Pain Killer

I went to the pharmacy to get some meds for the disgusting boil on my left arm. I ask the pharmacist about the prescriptions given to me by Dr Accountant and Dr Engineer, according to him I should take Cloxacillin. The entire day I felt cold and sluggish and I can't wait to get home.

On my way home, inside the cab I felt feverish. My left arm was swollen and was so painful, it felt like my tissues were being torn apart. It was raining, I felt cold and the pain was simply killing me. Then I missed my Nanay. I wept like a little girl looking for her mom, like a kid needing her mom's tender loving care. I cried, as if I'm a kid waiting for her mom to come back. I remember my Nanay giving me a Biogesic and how it quickly cured my fever as if she added some magic spell into it. I remember how her healing touch made me felt better in an instant. I remember how she cared for me and how her motherly love made the worst things seem OK. I remember my Nanay and I missed her today. 

When I got home I went straight to my room and curled up under my comforter, until my brother finished cooking dinner. His Sinigang sa Miso was delish and it eased off my fever a bit. After my meal I took an antibiotic and a pain killer, and now I feel much better.

How I wish life's many pains can be healed by a simple mefenamic acid and our difficulties and uncertainties in life by those powerful antibiotics. Unfortunately there is no pain killer huge enough to ease the pain of losing the people you love, especially your Mother.

Ang Pancit ni Nanay... bow!

We are on a business trip since Monday, and here in the Azucarera snacks are usually served during meetings, maybe to draw people to attend the discussions or to keep us energized. Last Tuesday, they served us different types of Pancit - canton, bihon and sotanghon. I got Pancit canton. When I opened the styro, there is no fork... how am I suppose to eat this? My colleague offered the plastic spoon that he used to stir his 3-in-1 coffee. Since I'm kinda hungry and there's something about that Pancit canton that made me want to eat it... I grabbed the spoon and started eating. I was savoring every spoonful, when another colleague interrupted me saying "... magla-lunch pa tayo ha." What he didn't know, inside that lowly styro of pancit canton was a time machine.

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When I opened the styro, that pancit canton looks and smells like the pancit my Nanay used to cook and serve in our store back in Pagsanjan. The pancit served in our meeting has a few pieces of meat and veggies not really the usual Pancit that we serve on special occasions. But this pancit reminds me of my Nanay, our simple happy life in the province and how hardworking she was. Every spoonful brought me back to my younger years, when I used to enjoy the humble pancit canton back home, when lucky me is not even heard of. For a moment I felt like Nanay was watching me eat and it was a such a happy feeling. So when my colleague interrupted me it's like waking up in the middle of a dream, I suddenly zap back to my world, back in the middle of a presentation where a Finance person lament over how standard cost will be generated and the consultant trying to convince him that the ERP can calculate it for him.

Back to the meeting, I looked into the pancit canton that I'm eating, it's almost finished. I smiled and uttered "I miss you Nay."

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