For I am a dreamer...

I know. I haven't updated in a while and there is no excuse this time.  Life happened. I was meaning to update July of last year but having been immersed in an all new work environment at that time made it impossible to be alone with my mind. I do recall I managed to write you about conflicting career paths, and at that time, I was in the middle of my teaching career. That school year between 2016-2017 had taught me well and taught me good. I loved it, despite all the problems that it brought to my already trouble-laden life. However, I don't know if I loved it because I loved teaching or did I love it because of the kids I worked for? That is beyond me to comprehend right now. But I can honestly say that I genuinely enjoyed my time spent with those kids and I wouldn't ever change it for the world. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss who I am when I was with them.  When all is said and done, I realized that I only need one thing from whatever chose...

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...

Yes, baby. This girl just passed the licensure exam for teachers! Dang! I've been through a lot this year, and to be given this blessing near the end of 2015 just makes me sooo happy! Licensed Teacher | Licensed Nurse I'm planning to pursue higher education in the near future actually. I just don't know what path will I take. Either I'd get a Masters in either my Nursing degree or in Teaching. Or I'd get myself into Law OR medical school. Too many options, but only one lifetime! :)

I think I may have written a little something about me having PCOS here before. I'm not entirely sure though. But yes, I was diagnosed wilth PCOS last 2012. I had it under control for some time, but then I got so busy with senior year and I forgot and neglected all my doctor's appointments for 2013 and 2014. And finally ,2015. Just two days after I was done schooling for the semester, I found myself writhing in a really really really torturous kind of pain on the right side of my lower abdomen. I really thought I was going to die that morning. I got admitted, only to find out that my then PCOS became a full blown 8cm x 9cm ovarian cyst. Jokes on me. Doctors said I needed to have the cyst removed ASAP, but I still had a few things to do so I postponed my surgery up until the 28th of April.  I underwent an OPEN laparatomy (because laparoscopic surgery isn't available in my place). And lo and behold, the cyst grew to more than 10 cm x 10 cm when it was taken out; it wa...

I don't know if it's a trend with millenials or if I'm really just freaking effed up, but yes, I had (or rather, still having) a "midlife crisis" at 21 (up to now.. I am 22 btw). Back in college, I swear I had a really clear and fool-proof plan on how to go about my professional success. I was fairing really well, if I might say so. But I don't know what happened when I started working in the hospital as a full-pledged, regular nurse. Something inside of me just went into disarray, and I knew I just had to quit. And quit I did. Months later, I found myself back in Uni obtaining units enough for me to have a certification and qualification to become a professional secondary level teacher. Honestly, I wasn't really that enthused in the idea of being an educator, but I just kind of had to do something with my life. So yes, I was back in the university for one semester. And then just before I was able to finish the semester, my Aunt called me a...