And it goes on..

One of the most bizarre thing about he guy is his swollen salivary duct every time he eats food that is mouth watering. Mouth watering in a way that makes you produce more saliva, like the smell of calamansi. A Nilaga or Tinolang Manok would always means a swollen salivary duct after eating. His jaw would swell from the time he smells a mouth watering food, it continue to swell while eating and subsides after 30 minutes. It has been swelling on and off for about 8 years (or more) before he decided it’s time a professional look into it. It’s not a spur of the moment decision. It was more like a last resort, I can’t take the pain any more decision. His jaw has been swelling for days and he can’t eat. He finally gave in when his hunger acted out against him. Just like a child on his first dental visit, I have to walk him in to the hospital and leave Chico behind (who just turned a month old that time).

It turns out that he has stones on his salivary duct. The doctor prescribed a medicine (I forgot the name but it was expensive), and has to be taken twice a day for ten days. According to the Doctor, after some days, he should return tot he hospital so that the stone could be extracted. Intolerable pain prompted him to take the meds religiously. One morning, after a few days of taking the meds, I saw him, so amazed and holding a diamond on his hand. OK not a real diamond, but to him it was more priceless than than. It was the stone from his salivary duct. And to him, up until no, that the most amazing thing that ever happened to him (marrying me not included).

The saga continues…

I always tell my kids that they should not take me for granted, specially the things that I want or things I can’t bear to look at. For example, leaving the bathroom door open. I don’t like it, I disgust it. But as you know, I have here with me, my really first born child who needs a lot more reprimanding that any child in the world (lol). And so whenever I tell my kids or reprimand them about the bathroom doors etc, they would say it was their daddy’s fault why they can’t keep up with their promises (to me). My very bright son would tell him that it was his fault, since daddy always leave the bathroom door open, their tendency is to follow daddy’s doing (toinks!)

Talk about the tag line: kung ano ang ginagawa ng matanda, tama sa mata ng bata.. or so and so (a wrong doings of an adult, in the eye of a child is good or so and so)

Actually, my son is aware that his daddy’s doing are wrong, he just want to blame his dad.. it’s a great excuse for him.. lol

I forgot to mention on my last post about the hubby, about him and and his last Module.

That one time, after a trip down GH for a KK treat, he forgot we were still inside the car, we waited for about 5 minutes and nothing happened… the door at the back (where we normally sit) was child locked..so the only way we can get out is for him to open the door.. which he did not.. (I think he was figuring out a bug or so that time..waah)

That was a bit techie huh? As promised, here is my Monday post about the guy.

You will know when the guy is busy, he dreams of his code.. Yup. Just like the other night, he suddenly screamed while Mico kicks him, “the logic! the logic!”. Sometime he would utter words beyond my understanding, words that only programmers knew..

And so busy that you would often hear him say, “this is my last module” or ” there’s a bug I need to fix”.

While Chico would love to play with him, er, tinker his laptop, he would say the magic phrase:

Last Module na to Mommy..

and yes, our sex life is suffering too.lol
don’t tell him I wrote about him (so busy, no time to lurk here and click on my ads hehe)