Caroleen’s Treasures

So I had some bonding moment with my paper bag from Julie’s bakeshop last night. I blame my attack on the sudden changes of the weather. It started to worsen in the evening and Donald was watching me blow on that paper bag with the thought of going to Davao in that instant. We had no hospital in town, only useless clinics that if you wanted to spare your life, then forget about going there. But I assure him I’d be alright in a matter of hours if he could give me a massage. It was a soothing massage but still I feel like running out of air. Glad that we have Vicks vaporub in the house, at least it helped too plus some self-massage that I did after searching the net the pressure points in reflexology for asthma and tender loving care from our family doctor.

She’s been checking on me every few minutes.

Telling me that my blood pressure is so high that I need ice cream for it.

Can’t help but just laugh. I think she could loose her license soon because she’s using a piece of her Pick up Sticks as a thermometer. But when I told her that, she just giggled.

And insists that I don’t know how to read when I complained that I couldn’t understand the prescription she had written for me.

But she made me another one anyway. Just the way she doddles the first one.

Here’s hoping I would suffer no more tonight since I really wanted to watch President Barack Obama’s inauguration.