On the bright side, because stepping out of the house has been a draining activity for me, I've just decided to order everything - yes, including meals - online and have them delivered to me.
Paying that nominal amount for the delivery fees would be much better than having to deal with crowds of humans and risking a full-blown meltdown.
That in turn has led me to discovering more food and beverage outlets in and around my neighborhood.
Friday, March 14, 2025
The Calm in Chaos
I'm running around like a headless chicken as of late. Between work, the constant need to research the websites for specific medical items that I need, and the imbalance of life, there's not much downtime again. Ugh, what kind of life do I even have?
In short, I found myself in the hospital decades later, not as a patient but more of a next-of-kin. I was supposed to be concerned in my panic for the patient's well-being, but my behavior resembled more like someone who was disconnected from the situation.
Lol, no wonder the emergency physicians were caught aback by my reaction. I think they were used to dealing with frantic next-of-kins instead. I mean, this wasn't my first rodeo. The last time I was in the hospital, it was for the afterlife matters - and I had the same barely-there reaction.
Who knows if I had disassociated without even being aware of it both times?
But if there are some things that I've picked up from this experience, it's the importance of medical insurance. Even if you aren't open to purchasing an insurance policy, it is still pertinent to have a medical one. You wouldn't know what tomorrow would bring, so it's best to be safer than sorry. At least you wouldn't have to pay the medical bills out-of-pocket. I got mine in the end because of this reason (and am thinking of buying a second one to cover my soul too).
That said, for a future reference, I shall list the items needed in the event that someone I know or I myself end up being warded. At least I wouldn't get into a state again. First thing's first—your medical card. Or at least a copy of your medical policy in the event that your attending physician needs to liaise with the insurance company. It also works as a proof of your medical/health insurance—as long as it is still within the valid period.
Next would be your next-of-kin or someone to deal with the medical matters. Your next-of-kins are usually the close family members (parents, siblings, and children or relatives). Apparently, the definition is not legally fixed, so you can have anyone of your choice by way of a Power of Attorney to execute your standing instructions. (You're better off speaking with a lawyer for further details, though.)
Third, be prepared with the level of care needed after discharge. Depending on the seriousness of the condition, the person's competence, and their mobility, be prepared for the round-the-clock care and their stubbornness. The latter part will be a challenge as it will chip away at your emotions and wear down your patience.
Them patients are extremely—and I emphasize, extremely—capable of uttering the meanest and most demeaning words possible… and deny ever doing so. Not all, but some of them—so just be prepared for this.
And now, the list of items
-Adult diapers (especially if there is limited to no mobility whatsoever)
-Underpads (mattress-sized [if possible] or the largest size [90 cm x 90 cm]) to avoid the risk of spillage/leakage (with adult diapers comes the use of this)
-Reusable absorbent bed pad (this works like the underpads, but it's washable)
-Wedge pillow sponge cushions (this helps when the person needs to be turned every few hours or so without breaking the caregiver's back)
-Loads of wet issues/baby wipes and antibacterial wipes (for those days when it is necessary to wipe down the body and the bathroom's just a no-go)
-Medical gloves and masks (if you're dealing with soiled diapers)
-Comfortable clothes
-Air fresheners or sprays (so that the place won't start reeking)
In short, I found myself in the hospital decades later, not as a patient but more of a next-of-kin. I was supposed to be concerned in my panic for the patient's well-being, but my behavior resembled more like someone who was disconnected from the situation.
Lol, no wonder the emergency physicians were caught aback by my reaction. I think they were used to dealing with frantic next-of-kins instead. I mean, this wasn't my first rodeo. The last time I was in the hospital, it was for the afterlife matters - and I had the same barely-there reaction.
Who knows if I had disassociated without even being aware of it both times?
But if there are some things that I've picked up from this experience, it's the importance of medical insurance. Even if you aren't open to purchasing an insurance policy, it is still pertinent to have a medical one. You wouldn't know what tomorrow would bring, so it's best to be safer than sorry. At least you wouldn't have to pay the medical bills out-of-pocket. I got mine in the end because of this reason (and am thinking of buying a second one to cover my soul too).
That said, for a future reference, I shall list the items needed in the event that someone I know or I myself end up being warded. At least I wouldn't get into a state again. First thing's first—your medical card. Or at least a copy of your medical policy in the event that your attending physician needs to liaise with the insurance company. It also works as a proof of your medical/health insurance—as long as it is still within the valid period.
Next would be your next-of-kin or someone to deal with the medical matters. Your next-of-kins are usually the close family members (parents, siblings, and children or relatives). Apparently, the definition is not legally fixed, so you can have anyone of your choice by way of a Power of Attorney to execute your standing instructions. (You're better off speaking with a lawyer for further details, though.)
Third, be prepared with the level of care needed after discharge. Depending on the seriousness of the condition, the person's competence, and their mobility, be prepared for the round-the-clock care and their stubbornness. The latter part will be a challenge as it will chip away at your emotions and wear down your patience.
Them patients are extremely—and I emphasize, extremely—capable of uttering the meanest and most demeaning words possible… and deny ever doing so. Not all, but some of them—so just be prepared for this.
And now, the list of items
-Adult diapers (especially if there is limited to no mobility whatsoever)
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| 90cm x 90 cm underpads |
-Underpads (mattress-sized [if possible] or the largest size [90 cm x 90 cm]) to avoid the risk of spillage/leakage (with adult diapers comes the use of this)
-Reusable absorbent bed pad (this works like the underpads, but it's washable)
-Wedge pillow sponge cushions (this helps when the person needs to be turned every few hours or so without breaking the caregiver's back)
 |
| Baby wipes |
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| Antibacterial wipes |
-Medical gloves and masks (if you're dealing with soiled diapers)
-Comfortable clothes
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| Antibacterial Spray |
Saturday, February 15, 2025
Una Breve Bienvenida a la Blogosfera
(Translation: A Short Welcome to the Blogosphere)
Oh, look at what we have here.
It's been almost a year since I dropped from the face of the blogosphere. I mean, my last post was in May 2024, and it wasn't a complete one.
Anyway, you might wonder, what could have pulled me from the blog for such a long time. Well, the answer could come as a surprise (or not, depending on who's reading). It's work; I've been so focused on work and fulfilling the hours that I forgot about this little project of mine.
Nothing much changed, except for the increase in hours, but it has taught me one thing: why folks always stressed the skills of time management and boundaries. If one isn't careful, the fragile scale tips over to the side where they spend more hours, which results in a dangerous domino effect.
(Trust me! I've lived through this twice!)
Yet, it is arduous for me to stop thinking about work. Whenever I catch a breath, I keep having the sneaking suspicion that something will happen or I will just commit a vanishing act for hours.
Workaholic, much?
Self-isolation, much?
Perhaps, but I do have moments when the mere existence of humans ruffles my feathers.
On the side, I have discovered a lot of F&B outlets mushrooming in locations within driving distance from my neighborhood. While a couple are my new haunts, I haven't given the rest of them a try, considering how I am unable to get myself out of the house and can only rely on Grab/FoodPanda to make the delivery. (My temper tends to rise whenever I am in a crowded area, so it's best to remove myself from the equation to prevent any blowout.)
But really, 2024 has sailed past with such speed that 1) I barely remember living the year or 2) I've lived through in a dissociative state. Now that we're in a new year - the year of a snake, let's see if I am able to carve enough time out of a busy schedule on a weekly basis to juggle this blog and my work moving forward.
I'd need the appropriate content to work with as well. I can't be plucking something out of the sky, right?
Consider this a brief post, while I crack my head to brainstorm a proper one.
Oh, look at what we have here.
It's been almost a year since I dropped from the face of the blogosphere. I mean, my last post was in May 2024, and it wasn't a complete one.
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| Taken from one of Sunway Pyramid's parking floors |
Anyway, you might wonder, what could have pulled me from the blog for such a long time. Well, the answer could come as a surprise (or not, depending on who's reading). It's work; I've been so focused on work and fulfilling the hours that I forgot about this little project of mine.
Nothing much changed, except for the increase in hours, but it has taught me one thing: why folks always stressed the skills of time management and boundaries. If one isn't careful, the fragile scale tips over to the side where they spend more hours, which results in a dangerous domino effect.
(Trust me! I've lived through this twice!)
Yet, it is arduous for me to stop thinking about work. Whenever I catch a breath, I keep having the sneaking suspicion that something will happen or I will just commit a vanishing act for hours.
Workaholic, much?
Self-isolation, much?
 |
| At some poke bowl shop |
Perhaps, but I do have moments when the mere existence of humans ruffles my feathers.
On the side, I have discovered a lot of F&B outlets mushrooming in locations within driving distance from my neighborhood. While a couple are my new haunts, I haven't given the rest of them a try, considering how I am unable to get myself out of the house and can only rely on Grab/FoodPanda to make the delivery. (My temper tends to rise whenever I am in a crowded area, so it's best to remove myself from the equation to prevent any blowout.)
But really, 2024 has sailed past with such speed that 1) I barely remember living the year or 2) I've lived through in a dissociative state. Now that we're in a new year - the year of a snake, let's see if I am able to carve enough time out of a busy schedule on a weekly basis to juggle this blog and my work moving forward.
I'd need the appropriate content to work with as well. I can't be plucking something out of the sky, right?
Consider this a brief post, while I crack my head to brainstorm a proper one.
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