On Second Opinion

Today marks the second month of the eventful day when I landed on both of my folded knees. The pain is not that grave anymore. I can run, but I cannot sprint. I can jump, but I cannot leap. Since it has been THAT long and the pain has not completely subsided, I decided to get a second opinion.

Ortho did not look at my x-ray. He just looked at the reading, asked me questions regarding what happened, pinched my knee and moved my leg like a puppet. Based from that he concluded that I have ACL. He looked so sure about it. Parang wala lang, ACL yan. Taena!

After my consultation with Ortho, I was endorsed to the Rehab doctor. Rehab doctor read the "letter" from Ortho and basically asked the same questions. This time around Rehab checked the x-ray. Then she created a physical therapy plan for my left knee and tight quads/hams. Hello to another 6 sessions of PT! But take note that ACL related exercises/activities were not included in the plan.

Oh well towel. Results of the MRI on August 23 will have the answer. I wish and pray that this is just a nuisance alarm. A wake up call not to overwork my body. No, I would like to think that this is just a wake up call to be more diligent in taking care of my body and to take time for strengthening and flexibility.

Kuya Jess isinusuko ko na po ang lahat sa Inyo.
Kayo na po ang bahala sa akin.
Salamat.

On First Love

I will always remember my first love. Our first meeting was a bit awkward. The circumstances were not within the norms. My parents, especially my mom, raised an eyebrow. However, as I spent more time with you I became comfortable and slowly got attracted. Moments with you soon became pleasurable almost like an addiction.

We had a long journey filled with more downs than ups. Hearts were crushed. In the process I became stronger as I rose after each and every failure.

An experience of passionate love is truly indescribable. During the time we were apart, I have met others. But even so, it is undeniable that there is still SOMETHING that will linger between us. You will always be a part of me cause somehow you have influenced the person that I am today.

A first love is indeed unforgettable.

On Moving On

I realized that trying to move on is useless. It is difficult. As long as there is still something lingering there is a possibility that I would fail. Whenever I deny the pain I would just fool myself and risk my well-being.

Thank you that when I opened my eyes I felt calm and relaxed. The pain is still there but not that intense anymore. Then and there I knew that the turmoil is almost over.

Here we go again! Baby steps... :)

On Long Term

Am I ready for a long term commitment?
How would life be if my time with the things I enjoy are compromised?
Would I still be sane?

Do the pros weigh heavier than the cons?
Am I willing to sacrifice temporary pleasure for long term goals?
Am I ready to take that huge step to be that person?

Abangan...

On Lines

I lined up patiently for my turn. When my turn finally arrived, I made the most out of it. I desperately tried to wash out the dirt which accumulated after I rolled like a pig on the muddy field countless times. What can I do if I am resourceful enough and was able to start shampooing before it was my turn? Skillful enough to get soap and stay a little longer to help another teammate who was next in line?

To the dakdakeras, if you want to wash up, I suggest that you line up patiently and wait for your turn rather than blabbing your mouth.

Thank you.