For about 3 days in a month, PLDT blocks access to this bloggeth. I initially thought that it was a problem with WordPress, but after their very efficient customer service and they did all the troubleshooting necessary and stuff, it turned out that PLDT was just blocking nationwide access to it. Not that there are millions of readers pointing it out. Geordie said he could access it from Australia. Anthro from New York. My sister from two blocks away, using a different internet server. It initially got me calling PLDT, enduring the long hours of wait, then eventually I just gave up and allowed it to resolve on its own, like a self-limiting viral infection. So now I can apparently access it again. Great. I thought I had accidentally posted golden shower porn, or written something totally offensive, or something that imperils national security.

Sixteen of my patients had already cancelled chemotherapy since January, because of cough and colds. Seems everybody has gotten Omicron. My sister’s entire household now has upper respiratory tract infection symptoms as well. They at least had an excuse to stop attending their online classes. My nephew’s latest assignment was enumerating the proper steps on doing proper almirol. I thought they had it all covered a few months ago, but it was apparently a long-standing task. “You know what will starch punda? Semen.” was what I wanted to say in exasperation, but the nuns would probably get all apoplectic.

Been enjoying a few tiny things the past few weeks. A few minutes of coffee breaks between clinics. My one month old iPad Pro with white keyboard that is still, surprisingly, pristine and recognizably white (with invisible pseudomonas aerugonisa on its surface, of course!). Roald Dahl’s adult-oriented books. The occasional COVID-risky dinners with Volthoom. Songs on repeat, like The Dixie Chicks’ Landslide and Not Ready To Make Nice (trivia: The Dixie Chicks are apparently “The Chicks” now, due to some unintentional racial implications of the original name that I should research. Like Lady Antebellum which is now Lady A). Stand-up comedies. And I’ve finally submitted my manuscript to a publisher. Prof Marj said it was okay for submission, and that was all that I needed.

Now I wait. I won’t look at the manuscript again, otherwise I would find endless errors that I should’ve corrected before submitting.

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