I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
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| Thursday, 21 August 2008 | |
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The preparation for my medical exams was filled with tension and excitement. No. More of tension I would say. I had a combo of bad coughs and colds and my rashes became more visible on Thursday. It was really weird as I never had any allergies before. Never in my entire life that I had rashes. Well, it was taken cared of by the not-so-simple ointment that came from the dermatologist of BS-- so I conclude, it is just stress-related. Uhhh... I don't think this is the worst stress I have ever gone through but anyway, I began feeling better on Monday and much better on Tuesday. One of the reasons that I decided to take my visit to the clinic earlier than my scheduled date (Aug 22) was that I cannot prolong the suspense of getting my medical certificate. Another reason of the earlier schedule was that I was worried I'd have the red flag up any time soon and that would delay some tests. I can no longer bear the tension neither the delay of seeing my certificate with the checked box "fit to work". So on Tuesday night, I started sending my prayer warriors a message asking them for prayer support. I know... I am so dependent on prayers lately. But it is good. Every little thing gets magnified. Every small blessing becomes big. Every drop of joy caused by each answered prayer would overflow. People rejoices. Word of praises and thanksgiving to God are being uttered. I am humbled. For someone who has never experienced undergoing any medical exams, the first time is a big deal. I know this is just mababaw for some, but it is a big deal for me. "Hello [prayer warriors], please pray for a good result on my medical exam which I might take tomorrow. I am healthy and fit pero pero... TAKOT PO AKO SA INJECTION!" Here's a little trivia: When I was in grade five, I had to undergo some test. A nurse, a doctor, and my mom were holding me tight as I was crying, anticipating for that one needle that would suck out (my) blood. I can't remember how strong I was, I was able to push away everybody as the syringe was drawing close. From the town's clinic I ran home crying. I knew everyone ran after me, everyone was shouting at me to come back but I never turned my head. I just ran as fast as I could until I reached home. And instead of getting inside my room, I hid myself under a tree in our backyard, never seen until the evening came. I could take the syringes from my dentists but never on any part of my body. But hey! I know one friend would react on this, I almost broke her hand while my dentist was trying to inject me with anaestesia when we were in high school and my mom couldn't accompany me to my dentist. Anyway, the next time that a syringe drew blood out of me was 14 years from that scene (Told yah! I am healthy and fit!). And I think I was tough going through that alone. And after 6 years, here I go again...
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