My mom has been nagging me about substituting white rice with brown rice. But that thing tastes like darak, which makes the eating experience sad. Whenever she sees me, she keeps on harping about brown rice.

I’m the only sibling left who is not taking metformin or some other medication related to blood sugar. Genetics sucks. My PCOS is making it worse or it’s the cause of insulin resistance aside from my genetic predisposition.

But what the heck, I should divorce rice. *sigh* I have rice in my fridge right now to bring down the glycemic index. I will just reheat that later for the kids. I guess whole wheat bread for me today.

I just had been endorsed by my gynecologist to an endocrinologist, who happens to be a high schoolmate of mine, just two years ahead of me. This should be interesting.

Not yet done with mammogram, breast ultrasound and pelvic ultrasound.

One of my errands today brought me to the main university library, which I haven’t visited in 25 years.

It’s just how I remembered it; the musty smell of old books and narra tables.

I don’t remember being able to study here but I do remember falling asleep at one of the desks at the third floor when I was researching stuff for my thesis. 

Ooh boy, I took a nap and it turns out it’s not a nap. I woke up it’s already dark and I have a nasty headache.

I just had my flu shot, so now I feel sick.