For I am a dreamer...

I was diagnosed with PCOS last 2011 (although as early as 13, I already had an inkling feeling of having it). I was morbidly obese back then, weighing 85kg+ at 5ft1. Flashback to two years and I lost about 20-25kg (depending on the day) , lived a healthy lifestyle with 80-90% clean eating diet and workouts everyday. I was so busy with life that I missed tons of doctors' appointments here and there. Until March of 2015 came and I was faced with a searing pain on my right lower abdomen, only to find out that it was a huge cyst (more than 10x10cm) that had to be taken out (together with my right ovary). My left ovary was normal all throughout the years, up until a month ago. My recent ultrasound showed that my left ovary was polycystic. And my utz technician said that I might not be able to get pregnant. And that devastated me to the core. I've always wanted to be mom even when I was a baby myself. I've always loved kids. There are things in life that I

Here's the thing, I just had a perfect day -- a perfect sugar-laden day, and I can't seem to get myself to sleep. Stupid sugar rush. So, I'd rather channel my energy through the wonders of words, because it seems like it has been ages since I last posted an entry. I just attended my first ever graduation rites as a teacher today (well, yesterday), and it kind of sent me into yet another episode of "Vim career confused 4.0". To nurse? To educate? Back in June, when all was fresh and anew, I was dead set on leaving my nursing life (and license) behind since I had the enormous drive to practice the teaching profession. And I was happy.... for a while. Not long after, I began to miss my nursing career and I did brush it off as  initial separation adjustment. However, the longer I stayed away from the hospital's realms and from wearing my white scrubs, the more I realized how much I love the nursing profession. People almost always say this to me, "S

Well. What do you know. Another year has passed. 2015 was way better than my 2014, and I'm more than thankful for that! It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies, of course. It was beyond challenging! Let's see, what happened within the year? March - finished my qualifying course for education / diagnosed with a 10x10 cyst that apparently had to be taken out April - gone through open pelvic laparotomy and got the cyst (and one of my ovaries taken out) June - was offered a job (so imagine barely 2 months from recovering post-op and I was starting a new job, in a brand new profession. I had no idea how to be a teacher [I lived my bachelor's degree trained to care for the sick, not to teach in a classroom],  much more to an all-boy college population. It was definitely a challenge!) September - took the national licensure exam for teachers (without having the leisure to review for it! December - found out I passed said exam. And to add to the mental and physic