It’s a Saturday morning. It’s been nearly two weeks since my uncle —my mother’s youngest sibling— was rushed to the emergency room of the Philippine General Hospital and subsequently hospitalized. If you’re religious, or spiritual, or even just a little bit kind, send your well wishes his way.
This post is a life update. It’s also a distraction. Are we coping? Who knows.
Hope is the color Pink
I always joke around that I’ll migrate from the Philippines if Vice President Leni Robredo loses the presidential race (or specifically, if a certain you-know-who wins). I’m actually maybe not really joking.
So many of my friends and peers are leaving. I can’t blame them.
Mahal kong Pilipinas. Let’s make it intact in the next decade. In fact, let’s grow and bloom and thrive.
Adulthood means reaching for the check
And paying for the drinks. Or just food, for that matter. I still don’t like drinking alcohol.
I’m looking forward to another dinner with Faye and David soon (it was supposed to be last night, but I was dead on my feet). Now those’re two eagles ready to leave the nest.
To the future
I wake up every morning tired and attached to my bed. But I still end each day with not a little sense of satisfaction, and enough energy to keep going (even exercise). I also barely take any work home. The charting and census update can take care of itself another day.
“How does that make you feel?”, my inner counseling voice asks. New rotations and sudden crises are always an adjustment. I can only be thankful for my family, my kind and understanding co-residents and seniors, my family’s network of cousins and acquaintances ready to help, the hundred thousands rallying for Leni and Kiko, and my life constants.
And I’m still hopeful for the best.
(Time to yeet to #ArtFairPH after this morning’s counseling workshop.)