Role Reversal

Dear insansapinas,

Dalawa ang tutumbukin ko sa aking topic; pulitika at ang aking sarili. Isa kasi sa personality disorder ko ang narcissism. Kung lalaki ako siguro ang pangalan ko Narciso. Ayaw ko naman ng pangalan ay Narcisa. Alam naman siguro ninyo ang palayaw. SISA-nasaan kayo Basilio, Crispin.  I love myself. muwah muwah muwah. mwhehwhwwh.


1. Impeachment of have Merci (I am a victim of politics) on me. Siyempre pag nasa gobyerno ka may pulitika. kahit na nga sa private corporations, may office politics din.
Ito hindi lang role reversal na ang prosecutor ngayon ang pinoprosecute kung hindi wheel of fortune pa.
Minsan na sa ibabaw ka at minsan naman nasa ilalim. Kawawa ka pag nawalan ng gas ang gulong kasabay pagkawala ng gasolina. Flat tire ka na, may kabag ka pa.


Ang hindi ko lang gusto sa pangyayari ay alam naman ng tao na ang ginamit para inimpeach ay ang BABOY. OO Virginia, talagang pinataba nila ang baboy para siguradong makuha ang boto.  Tapos inilagay nila sa barrel. Sus.


This little pig went to Congress to vote yes.
This little pig is no longer Harrison Ford. He needs to be in the Senate.
This little pig did not go to Congress but he tweeted, No and wrote, I will esplain.


2. Quiapo
My tsikiting gubat e-mailed me. He said he went to Quiapo to pray for me. When he was newborn, I had to bring him back to the hospital because he suffered from infection. Those nurses from the nursery did not bother to sterilize the feeding bottle. Several babies who were delivered  on that week were put in the ICU. My tsikiting gubat who was only two days old and whose blood vessels were thin as a piece of hair had to endure the butterfly needle that went with the IV to give him sustenance. The second day of our stay in the hospital, one baby died. I panicked and cried. I went to Quiapo and made haggle with the Boss--to make my baby well.


Now it is the reverse, he's haggling with the Boss to heal me. 


His hospitalization gave me the phobia for hospitals. That explains why I never went to hospital after that so much so that my older tsikiting gubat thought that I did not care for him when I refused to visit him in the hospital when he had an appendectomy. Couple that with parental alienation from some relatives, it did look that I did not care. It was only here in the States when I overcame my hospital phobia. It was even a hospital. It was a convalescent hospital. A convalescent is where old people stay while an acute care is where emergency cases and other outpatient or inpatient services are done regardless of the age.


I was doing a business plan and I had to see the inside of a convalescent. There was this old woman who won't get off her bed to go to the bathroom. The nurse can not just force her. She was so fragile and I thought she was suffering from dementia. I offered to assist the nurse. I did not mind if the old woman was wet with pee. She was talking to me. I could afford to wait on her. The nurses can not. They had schedules to follow to see to it that the residents were all washed, fed and taken to their respective places in that convalescent before the director/adminstrator made an ocular inspection to assure th place is running like a timepiece.


The first acute care hospital where I was brought to emergency did not look like and smell like it was a hospital. It looks more like of a five-star hotel. Masyado lang sigurong class ang aking taste pagdating sa ospital. (batok sa sarili).

I hoped when my tsikiting gubat's prayer is not answered, he should not think that the Boss did not listen to him.


With this, let me publish a story forwarded by bayi.

Tony and Yvonne were 85 years old and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because Tony watched their pennies. Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to Yvonne's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.. One day, their good health didn't help when they went on yet another holiday and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.    Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to Yvonne's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.. One day, their good health didn't help when they went on yet another holiday and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.  They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favourite clothes in the closet. They gasped in astonishment when he said, 'Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now.'   Tony asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. 'Why, nothing,' Peter replied, 'remember, this is your reward in Heaven.' Tony looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth.. 'What are the greens fees?,' grumbled Tony.. 'This is heaven,' St. Peter replied. 'You can play for free, every day.'

 Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages. 'Don't even ask,' said St. Peter to Tony. This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy.' Tony looked around and glanced nervously at Yvonne. 'Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods and the decaffeinated tea?,' he asked. That's the best part,' St. Peter replied. 'You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like and you will never get fat or sick.  This is Heaven!' 'No gym to work out at?' said Tony'Not unless you want to,' was the answer. 'No testing my sugar or blood pressure or...' 'Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself.'

 Tony glared at Yvonne and said, 'If it wasn't for you and your blessed Bran Flakes. We could have been here ten years ago!' 

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