Brother, Shots and Oldness

May 26th: The last day for Brother Otter before he leaves to go back to Canada with our grandma. I know that he's been missing his girlfriend and his son. I was a little worried for her because she was taking care of hyper Zach all by herself but she's such a good mom and was able to do it herself. Next time he comes back, he'll take her and Zach like the original plan so hopefully, the next time they do come, it'll be better and a longer vacation. I ate everything I usually don't eat all because of Brother Otter. Do I eat Jollibee? No, but I did it for Brother Otter. Do I eat rice, eggs, hotdogs, fried salted fish and corn beef for breakfast? No, but I did it so I can have breakfast with Brother Otter. There were so many things that I usually don't eat but I did it so I can spend every second with him. He hasn't been to the Philippines in twelve years and hasn't seen me for almost three years so we had to make these 15 days worth it... Aunts and uncles were asking me what I wanted and I told them that I didn't want anything and in the whole box of things that they brought home, there were only things for Ethan. Almost EVERYTHING was for Ethan. None for mother, nothing for me... And we are the ones taking care of Ethan. Like, what the hell is that? They apologized that they didn't get anything for us but we all know... They aren't. I didn't want anything, I just wanted Brother Otter to come home. Now that he left, I feel bored. There's no one extra in the car, in the house or anywhere. There's no one throwing pillows and folded blankets at me when I'm waking up, there's no one who's going to eat lunch with me, there's no one next to me who'll translate something on tv for me, there's no one who's going to download movies and watch it with me, and there's no one who's going to hog the shower for 15 minutes... And there's no one who's going to tell me weird stories. Sigh. He needs to come back now. Sad face.

May 27th: HURRAY! IT'S MY 21ST BIRTHDAY! AND... I did nothing. I just brought Charlie and Bruno to the groomers to get shaved and bathed all the puppies. I fought with mother the morning I woke up before doing all of those and I ate at Malcom's. Some weird sandwich place. I wanted to get the roast beef sandwich at Hard Rock but no one wanted to take me. I wanted to eat Japanese food but no one had the money or the willingness to go through traffic. And of course, father wasn't home. He was on a three-night retreat with his friends. I only got one text the whole day and it was from Haffhy. Haha. Yup, that's how I spend my 21st birthday. Most kids go to Vegas or Mexico. Whatevs.

May 28th: A week ago, I found my very first white hair! I saw it at the tips of my hair and I thought maybe it was a dog hair or something and then I realize that it was attached to me. I looked at the whole thing and realize that I'm getting older and this dumb white hair is a welcoming gift as I enter the ages of 21. That stressed me out even more that I might even have another one... Sigh. ALSO, this morning at 10AM... Charlie bit my lip and it bled hardcore. So this is how it happened: I wake up because Charlie threw up on the bed, so I cleaned it and I helped her go to sleep on the bed, I turned around to pet Bruno and then I hear Charlie growl and she's making this sound that sounds like smacking mouth filled with peanut butter or like she's eating something and I see that her eyes are twitching, that means she's dreaming... Usually, when my dogs are dreaming, I pet them so that they don't get a heart attach or something. So I stroke her face once and then... BAM! SHE GROWLS AND BITES MY LIP! She woke up like, "What just happened?" and I go to the bathroom and I'm bleeding. A LOT. And Charlie hasn't gotten her annual rabis shot so I'm worried I'll have a lock-jaw and die. My lip was bleeding, it swelled up three times bigger than what it should be and it was feeling really hot... The last thing I was waiting for was puss. Uhg. You know that feeling when you go to the dentist and they numb your lip and you feel like it's one hundred times bigger and you can't feel anything? Yeah, that's how it felt like but the difference was... It LOOKED one hundred times bigger than my actual lip. I felt like Angelina Jolie...

Mother wakes up and thinks I did something to Charlie because she doesn't believe me (she believes the dog more than me) and then, 30 minutes later after walking Bruno and Charlie, we go to a Medical City branch in SM Marikina and fall in line... I consulted a doctor and needed two shots; tetanus and anti-rabis. The doctor calls in one of her nurses and she pops through the door and they talk, then they say a series of numbers. The nurse repeats it; "0, 3, 7, 14, 27"... I looked at her and I was stunned. Why? Because a week before, I had a dream that a woman in scrubs was counting at the door. I didn't know who she was and then I'm at a doctors office for my wounded lip and she's there. It was freaky... I get this often but it still boggles me. OHMYGOD, BOGGLE. BROTHER OTTER!!!!!!!! Sad face. Anyways. Yeah. Five minutes later, I'm at the laboratory, sitting in the chair getting my shots... I don't mind shots. But the anti-rabis shot hurt... The solution wasn't watery. It was more of a jelly so it hurt a bit more but the tetanus shot was no biggie. The doctor told me that I have to go back six more times for more shots hence the reason for "0, 3, 7, 14, 27" I got shots on zero-day. Tuesday (three days after) is my next appointment. My lip deflated before I got to Medical City and I put ice to calm down the swelling and applied antiseptic on my lip so I don't get infections... Sigh. That was the highlight of the after-party. Woohoo~

OH and you know what the doctor said? She said that I should observe Charlie and suggested that if she tries it again, I should bring her to a vet clinic to get her euthanized. Uhm. NO! I rather have Charlie die from a heart attach or eaten by a wolf than have her euthanized.

Went to the house of the puppies and was greeted happily like always. I told them that their mother injured me and that I had to get shots just so I don't die... Chance and Sage didn't give a rats booty about it. Cornelius and Sheldon were concerned; Sheldon saw it, licked my lip and put his head on my shoulder. (AWWWWWWWWWW!) Cornelius, well, he was the most concerned one. He was smelling my wound, licked my lip and nose and was checking out my eye and flipped his body around, laying on me so that he can get a belly rub. (laughs) Good thing I brought milk for them. I bet they missed that. Haha.

SOOOOOOO, that's it. (smells the air) I think... Food is being prepared. (flies to the scent of food)

Sadly Injured,
Otter