OK there we go. Some time to blog.

As I began with my previous post, I am a trained caregiver. I am NOT licensed, far from it. However, I was fortunate enough to have worked with Asia-Pacific Caregivers training center. I was there as a clerk, I think, initially. But finished most of my work in 2 days. So I ended up studying with them, correcting their teaching material, etc. Needless to say, I learned a lot.

Anyway, yesterday, at around 7am, my aunt texted us to pray for my cousin. Appendicitis.

The operation was set for 1pm, so I could still finish my class, drop by my friend's seminar, and make it to her room before she left for the OR.

I didn't think it would take so long. It was a Laparascopic Procdure and I thought it's take 2hrs max. She got back to her room around 6pm.

Before then, I was anxiously waiting for her to return to her room, and so I set her bed. Hahaha. I smoothed and tucked in her sheets and pillows and all.

A few hours later, I walk to the or just to find her being wheeled into the recovery room.
She went through the usual shivering after her procedure. She's a small girl, but the bed was shaking from her tremors. She was talking and joking, but kept on drifting in and out of sleep. Around an hour later, she was cleared to go back to her room.

It was kind of exciting for me. I got to witness and participate in lifting her from the gurney to her bed using a blanket. I got to practice the techniques in lifting her body to position it comfortably on her pillow. But then, as another side effect of the anesthesia and perhaps also from moving her, she threw up.

It was dramatic, actually. She looked straight at me like she was gonna say something, rolled over and then spewed. I barely had time to jump out of the way. The spot where my feet were were now barf puddles. But I noticed that her vomit was going to flow back to her, so I caught the rest of her vomit in my hand, while my other hand was wiping off the trail that was going back to her. The nurse aids who were on the other side of the bed caught the vomit from my hand with a plastic bag-- just in time for her to vomit again into the same hand. The aids took over and I cleaned up. When I got back, we changed the sheets while she was on the bed. It was awesome for me because I was getting to practice techniques I'd really only read about.

Afterwards, she asked me to lift her higher onto her pillow, and it filled me with a great sense of pride. The nurses and the doctors and of course my family later on praised me, but it was nothing compared to the bond it fostered between us cousins.