Monday, November 15, 2004

11/11/1976

November 11, 1976. That’s my birthday. I spent the whole day in bed… No you pervert! I was sick! I think that being on a perpetual graveyard shift has wreaked havoc on my immune system. It started Monday and became worse by Tuesday. I went to the office clinic to ask for some lozenges and some Paracetamol because I thought it was just an ordinary cough. Instead the Doctor prescribed a strong antibiotic which costs 163 pesos each along with two other kinds of medicine. My medicines ran out by Saturday and they really didn’t seem to be of much help so I saw another doctor who stuck wooden cotton buds down my nose and then gave me a new set of medicine to take, doubling the dosage of the antibiotics. He also told to me rest for at least 3 days, but I will be coming back to work tonight because I’m running out of sick leaves.

I’m not that eager to go back because I still gasp for air whenever I walk a short distance or lift something heavy, but I feel that I really need to go back today, lest I drown in the work that is surely piling up.

On a different note, Faye’s story has been proven false. In case you have been hiding in a cave somewhere or you don’t have email or read newspapers, this is the story of a kid who supposedly won an international academic competition in Australia despite having no support at all. It was a typical sob story that turned out to be all lies. Well, this just goes to show that when it sounds too good to be true it probably is… This should all teach us that we should always verify information and not swallow things, hook, line, and sinker. More importantly, I think we should all stop looking for heroes. As the saying goes, if you want to believe in someone, believe in your self. This reminds me of that line in that old Mariah Carrey song, Hero. The last line goes: “The hero lies in you”…

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