Detour

It was 4 o’ clock in the morning. It is unpleasant to take a shower on a cold winter morning, but I had to. I was scheduled for training in a high care nursing home facility on an early morning shift. Anyhow, I showered; put on my uniform, prepared my packed breakfast, lunch and coffee, then I took off. The 3-blocks walk to the station was fascinating; I can hear the bird whistling a happy tune. However, for a moment, I got scared and sceptic. I kept looking behind my back to check if someone was following. Amazingly, I never heard birds sing like that. It sounded like the one Katnis mimicked in the movie Hunger games. Moving on, I arrived to the train station 10 minutes before the scheduled departure; time to take photos and some failed selfy’s. I waited and waited, but the train did not show up. Then came a replacement bus, a bus that will take us, me and i-don’t-know -who to another train station. As the bus driver opened the door, he said “Welcome! This is a free ride! “. It felt a bit strange. “Am I dead now? “, I thought. It reminded me of the bus picking up souls in the movie “Heart and Souls”. Crazy thought, I know. Anyway, I got to the next train station and took the train earlier than expected. I arrived to my destination three quarters before the scheduled assembly. Sometimes, things do not always go as planned. There are and will always be reasons to all the changes and the detours. A midst it all, take a glimpse on the bright side. When I arrived to the facility, I had ample time to savour my breakfast and time to settle and set my mind for the task of the day.

Count your blessings

It has  been a toxic week for me. I'm doing my MBA and I'm also taking Aged Care classes in a different school in preparation for my Nursing home experience. Tons of assignments in my masters subjects , cramming for my Aged Care classes and adjusting to a new place is like hell. I have to wake up awfully early to make my breakfast; assemble my sandwich for lunch; prepare my coffee in a thermos for the day; sit on my thrown to try pooping ( i'm sorry for the visual ); take a shower; decide on what to wear; walk a few blocks to the train station; then walk a few blocks again to get to the school campus. Besides school challenges, the adjustment in a new place is very difficult. It's a different world for me when I am in a habit of having Remy ( the help ) around doing most of the preparation. One time, when I saw the laundry over flowing, and my bedroom looking like a war zone, I couldn't help but burst into tears. This past few days for me has been  rough. Then I bumped into this video.




How can I complain?

Agree or Disagree?

In response to Lili's blogpost ( click here ). I say ,

" With great power comes great irresponsibility. "

Look around, the more power politicians get, the more irresponsible they get to be. As power clouds their brain they suddenly forget everything, like having an amnesia. And as amnesia grows within them, skin grows on them too ---- layer over layer; thicker and thicker. It's like a dreadful disease. Poor thing. 

Probably they don't understand Spiderman because, they forgot who Spiderman is.Sigh! Poor Spiderman.