Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Dental Clinics


By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

I have an obsession about going to dental clinics. I do not know where it came from but I just felt it. 

Yesterday, I was there again, I had an appointment for a tooth extraction. My scheduled time was 1pm, but of course, we always waited for the doctor to arrive. So, while waiting I indulged in reading a book which I always have every time I travelled. Engrossed in the story I had been reading, that when he was around I was taken aback. It was already 3pm. It made me think, I should be a doctor too, hmmm fat chance and I’d rather encourage my son to be one someday. Doctors can be very late with their appointments but could get away with it, clean slate. Their arrival means a salvation to your agonies and sleepless nights. They have the skills that will make your life more bearable, or rather to make the painful stimuli go away.

There was a young woman ahead of me, so patiently waited again for my turn. I had been there for hours; a few minutes were a chicken thing. Then, another woman arrived, we chatted of course, out of boredom. The usual, hi’s and hello’s was exchanged. Then she shared, she will be for root canal procedures, and that cost her three thousand pesos (P3, 000), well, just to let you know, how an RC cost. She asked about my purposed, the usual exchanged of information. Because, looking at her, she too was very nosy; I had to give her something too. Told her my purposed; tooth extraction, which will surely satisfy her. Then she ranted about how painful it was to have that procedure, the injection, and so on. She was indeed unstoppable in rambling. I had to really vocally tell her to stop talking about it. I said to her, you know what; you are not helping in any way what-so-ever. I am here, because I know it is the dentist that could make me feel better. There will always be a pain, but I am sure I could take it. Thank you very much for your input, which I am not really ignoramus about. Then, I smiled at her; she understood that I may be scared a bit, but I could suck it in. And could overcome what lies ahead, thank you very much.

The dentist called me in, I said hi nervously. He recognized of course, the trembling voice; he asked if I am alright. I answered honestly, not quite really, but I will be able to handle it. He said, well, please have a seat then. It means, on the dental chair with lots of gadgets attached to it. Some may find it weird, but that chair was the most comfortable chair ever. When I lie, it follows every contour of my back part; starting from my cervical, thoracic, lumbar, sacral and to my lower extremities and upper appendages too. It did relieve me of my stresses I was going through at that time. When I am lying down and the good dentist was preparing for the dental tools to be used. This was also the moment, that I do mental visualization, to relax me more, I let my mind travel to a specific place, where pain could be blocked. Before, I think of being on a beach wearing my colorful bikini, frolicking, and licking my three favorite flavored ice cream; mango, ube and macapuno. Then, while the procedure was going on, I played my mind, making it busy, at that time, trying to figure out if I was licking the mango, the ube or the macapuno. Therefore, I was so concentrated on what taste my tongue was into, instead of the pain I will be experiencing. It always does the trick really. The doctor had to call my attention twice after he was finished, because all thru out the procedure, I was having a grand party, hehehe.

But yesterday's visualization was a different one. My mind never travelled this time, it stayed where I am, but someone it seemed to travel towards me, holding my hand all throughout the procedure. It calmed me down, knowing the presence of the one who cares so much. It was the best mind travelled of all time. The sensation seemed so surreal, and it did, have greater effect that my ice cream fantasy. Then the dentist announced that we were done. Well, I just hope my imaginary friend did not feel the pain, when I squeezed the left hand. I had all the support and care that I needed, I am truly blessed.
Said my gratitude to my dentist, who is by the way Doctor Lindley Dela Torre. I could have embraced him, but of course, that is a no-no between patients and doctors. A simple declaration of thanks will suffice. He had given me a prescription for pain and for blood clotting purposes. After which, I went to the secretary and paid my dues. Smiled to the woman, I had chatted before, tempted to scare her too... but I resisted the wickedness of my intentions. Instead, blurted out the thankfulness of it all, and all done and finished, before she could open her mouth, and said something inappropriate again, because I could see it coming forming in her eyes, and I'd be damned to give her an opportunity to ruin my day.

There was a pharmacy nearby, immediately purchased the medicines. I could feel the anesthesia ebbing away. It was making me nervous and uneasy. The insides of me were shaking, in fact I think, I was literally shaking thru my bones. I am close to panic, summoned my will power to keep my composure, to wait, for my number to be called, it felt like eternity. When I got hold of the medicines, I had to take it the soonest. Oblivious of the people around me, my sole mission at that time was to make the pain under control. Rushed out of the pharmacy, and then hailed a taxi to take me home. Address to the driver to change the radio station into soft music, because at the time, hearing problems from other people was not my concerned, it only added to my pain. The soothing music was a relieved, then I closed my eyes, and visualized again.


Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Saddened


The feelings that I have now is confusing. I tried to control it, but it's bugging me so much. The sadness I felt is beyond what I expected. This is the times, I know I will run and be gone from the world. To hide, and to be with myself. A need to be seen as a special person by someone, but I am just wishing for things that will never be.
By: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

My soul will only cry in solitude, waiting for the one who is still not aware that I am the one that will complete him. Our souls always meet, but along the way, it refuses to acknowledged fully that we belong to each other. I am tired of waiting, of being patient, to see me as the one that it needs for the nourishment of each other.

In this life, I had given up, that we will consume our perfect connection. I am ready, to give it up. Maybe in the next life, we will be able to meet again, and maybe it will be a perfect time and place.

The pain, the disappointments, the angst...are just too much to bare. I have to let it go. You are free, I am setting you go. It's a miracle and full of mystery, we were able to meet; but we are not destined to do it for real. Everything we stand for are on opposites to one another.

My love, I am setting you free. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Is Santa Claus Real?

by: Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

The question propped up yesterday, it was asked by my 8-year old son. I have to admit, it took me awhile to answer the simple inquisition. A very innocent, yet, it needs some decisions on my part as his mother. Should I tell him the truth, or make him believed of the magical and wonder in the persona of Santa Claus?

For a split second, a thought dawned to me. 'My son has a lifetime in the near future to know the truth about Santa Claus, but he will only be a child for a short while'. So, I answered him. "Yes, Santa Claus is real. He will ride on a sleigh, with all his magical reindeers, flying thru the sky with tons of toys for good kids just like you...especially YOU because you are a good boy". His eyes twinkled with joy and wonder, and a smile on his lips. I could see from his expressions on his face, that there were many thoughts in his mind too. This was the part, I braced myself, I know what will happened next. Oh yeah, the list of toys just tumbled down, ranging from Iphone, tablet, laptop, helicopter, a room with coded gadgets, a car that resembles batman mobile, and doors that will open only for body scanning of the authorized family only. 'Holy shit!'- that's right, imagine my shocked hearing those things from my 8-year old son. How am I supposed to respond to that?

I had to clear my throat first before I explained. I told him, "Santa is a very busy man, he will be granting wishes to many kids too. Whatever he will give you be happy with it. It is the thought that counts". I added, with regards to his other wishes, it will be a reality but maybe not that soon, let us not burden Santa so much. Might as well, we all make those for real, by & by, with our own ways. "Okay", he said, he was still so full of ideas. 

I indulged to his creative mind, and we ended in the discussion what kind of commands to use with the coded doors. He pointed out that, encoding thru the use of the fingers were common already. I suggested, maybe the 'breathing' could be it. Or as he added, a scanner to scan the authorized persons only, or maybe using the eyes in the encoding of numbers thru looking at it. Then I go wild, by suggesting, how about a code that will encode just by thinking the number. And with that, he said, "Cool". Then we proceeded designing the helipad. 

So, if your kids will ask you this question, "Is Santa Claus real?". Please answer YES, because to them Santa means magic, wonder, adventure and the act of being good to others, to give happiness to everybody especially the children. Talking about Santa Claus with my son, makes me a believer too. He already believed that Santa is real. I think, that question he uttered was the thing that is in my subconscious, buried with cynicism of adulthood. My son unwittingly, had given me a precious gift indeed, the gift of wonder and to reminisce my childhood happiness.