carpe diem, despite...

Yep, I collapsed.

Well I guess that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but the fact is, for the first time in my 37 years, I fainted.

I ran some errands in the very early morning of Thursday, then brought my daughter to school, and was about to run off and commute to another city (as I have been doing in the past seven years since my daughter was old enough to go to school), when  I suddenly felt dizzy (I always do nowadays anyway, so I ignored it), my vision dimmed, and the next thing I knew, there was this crowd of mamas around me, and the school guard was carrying me off to sit in the shade (it was raining).

Of course I totally freaked out. I’ve always taken pride in and believed I was as strong as a bull: I climbed Mt. Ampakaw at the same pace as the locals after all (well, 13 years ago), and I’m the mama who gave birth without anesthesia (Besao District Hospital run out of stock when my time came), and just a few years back, I could do all-nighters every single week to close the paper at Skyland News or Cordillera Today. For the past 10 years maybe, I’d be the first in then the last out in any office.

So, of course I freaked. Instead of going to the hospital, as suggested by most everyone around, I collected my daughter and went home. I went to bed and holed up for the next two days. Talk about recuperation… I have no medical nowadays (the last card I had was taken away by the MNC  I worked for when I resigned, even when I made payments on it), and I don’t trust the public hospitals in Manila. So the check-ups will have to wait for the Christmas break (Benguet General Hospital, here I come…)

Low bood pressure? Low bood sugar? Extreme depression (hehe)? What could it possibly be?

I don’t drink (used to, 10 years ago), I don’t smoke, and boy, am I celibate. So I guess that rules out dissipation as the cause, a happy cause though that could have been.

So could it have been:

Lack of sex?

Need for attention –like women of the 18^th century who dropped on the floor as soon as their hearthrobs came on the scene?

Stress? Had to move apartments just two weeks back, to avoid the unwelcome (and sick) advances of a shabu addict.

Hehe, just trying to take this lightly. An illness is not something my finances can take at this time. And worse, who’s gonna clean the toilet? Who’s going to take care of my daughter if anything happens to me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF3QS3HA4_c

Now what was that 70s movie that my mom cried a river to…The one with the mom who dies, and before she dies, she wails “Who’s gonna clean the toilet!”. Now I really digg that one…That was around the time she had her thyroids taken out for growths on them.  Down, fears, down.

Aw well, must have been good-old-fashioned overwork (not the job, but the situation I am in, I have to clarify because my bosses have been the kindest)  So it guess it does happen. Time to take care of this good ole machine of myself…

And while I’m at it, this seems like a really grand idea for local politicians, to bring them down to earth – and reachable to their constituents

(Earth to ZTE, Earth to ZTE...)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/reviews/3195040.stm

http://www.michaelportillo.co.uk/profile.htm

Now Gloria, want to try? Gloria Becomes a Single Mom in Payatas? How about it?