Pink Super Moon

 

 I love pink things. I know that the pink supermoon won't be literally pink, but I was tickled pink (pun intended) when I looked up and saw a big moon with a pinkish hue.

 

 

 

 

New Flowers

Yesterday was my hubby and I’s wedding anniversary and he said that he forgot to order a bouquet. I replied that I want to go to Mindanao Avenue Garden Center to buy flowering plants na lang.

We went this morning after running a couple of errands. It was our first time to go. We noticed that there was a line of cars going inside the place and my hubby started complaining. 🙄 The center has several stalls but the path for cars is so narrow it was one-way. When we left we had to back up the car. I had to be quick. 

 

I was looking for plants that I can put in my vacant plant boxes. I already have a lantana and it is easy to care for and flowers easily. I bought six pots.

I used to have a pompom plant which died so I bought one. I also liked the dwarf sunflower. It was not my intention to buy mostly yellow flowers but they look so cheery so there. My haul was 400 pesos for eight plants without pots.

I was planning to re-pot them tomorrow morning but I got excited na.

 

Please please please don’t die on me. 🙏🏻 #

First RT PCR Swab Test

 I am working on something that requires a nasopharyngeal RT-PCR test. I have undergone two rapid antigen tests before, the first was through blood pricking at the office before we went back during GCQ last year and the second was a nasal swab when we had a hotel staycation. Thankfully, both negative.

I kept putting off doing the test because of the surge in cases. However, the deadline was looming near. I decided to have it done at Metro North Medical Center and Hospital because it is near our house. I inquired through phone first and they said they accept walk-ins in the morning.

 

 Photo from Metro North Hospital website

 

I arrived at around 10:00 A.M. There is a small room set-up outside of the hospital. I input my information on tablets located at the entrance. I told the guard that I was going to avail of the RT PCR test for work. A nurse went out and gave me a form. She said a doctor's referral was required, but since I was not exhibiting symptoms and it was for work, she just got me a referral from the emergency room. She also asked for an ID and I forgot to bring one. I emailed it to them na lang. After a while, the cashier went out and collected my P5,500.00 payment in cash.

Now, for the swab. I was ushered into the small room outside the hospital. The nurse took samples from both my nostrils (double ouch) and throat. It was a bit uncomfortable and I felt like I was gonna cry and sneeze at the same time.

The result was emailed to me after one and a half days. Thank God, negative! It pays to be OA in the age of COVID. #

Painting with the Kids

 

 When the lockdown started last year, my son suddenly developed high-grade fever followed by intense coughing. COVID tests were really scarce then and we were scared to go to a hospital. We gave him paracetamol every 4 hours but the fever kept coming back. We had no choice but to bring him to the ER where he was diagnosed with acute respiratory infection and sent home to continue meds. When he and hubby arrived home, he had watery poop. His former pedia said to treat him as if he had COVID. We had no yaya then and my senior citizen MIL was helping us out so we had to send her to my SIL's house so she won't catch what my son had. I became mommy, yaya, cook, lavandera and cleaning lady for 2 weeks so I didn't have the luxury of bingeing on Netflix, decluttering, or taking up a new hobby like the rest. It was the longest 2 weeks of my life and while we never found it if it was COVID, I am now grateful that we managed to survive it.

Alas, we are back on lockdown and mercifully, none of my kids are sick. I finally have the time and mental head space to open the big box of crafts my friend sent my kids last Christmas pa. We discovered that my kids like to paint. Well, more of my daughter, who has appropriated a big box of crayons and markers supposedly gifted to her brother.

Here are my son's works: