Buhay Pandemia: Bantay sa Ospital

Watching over c3 in the hospital. He is sleeping soundly now. He wasn’t feeling too well after that 3rd session of plasma exchange. He’s been in the hospital since Jan 19. He had to be confined as his vision deteriorated quite abruptly. He needed 5 days of steroids thru IV. After that, he decided to push thru with this plasma exchange. It would make him stay longer as the procedure needed about 5 sessions, with one day rest in between.

I didn’t want him to go thru this plasma exchange at this time. The procedure, though quite routine, still carried risks. Also, I didn’t want him to stay in the hospital longer. I was too scared of this new strain of COVID. I was scared for him and for myself. 

But I understand why he wanted to. He might not be able to muster the courage to go back to the hospital. And the doctor believes this is the best option available, with less risk and cost. 

It’s Day 11 in the hospital. The procedure wasn’t without some scare. He had to battle a local infection. He still has dizzy spells that make him weak. Two more sessions, 4 more days, at least.

Thank God that He brought c3 a personal assistant at this time, one who is able to stay with him throughout. But I try to visit him as much as my work schedule will allow. It doesn’t help that work has been stressful at the start of the year. 

I had a mini breakdown last Wednesday, as his fever wasn’t going away and work was going bad, and even my workout stalled. I cried a bit, feeling so helpless and frustrated. My spirit is breaking. But after that episode, I picked myself and put on my game face. 

Yeah. Roll with the punches for a while then get your grounding. One day at a time, Cee Sy.

New PR

We broke a record today. Eight years and counting. Longest surviving relationship. HAHA. C3 and I have surpassed all of our previous long relationships. And in our culture of achievement obsession, this certainly feels like one. 

In Sickness and In Health. Pandemic downscaled our plans for celebration this year. But a lingering health issue surfaced that changed all that. Never mind. We will still celebrate whether in a plush resort or in a private room in a hospital.

Cheers! *Clicks plastic cups

Buhay Pandemia: Marking Time since Lockdown

 Last year, I bought a new ref for my place. The old one was moved to the beach house, where ‘good stuff retire’, as c3 puts it. This new ref happens to have laminated glass on its surface, perfect for writing reminders using a non-permanent marker.

I marked the first day of Work From Home, WFH, March 16, imposed during the lockdown. I was feeling ‘imprisoned’ and wanted to ‘mark the days’ till release. Eventually, the calendar evolved to track my workout progress during the lockdown, including supplements I have taken and diets I have tried. 

I didn’t imagine then that I would end 2020 still in GCQ. Sigh.

I’ve wiped it clean since January 1. I still don’t know whether I will continue marking time for this year.