be careful what you wish for

..cos you might get it.

monday, 13 october - over lunch i told my friend J, the HR Biatch, that I’d love to have a vacation cos i am super toxic already with the wedding preparations and i never wanted to see the office again until 2009 rolls over. we were discussing how i seriously needed all my time focusing on the upcoming wedding and being out of the office is a nice retreat.

fast forward, the day after 14 oct (tues) — i went to the office with a slight fever, convinced that i could pull it off and finish ten thousand things i must attend to. i must distribute client emails, write a story, edit another one, monitor some news, etc. etc. over a thick jacket and boots, i braved the pouring rain…

as soon as i step into the office, i knew it was a bad idea. my fever’s running on 37, i am cold, i could hardly stand, and i was dizzy. at 10AM, i called it a day and went home.

at home, and an hour after…my fever reached up to 41 degrees and i was throwing up like crazy, staining my sheets, the jacket and my bedroom floor. i was rushed to the hospital where interns (no McDreamy in sight, sorry) pumped four different medicines directly unto my veins, I–then promptly passed out out on a chair on the emergency room.

I was discharged an hour after only to be rushed back in less than 20 seconds due to continuous vomitting on the hospital door. i stayed a few hours back at the emergency section, which i was again discharged after cautious checks.

in short, my prayer was answered. i was given 2 days bedrest, which i pulled into 3…i have a recurring headache, my nose is numb due to too much mucus build up and i take an assortment of medicines every 4 hours.

If this is how prayers are answered, I’d take the office anytime–just spare me four days of pathetic agony.

I am fine now, but still…it was a sick leave i’d rather not repeat. Being sick is hell. I don’t recognize the taste or smell of food, i got body pains and my body is now a mucus wonderland.

hopefully Monday, I’d be okay.

Repost: My Mike

In light of me getting hitched in two months: I am re-posting this entry which I wrote, i think 3 years ago…

I must admit that the stress and pressure of planning this wedding is getting to me most of the times, and with it comes hate and major OC bouts–which sadly always claim Mike as the poor victim.

There are days that we argue like crazy, but like magic–we always revert back to our cool selves after each bout of hatred.

I am sure that marrying him is the best decision (yet the hardest and craziest too!) I’ve made…and reading the entry before, made me more happy that I am spending the rest of my life with my bestfriend…

he was born jan-michael suzon on august 22, 1981.

he is a leo. an avid rock fan, a frustrated painter and an inspiring writer. he sees the world through visuals and words. he likes chicken gizzard. he likes the color black. he has an inspiring fascination on suns and moons and stars and the world in between. he likes poetry — the only person i knew who can kick me ass on the written word. he loves to smile. he’s the only person i knew who managed to impress my dad. he loves to look at sunset and spend time at the harbor. he loves jazz, and secretly — has a westlife album (allow us to be frank) and swore like a pirate when he’s mad. he wears rimmed glasses, since he reads to much comics and magazine. his only indulgence — as a man, is his collection of FHM magazines and Heavy Metal comics. He goes crazy over Mage Knights — the only time he forgets that i exist is when he is deep in tournament mode. And man, he plays really good.

Jan-Michael…or Mike wears his heart on his sleeve. he’s not ashamed to cry, the same time he is not ashamed to put me to my place when i am wrong (which is most of the times). he spoils me silly. he is well loved by my brother and my sister — he understands my brother best. he is well-loved by my whole family, by our cats, kittens and even my dog who died a few months ago. he doesn’t mind walking 6 miles to see me (or whatever the length of sta. mesa going to makati)right in the middle of a pouring rain.

mike loves to sing, his secret indulgence is to fantasize on being a rock star. that’s why he watches rockstar:inxs like mad. he thinks marty would win, but i am putting my sights with mig. he hates it that i drool over brandon boyd, or that i go crazy with incubus. yet he watched the concert with me and even joined me at the mosh pit. there, he risked getting injured trying to protect a demented girlfriend from the mosh.

when i cry sometimes, he would gently whisper to me inane jokes to make me smile. he loves to hug and kiss me. his fondest wish is for me to leave NN and just find work elsewhere — so that he doesn’t have to deal with annoying vessel crews and an even annoying travel order. he bleeds when i am my bitchy self yet still accepts me for the moron that i am. mike, tough he maybe on the outside is a sweet mixture of unconditional love and acceptance. something i am most grateful for.

he was born jan-michael, but for me he is simply mike. my mike. my strength and my shield. my only sense of reason. my guilty conscience. my harshest critic. my number one fan (he is the chairman and president of lani mesias fans club inc. >:) hehehe!)

to me, he is the half of my soul. he is my anam-cara. my morale booster. my number enemy for times that i reveal my bratinella self. he is my provider. he is my comfort. he is my life.

he is mike. my boyfriend. my bestfriend.