What if I die?

I wouldn't know perhaps if that would be the exact moment. Pain not tolerated might mean a glimpse of death but nah... it is not! It might be the product of your emotional self or the self that would prefer instant attention.

Death might be instantaneous or slow. It might eat you up. But I prefer to say that it might an art... a gracious way of accepting life as it is...

I faced a medical challenge last week when I had a hard time with my bladder. I didn't think much of death but I did make an inventory if there is something that the world would miss if I die (rock star!)... The answer was NONE. I did and gave it all. And then, but some, I bitched my way to the nurses and docs... LET ME PEE!

I did say sorry to my system for letting tanduay rule over them. I did made a sane discourse to my body parts why alcohol is good for my sanity and why we should tolerate it more. Why the 'bad' must be accommodated in the inner system of my body.

My body gave up in those debates. They accommodated my living self once more... I got opened up by the knife. I have to incur loans that would make me stay over my job for sometime...

SIGH.

No regrets. I just will move forward.

And then we go back to the title of this blog. What if I die? Just please do away with those ceremonial rituals. Bring sting and U2 on. Let friends party and if flowers are around, convert them to cash and donate to a cause I need to think of...

Semana santa

The Holy Week has an added twist this year. I am exempted from all the fasting and the abstinence afforded to a normal adult. A post-op patient like me needs to undergo all the pampering that I could get from my family.

I get all the attention and the nagging reminders as to when the meds need to be taken and the food eaten.

My attention is brought to the box which left the family glued for ages. -- TV. The cable didn't remind me much that it was Holy Week. Well, my nephews hounded us to resignation to go back aeons of our lives to the time when colors are the only thing in the world... Yes, cartoons.

Another polarity goes to my parents. They truly epitomize the Filipinos love for politics. They followed all the public debates and political fora once could ever imagine covered on TV. So, there goes my Holy Week... one that gets heatedly political with a dash of medical care and a track back to disneyland.

Thanks to my room, it offered me solace and a chance for introspection. Truly, what is the face of Bohol after this election?