• By ebotpandayan
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• On February 20, 2018
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Weird that I spend more time in Philippine hospitals and clinics instead of swimming in the clear waters of Boracay or Coron or just enjoying what my Bukid-non has to offer. I didn’t need any treatment. As many of my friends knew, Walter,  my significant other, was confined at St. Luke’s, where we shared the same room – me, as his alalay (help), deprived of sleep during Walter’s 6-day hospital stay. St. Luke’s came into the picture when a hospital in my hometown – realizing that it lacks the facilities to do blood transfusion should Walter need one, advised us to go to a bigger hospital – this after a blood extraction and an IV fluid infusion. This was the second time Walter had to have a blood extraction in 2 hours — the first, done by a local lab that this hospital ignored, preferring perhaps to do their own for reasons beyond me. The resident physician waived his doctor’s fee, for which we were expected to be grateful. He has not done anything substantial besides asking what brought us to his hospital anyway. For this act of kindness, we should remain indebted forever. Salamat po, Doktor!

With Princess at the Animal Care Hospital and Wellness Center

Princess is one of Walter’s strange bed-fellows – an eight-year-old Shitzu-Maltese mixed breed. Now eight years old, she’s become the most expensive dog in the house based on the animal hospital and clinic visits she had had in the last five years – not counting house calls by her “attending vet. “We had to bring her yesterday to the Animal Care Hospital and Wellness Center in Angeles City in Pampanga Province to examine her swollen gum thoroughly. She’s had several tooth extractions in the past. This time, the local animal clinic found it somewhat problematic to remove that tooth, which was causing her so much pain. The best thing they could do for her was to give her steroids to ease the pain. Unfortunately, the steroids didn’t help much. Her saliva was constantly drooling, and she eventually developed a bad case of halitosis; you’d think there was a decaying corpse near you. Walter could not bear the stench and the speed she was getting emaciated.

Princess and DVMs

A friend – a vet – was visiting the house and suggested bringing Princess to this animal hospital owned by a good friend. It was a high-end hospital for animals. I could not help but think of the bills the treatment might cost Walter, especially when the hospital owner personally attended to Princess. Finally, however, he did what I was hoping to get for Princess – a thorough examination of what was ailing her: Her lower molar tooth, which the local clinic in my town would not want to touch – it lacks the facility to carry out a complicated dental procedure, I assumed — has gone necrotic. It took me a while to realize that this clinic is more of an Emergency Room for animals needing first aid.

Ila, my former Cook. At extreme right, in a green shirt, at Walter’s 65th.

Three hours later, Princess, our vet friend, and I were on our way home. The bill was not that much; it helped that the hospital owner and our vet friend are frat brothers. Princess was scheduled to have a tooth extraction and gum surgery end of the month. So, of course, I must be there for her – hoping against hope that no cat is around. I love cats, but my nose gets stuffy whenever one is nearby.

The next day, I had to be in another hospital again – to visit my former Cook in my hometown. She collapsed at home and was rushed to the nearest hospital. My Cook – a second-degree cousin — quit working after being diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago. She seemed on the mend again after several treatments, but two years later was confronted with yet another form of cancer. Bone this time. And the prognosis is not good. The doctors don’t give much hope, but I remain optimistic that she can beat her demons the way she did many in the past. Then, finally, I got a sign she will.

I was chatting with her sister and discussing her frame of health when a message flashed on the screen that read: “Psalm 126. God asked me to tell you everything will be alright from now on…” Another chain letter, I said. I would generally ignore such, but at least this one didn’t threaten something unpleasant to the recipient should it be ignored. And I received it right after I offered a small prayer for my Cook, asking a favor that she may withstand her trial. I may not be the holiest among many of my friends, but this came when seeking His help for someone in need of assistance. I find it strange, too much of a coincidence, but how many times have I heard it said that God works in mysterious ways? I don’t remember the last time I forwarded a chain letter to friends, which I promised myself I wouldn’t do again in the past, but I tried to justify this one. I asked for forgiveness and understanding from those I may have offended or bothered by my action.

After breakfast, Walter asked me to take him to a dental clinic. He broke one of his front teeth while munching calamares fritos at St. Luke’s. No, St. Luke’s did not have fried squids for his diet. He asked me to get some for him when he heard a friend, Menchu, inviting me to dinner in a Spanish resto near the hospital. She said I needed something good to eat besides the fast foods I usually get from the nearby McDo. Much as I wouldn’t say I like the sights, sounds, and smells at the Dentist’s clinic, I had no choice but to keep Walter company while his Dentist worked on whatever was left of his broken tooth. Aray!

It’s safe to say I’d been to many hospitals and clinics where everybody in scrubs and white coat seems to be running around all the time, where doctors seem distant when they talk to you; I’d seen enough paramedics, nurses, ambulance attendants, people talking in whispers, porters, wheelchairs, IV fluid bags, get-well flowers, etc. — and so my wish now — having been there and done that — is to get a break from all of these and have fun while home here on the island. WISH ME LUCK!