Putting a Face Into a Name: Joy

In the blogging world, blogpals strongly support each other without having to see each other face-to-face. We clearly know one another by our pen names and how our mind strongly speaks but strangely enough, putting a face into a name is a rare occurrence. But once an opportunity strikes, I’d grab it. It’s just me.

When I was informed in April that a blogpal of mine was coming down to Sydney from Brisbane, I felt ecstatic. We have known each other since I started out blogging more than 9 years ago. That’s how much I feel so ancient in knowing her via our blogs but we never got the chance to get acquainted face-to-face.

How It All Began
When I was only a neophyte at bloglandia in 2007, Joy was amongst the first few who supported me by virtue of appreciating my thoughts, agreeing to what I write, celebrating milestones, openly or silently refuting some ideas, and simply showing support by making her presence felt to whatever crap I publish across my blogs. Eventually, a beautiful and rare kind of friendship has evolved virtually; and it all took place even before the social media like Facebook invaded our lives.

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This is how Joy sees me as a blogger. Yay! Thanks for the beautiful words! ☺️

The Meet and Greet
When I learned of their hectic schedule, I informed my husband and he was ever willing and happy to drive me together with our son to our meeting place which was just in the vicinity of a shopping centre. The only thing was that, they will be arriving at night time, which was my baby’s sleeping time.

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With both our families. My poor little fella! He was asleep the whole time! 😩

It was just a quick and short meet-up. I was happy to see a very cheerful, pretty, and sexy Mummy with her beautiful family. Joy was the same person as I have pictured her to be at the blogs.

I’d like to thank her and her family for going out of their way to meet me and my small family despite feeling exhausted from their long travel from Brisbane en route to Melbourne.

Hugs to you Joy and your beautiful family! It was a pleasure meeting you face-to-face! It’s a good feeling to have finally put a face into your name.

Until we meet again!

GoFundMe Campaign Launched to Help a Friend

Over the weekend, I got the rare opportunity of keeping in touch with my grade school classmates via private chat. We may have been “friends” on Facebook for as long as I can remember; however, we don’t really get to talk on a rather personal basis. I believe that is one downside of social media- we can be so near yet so far. But in hindsight, it could also work to the advantage of someone like me who’s away from my family. They can be so distant yet so near.

Some of my classmates were adamant in holding a Get-Together or a Reunion of some sort. Suggestions were made, pledges were offered, initial plans were laid out.

It was a mixture of different personalities combined together that were developed and honed by various educational backgrounds, trainings, and experiences. I find it very refreshing!

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Jokes were shared, laughters erupted, and the unending banters ensued. It was a joyful moment to have reminisced the past with them virtually.

The intention may have been to poke fun when we were asked to send a selfie for the group to see but some of them rose to the challenge. It’s amazing how they haven’t aged at all!

However, my heart was broken into a million pieces when one of my classmates, Marivic Apelinga, shared a photo of herself. She is strapped in a wheelchair. I could hardly recognize her at all! I can’t help but weep in silence!

I was made aware that she was very ill two years ago. But I never really thought she was “that” ill until recently. I felt guilty for not being able to respond quickly and I have not accorded support in whatever means possible when our classmate Erickson initiated to help her. His gesture was incredibly appreciated by yours truly. But in all fairness to myself, I was pregnant then and had my own personal issues.

But so much for my lame excuses!

I felt the need to make it up to her. It was in this instance when Erickson and I together with our classmates came up with the idea of launching a campaign so we can raise sufficient funds for Marivic that will cover the treatment costs for two years.

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I never had a GoFundMe account; I never felt the need to have one. But I vowed to help Marivic in the little way I know how. I wrote the draft and aimed of accomplishing it over the weekend despite a tight schedule that was mostly spent with my family. GoFundMe is restricted in the Philippines; so I was left with little choice but to use the account I created (Read: We initially made efforts to launch the campaign from GoFundMe Philippines). After a much thorough deliberation with Marivic and Erickson, the page went live last night. As of this writing, it has been shared on Facebook 40 times and 5 donations have been made.

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I have never lost my faith in humanity as I have been a recipient of many random acts of kindness in the past by some random people I have met online and offline. I duly express my high hopes and optimism that this campaign will reap the same and eventually achieve its goal.

If it’s not too much to ask, kindly visit the GoFundMe page H E R E to read further about Marivic’s plight. Please help us spread the word so we may reach our goal to help Marivic cover the costs of her treatment.

Thanks in advance for your help, kindness, and generosity!

To Deactivate on Facebook or Not

Last week, I privately warned my Mum, MIL, and some other close pals that they may not be able to see my updates on Facebook anymore once I get my account deactivated.

I didn’t mean to sound melodramatic but I have my solid reasons. They were probably unhappy; but when they learned of the primary reason why I planned of temporarily quitting Facebook, I was relieved that they clearly understood where I was coming from.

However, my husband strongly disagreed and did his best to convince me to reconsider.

“You can’t cut off your ties from people just like that.”

He knew how I love going on Facebook; he’s been very supportive especially when I share stuff about Jamie. He wants my family back home to keep track of Jamie’s progress by posting regular updates. He didn’t want them to miss out on anything about Jamie.

He further quipped that I can well manage or curtail my Facebook usage by doing the following:

1. Log-out from my Facebook account when I feel the need to be productive;
2. Do things according to my schedule;
3. Do not be tempted to log back in until I am done with my “tasks”;
4. Facebook in moderation; Facebooking during my most idle moments, i.e on the train (Read: I am actually on the train while drafting this post).
5. Do NOT deactivate.

I was surprised how he strongly feels about me shunning off my Facebook presence. He is on Facebook alright but he isn’t a Facebooker like I am, if you know what I mean.

When he threw in these inputs altogether for me to seriously reconsider my options, it made me struggle all the more on whether or not to completely deactivate Facebook. Knowing myself being too hooked on FB, it’s going to be too difficult in practice and execution. Facebook has become too accessible and made things at its easiest so it became an easy addiction; it is habit-forming. And yes! I can do Facebook anytime, anywhere!

Last night, I posted my dilemma on my Facebook wall, where else? Lol!

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My Facebook shout

One of them may not have taken it seriously thus the laugh icon. But it came as no surprise to me at all when virtual pals echoed similar thoughts as that of my husband.

From one of the most respected blogger I look up to.
From one of the most respected blogger I look up to.
Honestly, it made me rethink my options
Honestly, it made me rethink my options
From my girlfriends 😘
From my girlfriends 😘
One more girlfriend ❤️
One more girlfriend ❤️

I am with most of you, if not all. There are a lot of great and amazing things on Facebook; it has become a phenomenon. As a matter of fact, the 16th President of the Philippine Republic attributed its overwhelming landslide victory to the social media platforms. I find it brilliant that his campaign strategists were able to employ and maximize social media to his advantage.

But this is not all about His Excellency. This is just about me- an ordinary wife and a working Mummy who’d like to juggle things in between. My intent is to basically experiment if I am capable of doing greater things if most of my time is spent away from Facebook. This is going to be a huge challenge.

So Why Am I still on Facebook?

Honestly, I still wrestle with this question as of this writing. Without a shadow of a doubt, Facebook has served me well and good for the last couple years especially when I migrated to Australia almost four years ago. It is extremely useful and has exceptionally done wonders in keeping me connected with family and friends; making me feel like I haven’t been away at all for that amount of time.

I am awkwardly aware that about a quarter in my contacts I have yet to meet in person. I have befriended them from the blogs and the relationship has evolved and blossomed over the years. We get to interact at Facebook on a regular basis regardless how irregular we publish updates on our blogs. I may not get the chance to meet them face-to-face and that is alright but who knows? I am not shutting my doors for any “eyeball” possibilities.

My Personal Take

After a much longer and deeper contemplation, I decided to keep my account for the time being. It is a given that Facebook is a “necessary evil” in the digital world and I am more encouraged to use it to my advantage. It is an engagement tool and I will make it work for me and NOT me working for Facebook. I am going to challenge myself to utilise it wisely and be more fruitful with my time. I won’t allow Facebook to steal and waste it when I need to do bigger and more important things. Thus, less time spent in posting statuses, uploading photos, etc.

Don’t get me wrong. Facebook is NOT the end-all and be-all platform. Please do away from this mentality:

“If something happens and you don’t put it on Facebook, did it ever happen?”

For my friends and family who’s interested to know some updates about me, I am hoping you’d take time to visit the links to my blogs as I will be publishing extensive updates from here at least once a week.

Just like the old blogging days.

I hope to win and get back with a pretty much organised and arranged schedule doing many things better than going with silly unimportant stuff on my Facebook Newsfeed.

Why I Chose to Take the High Road Even When I Want to be Nasty

align boxBlog Owner and Post Author: Lainy

I remember my immature self who would easily succumb to emotions. I tend to lash out easily; I would almost immediately express my anger in haste especially when I am intentionally provoked or when a person has been a complete a**hole or a bit*ch. The swift response would be to seek revenge and wish for retribution to the other party.

However, as time passed me by, I can say that I have learned to pick my battles wisely. Taking the high road by walking away is not at all times cowardice.

I could cite a few examples if only to clearly emphasize my point.

After giving birth to my son, I was under observation in the hospital. Because of some issues, which I would later relate in my birth story, I was given a private room and my husband was allowed to stay the night. However, there was one midwife in Blacktown Hospital who did not exercise prudence and tact; and they wonder why a lot of women hurdle postnatal depression.

In her line of profession, she was expected to deliver care, support, and comfort. Boy, was I wrong! I was raising my expectations too high.

Recalling what transpired that night, she sent my husband home. She harshly said that if the hospital would catch fire, he will add up to the number of people who will need rescuing. To make things clear, my husband was given clearance and approval by hospital administrators and doctors to be with me to assist in speeding up my recovery emotionally. He was meant to stay the night the entire duration of my confinement in the hospital.

To make the long story brief, I tearfully confronted her and emphasized that my husband was allowed to be with me for a solid reason and because of what she did, she was not helping me at all. She confessed that she failed to read the notes in my medical chart. She never apologised.

The next day, the hospital Manager came in to see me and I discussed with her what took place the previous night. She encouraged me to lodge a complaint. Apparently, the midwife was technically on the wrong. By impulse, I would like to raise hell and I wanted to gratify myself by proving that she did me wrong.

However, I never got the chance to write an extensive complaint on the issue. For one thing, I was thinking ahead that she might lose her job had I pursued the matter. What if she has children? What’s going to happen to them? I am now a mother and I could certainly walk in her shoes. For another, my resolve changed each time I look at my son and nurse him. I do not need all these kind of crap because I never want to agitate my son. I always tried my best to be calm and collected around him. Pursuing the matter would have brought out the worst in me. I chose not to for my son’s sake. It was not easy to walk away without a fight but I chose to totally drop the issue.

If only to add more value on this post, some may feel unhappy with other people’s happiness. My husband and I’s happiness to be precise. To be eaten up by so much insecurity and bitterness is pathetic. To spread ugly lies and gossips about me and screwing me over behind my back is sheer evil. There could be valid reasons that prompted a person to act in such silly, inappropriate, and bitchy ways but there is never an excuse for such despicable acts. It is beyond me how I found the heart to initiate the move to break the ice after all the misleading and false accusations that were hurled at me. My dignity was better served by turning the other cheek.

I could have shared a whole lot more in grotesque detail but I will spare you with the ugliness of it all.

Ultimately, I realized that taking the high road is worth my personal happiness and peace of mind:

1. Revenge is clearly a waste of time and energy. To be consumed by getting even to someone who wronged me is not worth it. I can’t be obsessed by getting back at a person because life is too beautiful to be wasted on crap.

2. I won’t humiliate myself by stooping down to the level of others. I want to preserve my sense of pride and dignity by not allowing my life to be wrapped up in complete misery, anger, hatred, and grudges.

3. I have far more better and important things to worry about. I can’t focus on the trivial issues. I have an awesome husband and an adorable son- that’s all that matters to me.

4. In the long run, choosing not to lose my cool made the other party look awful. Being the ugly villain in this saga doesn’t sound nice, right? 😉

5. Haters will always gonna hate. I can’t do anything about that. But I was given the opportunity to look down on them the minute I chose to take the high road. From my tower of maturity, I saw what kind of people they truly are.

I must admit that walking away with grace is not an easy path to take. I am not that innocent with all the wicked thoughts that’s going on in my head. I am still a work in progress everyday.

I have to give due credit to my husband who helped me pacify my emotions by always reminding me:

“If you retaliate, then you will be just like them.”

He has not failed in reminding me to always try to ignore the taunts and provocations and not to sink to their level.

Now as I look back, I am glad I opted to take the high road.

Speaking Aussie-Style: The Australian Accent and Slang

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Two years down the track and this little Filipina is yet to get accustomed to Australian culture and customs and yes! That Aussie slang!

The first year of living the Australian way was not only the fine tuning of myself to the places and things that is Australian but more so of understanding deeper its core values and that popular “mateship.” These are massive challenges that I faced in my first few months of settlement especially when I entered the Australian work force.

Truth be told, I struggled immensely in comprehending Australian accent. Decoding Aussie slang is an entirely different story. I felt I was the dumbest little Filipina that could not easily grasp what’s being said.

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Photo not mine

Let me begin with how my real name is pronounced the Aussie way. Most of my friends know that I adopted “Lainy” as my pen name at the blog and most blogpals call me that. Please note that “Lainy” was a sort of an endearment given to me by my ex-boyfriend who is now my husband. But I remain to be “Ellaine” to some friends and family offline. It is commonly pronounced as eeh-LANE. I still am not used to being called “eeh-layn” as it is spoken Aussie-style. I have noticed that older Aussies are more inclined to pronouncing it that way.

You might think I should find it a lot easier to understand and decode both accent and slangs respectively because I am married to a true blue Aussie. But that is not the case. He speaks to me with less Aussie slangs and more on Filipino words. Haha! Talk about interracial marriage! 😉

When I began working and dealing with various people from all walks of life, I got wider exposure to the Aussie accent and slangs and it made things even more difficult. I had trouble coping but I openly accepted the challenge. I guess getting accustomed to it everyday and taking in these new learnings with open mind is part of an immigrant’s journey.

One day, I was doing my regular tasks at work and informed one of our Directors that I just accomplished the major task that was expected of me. I felt lost and confused when he responded: Ta! (Pronounced as tah) I stared at him blankly and didn’t know what to say! He must have thought I was unforgivingly stupid! LOL! I still had not realized what it meant but when I kept hearing it from random Aussies, I have finally figured it out that it must have been a slang for Thanks a lot or an expression of gratitude. Of course, I had that confirmed at some point.

If you speak to an Australian and you wanna speak like an Australian, you’ve got to learn these:

G’day Mate! (Pronounced as Gud-die, Mite!)- This is a universal language that ALL Australians will understand. It is used anytime of the day or night. This is actually just the friendly way of saying “Hello.”

How ya goin?– It is usually the response after seeing someone and simply enquiring how they are.

You reckon?– If you say something and you’re trying to ask them what they think. e.g., I think it’s going to rain. You reckon? It’s the casual way of saying “I think.”

See ya later, see you soon or catcha later!– See you another time; not literally “later” in the day.

Below are the list of widely used Aussie slangs which I have learned to decode over my short stint here:

Arvo– afternoon
Aussie– an Australian
Bubba or bub– Baby
Barbie or Barby– barbecue
Beannie– bonnet
Bloody– it is the great Australian adjective to describe intensity. i.e. bloody idiot!
Bloke– Australian man, guy
Bludger– lazy person
Boot– trunk of a car
Brekky or Brekkie– breakfast
Bugger– a term of frustration
Capsicum– red or green bell peppers
Cardie- cardigan
Check-out– cashier
Chemist– pharmacy
Chips– french fries
Chook– chicken
Cuppa– cup of tea or a hot beverage
Dear– expensive
Docket– official receipt
Doona– duvet or comforter
Dummy– infant’s pacifier
Esky– portable icebox or cooler
Fillet– means the same thing but Aussies pronounce it with a “t”
Footy– Australian football (Rugby League)
Fridge– refrigerator
Jumper– usually a woolen sweater
Kindie– kindergarten
Knickers– panty or female underwear
Layby– layaway
Lift– elevator
Lollies– candies or sweets
Loo– toilet
Lounge room– living room
Maccas (pronounced as Mackers)– McDonalds
Mate– friend or buddy
Mozzies– mosquitoes
Nappy– diaper
No worries– this is a common English expression but it is used quite A LOT here. It means no dramas, no problem, it’s ok
Oz– Australia
Petrol– gasoline or fuel
Powerpoint– power/ electrical outlet
Pram– stroller
Prawn– shrimp
Prezzy or pressie– present or a gift
Pub– short for “public house” or hotel; it also indicates a bar that is licensed to provide alcohol to the public
Rubbish– garbage. Also used to describe something ugly or ridiculous.
Sickie– calling in sick to work
Script– prescription
She’ll be right, Mate!– She will be OK
Shopping centre– shopping mall
Singlet– sleeveless cotton undershirt
Sook– someone who complains a lot
Sunnies– sunglasses
Tap– faucet
Tellie– television
Thongs– beach footwear e.g, slippers
Tomato Sauce– ketchup (Yes!)
Torch– flashlight
Tracksuit pants or trackies– jogging pants
Trolley– shopping cart
Truckie– truck driver
Uni– university
Ute (pronounced as “yut”) – abbreviation for “utility”; it is a utility vehicle with a cargo tray in the rear. I call it pick-up in the Philippines 😉
Whinge– the act of incessantly and annoyingly complaining. The person who does this is called a “whinger”
Woolies– Woolworths

AUSSIE ALPHABET
It must be noted that Aussies pronounce the letter H as “haitch”. This is different from how we normally pronounce it in the American English alphabet, “aitch.”

In addition, Aussies pronounce the letter Z as “zed.” I am used to pronouncing it as “zee.”

Australia is an English speaking country but the Aussie slang has got a unique flavour to it. Right matey? The Aussie accent is always a thing to contend with. I personally don’t think I’d ever get to learn how to speak the Aussie accent (I won’t even dare try!) the way the true blue Aussies do it but understanding what’s being spoken about is the key to finding it exciting and fun- Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! 😉

Walk a Mile in my Shoes

align boxBlog Owner and Post Author: Lainy

I have previously published A Commuter’s Lament to express the pros and cons of taking public transportation to and from work.

I once mentioned HERE that we moved to a new work location which ultimately is more accessible and convenient for me. There’s no more need for me to take a bus.

Sweet! :-)

The new office building is accessible by foot from the train station. It takes a nice 10-minute walk along a park.

This time, please permit me to invite you to literally walk a mile in my shoes. Be prepared to be inundated with pictures 😉

Stairway to work
Stairway to work

I have formed a habit of counting each step I take on the staircase to and from work. I walk up and down a massive 100 steps- one way!

More steps my way
More steps my way

It is a fair bit of a consolation that I take in the lovely view of this park in between each walks.

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My work building
Finally, my work building

I was optimistic to lose some of the pregnancy weight in the initial weeks back at work. But unfortunately, it did not materialize. My mother spoiled me by preparing in between snacks and big meals for lunch.

I guess losing unwanted pounds will have to wait until she goes back to the Philippines. What a good excuse for bingeing. LOL!

Winter Must-Have

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Winter is almost over in our neck of the woods just as it is about to begin on the other side of the universe. It was the last month of winter when I went back to work after my Parental Leave for a couple of months. I made sure that I had my pair of gloves handy inside my bag each morning I go to work. I wear then whenever I get off the train and have a few minutes walk going to my work building. I just knew I would freeze without it!

Just the same protection it gives to anyone, gloves is a must-have during winter season. I know for motorcycle enthusiasts, heated motorcycle gloves is also a must. It is always good to be protected from the brutal cold chills of winter. Not only does it protect us from the freezing cold but it also looks fashionable and fab.

I'm Officially Back to the Workforce

align boxBlog Owner and Post Author: Lainy

I’m officially back to the workforce today. I had to be strong; hence it is imperative to implement basic mind control. It took a lot of will power and mind conditioning to be able to wipe out all uncertainties.

And why not? I have been on Parental Leave for nearly half a year.

After I gave birth, I have been the primary carer of my newborn. While it is true that I got massive help from my own mother, I made sure that my baby was primarily looked after by me. Time spent with my son was all too precious.

It’s understandable that I had a heavy heart going back to work. I did not just wake up and felt all too excited to go back to work. It was actually a mixture of conflicted emotions.

When I became a mother, I knew that there can never be a more challenging role than being a Mum. But like most Mums, I need to do what ought to be done. Going back to work is what’s best for our little family.

It hugely helped me that some friends remembered how this transition could be so important for me and our family. Ate J of Juliana’s Lair was thinking about me and remembered to send her goodluck wishes and some gentle nudge of support and encouragement.

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A very good friend of mine here in Sydney also remembered to ask how’s my first day back to work.

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My schedule had been hectic prior to today. I had to keep up with Doctors’ appointments, errands, and doing some paper works relating to my job. We merged into one big company and moved to a newer and bigger building, thus, the People and Culture Manager required me to sign some paper works.

We moved to this building while I was on Parental Leave
We moved to this building while I was on Parental Leave

I was reading carefully through each page. These are demanded of me at the work place:

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I personally never believed that I have met all these qualifications as I am still a work in progress everyday. I have to thank my Manager though for putting his trust in me and for believing in my potentials.

One of the co-worker’s daughter gave me this as a welcome present:

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Sweet!

I was only mostly getting my head around on my first day back to work. No stress.

As a matter of fact, I was still able to play with my son as soon as I arrived home, helped my Mum prepare dinner, fed my son, changed his nappy, took a shower, prepared our lunches for the next day, prepared my work clothes, and drafted this blogpost. It would be an entirely different story though when my Mum goes back to the Philippines but by then, we would have slowly adjusted to our daily new routines.

This transition to be a working mother is all about organization and creating a balance in our daily routines.

I shall update you with more of my progress later.

Thank you for sticking!

Requirements for the Registration of Birth of a Filipino Born Overseas

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Being a Filipino parent, I deemed it important for my child to be registered as a Filipino. I am aware that some other parents do not see it as a necessity. They may have valid reasons for NOT doing so and I can not judge them for it nor speak on their behalf.

I was told some of their reasons and one that stood out was that they do not particularly like the hassle that goes along with it. Paperwork is indeed a hassle not to mention that it also requires long travel to get to where the Philippine Consulate is in Sydney. It also requires a fee- AU$45 is not cheap!

My husband and I are on the same page. He strongly supported me when I told him I want our child to be registered as a Filipino. My son is Australian citizen by birth. I have to applaud my husband for painstakingly preparing all the requirements that I need prior to lodgement of documents.

This post will present the requirements that parents need to prepare for the child’s registration to the Philippine Consulate.

These are the following:

  • Two (2) original duly accomplished Report of Birth forms (available at the Consulate or online HERE)
  • Original and four photocopies of the following:
    a. The child’s Birth Certificate issued by the NSW Registry of Births Deaths and Marriages;
    b. Philippine passport/s of Filipino parent/s
    c. Parents’ NSO-issued Marriage Certificate or Report of Marriage of the parents (if married abroad)
    d. A non-refundable AU$45 fee to be paid either in cash or postal money order payable to the “Philippine Consulate General”.

The process flow is further shown below:

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Be warned that the Philippine Consulate in Sydney strictly implements the last requirement: they only accept CASH or postal money order. I noticed that most of the people who had transactions at the Philippine Consulate never had cash with them; they had to withdraw money from a convenient store nearby. It’s better to keep your cash handy to save time.

It must also be noted that lodgement of documents is only done from 9am till 1pm, Mondays to Fridays, except Philippine public holidays.

Source:
Philippine Consulate in Sydney

Drawing Blood Gone Wrong

align boxBlog Owner and Post Author: Lainy

Apart from the feeding-nappy change-settling-bathing kind of day, I have been quite busy keeping up with Medical Doctors’ appointments for my little babe and I.

One of the important appointments I’ve had was the renal angiogram. I recalled going through this process while I was still in the Philippines so many years back. It is a very crucial test; I had to sign a waiver of consent to the procedure. This test was requested by my cardiologist. He wanted to make sure that my hypertension is primarily genetics and is not caused by a kidney malfunction. It made sense.

One of the initial procedures is to draw blood from my veins. This is a no-brainer for people in the medical field who has mastered the art of extracting blood with very tiny veins. That is the case for me. Most of them finds it too hard to do so. There were instances when I had to be poked twice- the worse was five times after I gave birth (Read: I was traumatised!), others opted to extract from my hand where the veins are more prominent (Read: double the pain for this), and worst of all was when I was referred to another pathology clinic because the lady was unsuccessful to extract the blood out of me.

It sucks, right?

It’s aplenty of unpleasant experiences but I had no other recourse but to submit to yet another one to have my kidneys checked.

It was painful! I lost count on how many times the lady stuck the needle straight on both my forearms! She ended up using the ultrasound to locate my veins. I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.

I was aware something was wrong as soon as I walked out of the imaging centre. I felt the excruciating pain on my right arm. When I checked, I had never seen hematoma so bad from a blood draw!

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It’s horrible! It looked as though I was violently manhandled! The swelling was mostly gone after two weeks but it was still sore to the touch. It took more than a month for the bruises to completely heal. I had trouble carrying my son on my right arm the whole time! And I am right-handed!

I wish to never go through the same ordeal in the future.