ˜€

The Rainy Days are Coming

It is July now. It hasn’t rained much since I could remember. Just when I thought the rainy days won’t come, they came withΒ a vengeance – two typhoons, one coming right after the other exited {sigh}. I am a summer person – that means that I’d rather have lots and lots of sunny days than any rainy day.

In the Old Days…

Well, not really in the very old days but back when I was young – in the 1990s, that is – the weather was predictable. The rainy days will start at the last weeks of May and would stretch until around December. Then the next couple of months will be sunny. That is the reason why I love the first few months of the year more than the second half. Also, when it starts to rain, it was a signal that school days are back and we’d be trudging with our wet uniforms and broken umbrellas to school. πŸ˜€ In those days, I played with earthworms. Ewwww! I hate ’em now πŸ˜€

When the weather was almost predictable, we know when to travel – we don’t do it on June and we try to avoid traveling in the typhoon months of the last quarter of the year.Β My cousins and I wouldΒ plan a summer trip to somewhere nice.

These Days…

Nowadays, predicting the weather has become a difficult task for laypeople. No longer can we say that June will bring the rains – no, it took July to scare the rains in coming. And why am I complaining, anyway? I love summer! Well, I just wanted the regularity that the rains brought when I was younger. Still, I love summer – the less rain, the better. πŸ™‚

The Song…

The Carpenters penned my broken chords into song several years ago. Here it goes:

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old

Sometimes I’d like to quit

Nothing ever seems to fit

Hangin’ around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Β 

What I’ve got they used to call the blues

Nothin’ is really wrong

Feelin’ like I don’t belong

Walkin’ around

Some kind of lonely clown

Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Β 

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you

Nice to know somebody loves me

Funny but it seems that it’s the only thing to do

Run and find the one who loves me.

Β 

What I feel has come and gone before

No need to talk it out

We know what it’s all about

Hangin’ around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

New Name, New Blog Themes

My days at The Company are numbered… Because I am not one to really hold a grudge (and I don’t hate the job and the new one, anyway), I’m turning this Job Hater’s Journal into the Broken Chord’s Memoir.

Why “Broken Chord”?

Last night, at the birthday party, an uncle joked about their church choir having broken chords – well, I loved the name and decided to keep it as my own. No, I don’t really have broken musical chords but “broken” signifies a lot of things: broken relationships at work, broken emotions at work, broken (well, soon) links with the company, broken ground for the new house (another coming-soon-feature), etc. I’m still trying to figure out how I could place the header on πŸ˜€ – not so techie here.

Why don’t I change the blog altogether?

For me, there really is no point in overhauling this whole thing and just forgetting that this blog once existedΒ – the place where I had a virtual fight with many people LOL No, this has been a part of me, a part of my life. As I had always mentioned, this is a blog about the bits and pieces of my life, my career, etc. – no use having to scrap this. Plus, I already have a “2” Google page rank – no chance that I’m giving this up LOL

New Blog Themes

Let us all move on and forget the bitter past. Ponder on some of things that I had learned with past experiences. According to a writer (name will be posted when I remember who he is), “Judge your success by what you had to give up in order for you to get it”. Well, if I gave up a successful career at The Company, does that mean I am succesful in the new venture? Mr. Koala is sure – as always – to counter this thought but the writer is definitely more reliable than this Koala Guy πŸ˜€

New themes will be, well, new themes. I don’t know what they are going to be but time will tell, as always. Comments – good, bad, rants, anything – are always welcome, people! πŸ™‚

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