FRIDAY TRINITY: VACCINATION, A BOILING POINT, AND MCDONALD'S

Before joining Hive, I often overlooked my daily life and considered it just a simple and unimportant story that no one would want to listen to. I go to school, eat in different restaurants, visit different cafés, and sometimes drink myself to death.  After doing those things, they just stay in my memory, and I don’t share them often. It was not as important before as it is now, for it felt, to be honest, boring—I thought—but since I joined this platform, everything that happens to me feels relevant and worthy to share with readers. It brought life to my silent narratives, and now I feel more confident in my daily experiences because I believe I can turn them into something beautifully crafted and perhaps an inspiration to those who read.  I am still in the process of being confident in my writing when it comes to sharing about my daily life. Hence, the community "Daily Blog" is not always my first choice because I don’t feel there is something worth sharing about my day-to-day events. But gradually, I am learning to narrate confidently, and now, I am back again in this community to share with you my little life yesterday as a growing adult. Welcome, dearest reader, this is **Friday Trinity**. I was trying to identify earlier the reasons why I have the urge to share this day with you, and I found out it was so gracefully hectic and productive that I would want to paste it in my blog here.  Yesterday morning, I found myself sitting on a chair in a public rural health center in my town, uneasy and scared of the nurse’s call of my last name as it pertained to my turn to get my last vaccination. And yes, vaccination.  If you recall, I once wrote here about my dog, and if you did read it, you would clearly understand who my dog is and how cute he must be in the eyes of strangers. It is no doubt he is a good dog—comfortable to be with and protective of us when he senses danger. But that’s not always the case, because sometimes, he protects himself over others.  On a short morning of July’s last day, I was holding a cup of juice while heading to my room. I suddenly slipped my finger and lost grip of the glass, and it shattered on the floor before I realized it. Unfortunately, my dog was just in the nearby corner, and it startled him. Confused, he thought I was trying to harm him, and he accidentally bit me. It happened so fast, and I still can’t think well as to why he reacted that way, but I remind myself it must be nature working.   So that’s what led me to the very door of the Rabies Vaccination Room in our rural health center. I started my vaccination the day after I was bitten, and since this is a public health center, the vaccine is cheaper and I only paid approximately $17.00 for the four sessions..  Yesterday was my fourth and final session, and I am happy to be vaccinated even if I know rabies doesn’t work against my dog’s good hygiene and his monitored dog rabies vaccination. But to be safe, I still had my anti-rabies shot. My dog is as healthy as he has ever been and still silly as he should be.        These photos are a compilation of my visits to the clinic from July 31 to August 7. They might look the same, but they were taken on entirely different dates. Patients just flock to the clinic during the schedule, and every session feels the same because of the many people gathered inside. My last shot was yesterday, and the last shot is normally given to the patient 22 days after the third shot. It was quite a long wait, but I had to be patient to follow the right monitoring. I don’t know if that’s how the vaccination usually operates, but I believe that clinic has its own rules. With long needles and painful vaccines, I finally graduated from my anti-rabies shots, and I hope I won’t find myself in that same room again. I am just very lucky I am not afraid of injections nor of nurses. LOL. I was in a rush yesterday because I still had my class in the morning. Fortunately, I was attended to earlier than those outside the clinic, so I left as soon as I got my last shot. I rode a tricycle and was tense since I didn’t want to be late for class. I asked the tricycle driver to go faster, and he was my guardian angel that day—I arrived at school exactly at the time my class should have started. But when I entered the room, I received a message that my instructor couldn’t attend the discussion, so the morning class was not, in fact, a fact. After battling with time in transport, I was early for nothing. So I stayed in our office for four hours and had some random conversation with my publication adviser.  In the afternoon, my class was for inorganic chemistry, and from the word itself, we do a lot of experiments and always befriend all the elements in the periodic table to pass the quizzes. It is science, and with all honesty, that subject is the most boring unit among the others since I am not into science.   We had been told to bring our lab gown and safety PPE for protection from the chemicals we would use. As for my unsure understanding, the experiment had no name or even indication that it should be part of our class. But what we did was for the purpose of learning how to measure solids and liquids since they are in different states and what instruments should be used. I also believe it had to do with ways to transfer liquid using the apparatus and describing evaporation through the lab experience. We also covered the concept of heating by using test tubes, even if it didn’t make sense to me, and made sure we understood evaporation by the end of the experiment—which we successfully did.          I could see my classmates were having fun with the experiment, but I saw no fun in it. They were all laughing at the changes of the chemicals we used as we heated them and were amazed once they reached the boiling point—as if it was their first time witnessing something boil. I really didn’t understand the experiment since I was only focused on getting out of the classroom. LOL. But I still did my part in the experiment, especially when we needed to weigh the block of wood and the stone using the traditional balance, which I am familiar with.       These are the laboratory apparatus we used, which are all fragile, and gracefulness means advantage when handling them. One of the groups broke a test tube, and it cracked loudly around the corners of the laboratory, startling us. They would be paying for it since the rule in the laboratory is to compensate when you break an apparatus.  We washed our used lab apparatus and prepared our things since the class was about to end. And when the professor said “class dismissed,” everyone was fast and furious, and I realized it was not only me who wanted to go home earlier.   As we were about to say our goodbyes, one of my classmates asked us if we wouldn’t celebrate our successful experiment in a fast-food restaurant. We all wanted to go home, but then everyone thought of McDonald’s, and we decided to eat there before parting ways.   I didn’t order my favorite chicken since I wanted to try something different this time. I had their pepper steak and, of course, their Grand McFloat. I paired it with medium fries and an Oreo sundae, which left my tummy bloated after eating. It was plenty of food, but I deserved it because my day was very productive.   The same people I was with during the experiment were with me there. They are all ridiculous and silly as children, and being with them breaks my serious personality as they throw funny jokes—I couldn’t help but laugh.  We had some conversation while eating, and one of the topics was all about Hive. I spoke about it in front of my classmates, but only two of them were interested after long hours of convincing. But at least I had two who wanted to know more about Hive. I shared my experience here, especially how it helped me find my identity in different communities, the rules of the platform, and how it is connected to the votes you could acquire. During those hours of staying, the two of them started writing their introduction drafts, and I also messaged an onboarder. I asked him to onboard these two together with my other invited friends, and in total, I now have six interested individuals for the onboarding. I am just waiting for the last two to finish their introduction, and the orientation could start anytime this week. Another set of passionate individuals will join this platform with us.  When the sky gradually turned dark, we decided to leave McDonald’s, and in front of the building, we all parted ways. It was a busy, long day for me, unlike my regular routine of going to class and office and repeating. Yesterday, I had different errands, different places, and different people—and the fact that I had two people who wanted to join Hive made it more relevant and meaningful. I am happy to think that it only takes accepting the busyness of my day to find something meaningful in the middle of it. That is all about my Daily Blog, dearest Hivers, and I fully hope that you enjoyed reading it. It may not be as reasonable to read as my other blogs, but for some, sharing it might also validate those who had their days busy and productive. Thank you, dearest, and with pens and hope, see you in my next blog!