As mentioned a few blog posts back, my 1TB external HD is in somewhat of a stasis. Now recently, my camera's shutter button was failing. I managed to get in one more shoot before it almost failed to to "click" every time. I went to the service center a few days back and while inspecting my gear they noticed my kit lens was having problems as well. It was going to take a few weeks [since it was the holidays] and money I didn't have at the moment to get it fixed. I just told them i'd be back in January.
On the way home, I was contemplating to ask my sister for funds just incase she had extra cash. My younger sister came home from Singapore to celebrate the Holidays with us. Lucky for me, she knows how to save her money. Even luckier, she agreed to lend me the funds I needed and I could still use the camera [but only in Manual settings] during the New Year celebration.
Moving on...
I woke up early this morning and everything felt normal.
We had prior plans to go to Manila and spend the day with Granma and our sister and then go back home along with them but the plan changed. Due to the fact that the places we wanted to go were mostly likely jam-packed with people. We can't go around much with a senior citizen in tow. We moved it this coming sunday and hopefully we can settle on where to go.
During the time they [Mom talking to my Granma on the phone] were still talking, I turned on my PC thinking of squeezing in a few hours of time online before going to Manila.
Suddenly, something went wrong.
The screen got stuck at the "Verifying DMI Pool" screen. A few restarts later, as well as mini heart attacks, it was still the same. I borrowed my older brother's iPad and googled about the issue. It seems that something was wrong with either the software or hardware. I read a few troubleshooting tips and a few articles about the issue but it didn't help.
I was irritated, frustrated and dumb founded as to how it happened. Good thing I posted my problem in a particular facebook group of old friends from a former workplace. I knew that they had enough knowledge to help me out.
While waiting for replies on my post, my older bro also researched on the issue and was trying to help me out. He tried getting me a copy of my operating systems' installer CD as it contained a recovery program. When I read my friends' replies, most of it was the same thing. One of my more tech savvy friends suggested I take out my internal HD and try running it externally on another PC. I could've done that ASAP but I was afraid to find out if ever the HD was the one that's borked or not. My older bro suggested we wait for the CD, so I did.
Before we went about the business of trying to fix my PC, me and my siblings went out a bit and visited the nearby mall. We had my younger brother's PC fitted a new RAM and got a few things and then went home. On the drive home we came across an accident. A military man was face down on the ground, his motorcycle broken near him. A few early responders were at the scene trying to take care of him and talk to him. It seems he was sideswiped by a car [the said car and driver/passengers were still at the scene]. As we drove by, it looked like he was moving a bit and talking. We all hoped he was going to be okay.
I then realized how small my current problem was and how I fretted over something trivial. Sure it was an unfortunate and unexpected occurance BUT it could've been worse.
In the end, we found out that my C drive somehow got corrupted and we had to reformat and reinstall everything. Good thing 80% of my data is in my D drive. So it wasn't a total loss. I just hope that it doesn't happen again.
I can't take these unexpected and unfortunate events.
moving on..
~ the alansong ~
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Unexpected Derailment
WARNING: this post may be a bit long and you may go TL:DR
Anyhoo, just after Holy Week, i've been experiencing diffuclty breathing. In a sense that I seem to be outta breath after doing things I do normally, on a day-today basis. Like going from the bus stop to the office, of course with my size, I expect a bit o' sweat but lately i've been outta breath as I ventured the road always travelled. That surprised me as this never happened before but I dismissed it due to the heat and a bit of weight gain.
The next few nights, it was still the same...and prolly was getting a bit worse. When my restday came, I couldn't get decent sleep due to me trying to catch my breath. Puffing and heaving, I still tried to dismiss the fact there's something wrong. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I told me granmum that I might have re-activated my asthma. She then talked with me Mum and asked me to go visit a cardio which we did albeit unwillingly. We then found out thru Xray that my lungs were congested with phlegm and the doc gave me meds and asked me to take a few tests.
Those tests didn't push through as I texted me Mum saying I want to be taken care of @ home, in Angeles. As me granmum can't really look after me due to her being old and that her house isn't that much er...clean. So me bro picked me up in his car and as we travelled to Pampanga with the windows down, I felt a bit lighter and slept liked a baby. When I awoke, we were already parked nearby AUF Hospital [Angeles University Foundation] which was kinda like Angeles' version of St. Luke's. We met up with me Mum and then we met up with a doctor she knew.
Doctor Sibal was nice and surprised at my condition [after explaining to him how I felt]. He then said that I had Pneumonia and the congestion in my lungs was weird since it's something else. Both he and me Mum said and agreed for me being admitted into AUF after a slew of tests.
I never really liked being in hospitals.
Xray's, 2D Echo tests and a whole lotta blood extractions later, I was in a private room. Then came Dr. Sibal telling me about the results of my 2D Echo test and that he talked about it with a Cardiologist [ who was going to be my doctor as well], Dr. De Guzman. Both said that due to the complications, my heart was affected and weakened. It wasn't pumping blood as hard as before and to compensate for that it began to pump faster than normal. In order to monitor me more sufficiently, they advised that I go to the ICU and have a heart monitor setup.
Minutes later, I was in the ICU. I was the youngest there. Again there were a slew of blood extractions for tests. The Nurses and Doctors there were asking me why I was there and I gave them the same reply. I was there for 2 days and 3 nights, bored outta my wits. I kept thinking about how I lost two dads in a hospital, how I was being a burden to me family as the hospital bills was sure sure to balloon. I was helpless. I couldn't bear the fact that because of me, me family will be going thru another financial dip. It was a bit depressing.
Visits from my bestfriend and my girlfriend brightened my days in the ICU. Didn't think my bestfriend would come visit as I thought she was a bit scared of the ICU due to the past experience with her dad. My girlfriend's visits, even though it didn't look like it, were the ones that helped me keep my sanity and help me get better. After 3 days, I was told I was getting better and thus I was returned to a Private Room.
Although the room had cable tv, it was still boring but I did feel alot better at the time. I still drank alot of pills and my water was being held to only 1.5ml's a day. That would still continue as both my doctors told me prior to my "release". It really wasn't long till tehy told me I was ok to go out of the hospital, I was glad as that meant the hospital bills will cease.I was relieved that some tests they did came out negative and that my HMO held-up their end of the deal and shouldered most of the bill.
The doctors then proceeded to tell me things I should do, things I shouldn't, things i need to drink and didn't and then go back after a week and see them for a follow-up. After that, I was on my way home [not after visiting a barbershop first]. The heat got to me first as it was really a hot summer. I was tol by me Mum that i'll be just "staying" inside the confines of me room. "Trapped" is more of a right term but then it is needed. Good thing we have a pc and laptop I could use to overcome boredom.
I then reflected upon the things that needed attention. I'll be most likely off work for more than a month and with that, no income. I'll be again, a burden to my family and girlfriend even if they tell me I'm not. I just can't shake the feeling that I am. But what else must I do? Shit has already happened and most plans has been put on hold. All I need to do now is rest and hope for the best.
Adventuring has ceased...at least for the time being...
- the alansong -
Anyhoo, just after Holy Week, i've been experiencing diffuclty breathing. In a sense that I seem to be outta breath after doing things I do normally, on a day-today basis. Like going from the bus stop to the office, of course with my size, I expect a bit o' sweat but lately i've been outta breath as I ventured the road always travelled. That surprised me as this never happened before but I dismissed it due to the heat and a bit of weight gain.
The next few nights, it was still the same...and prolly was getting a bit worse. When my restday came, I couldn't get decent sleep due to me trying to catch my breath. Puffing and heaving, I still tried to dismiss the fact there's something wrong. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I told me granmum that I might have re-activated my asthma. She then talked with me Mum and asked me to go visit a cardio which we did albeit unwillingly. We then found out thru Xray that my lungs were congested with phlegm and the doc gave me meds and asked me to take a few tests.
Those tests didn't push through as I texted me Mum saying I want to be taken care of @ home, in Angeles. As me granmum can't really look after me due to her being old and that her house isn't that much er...clean. So me bro picked me up in his car and as we travelled to Pampanga with the windows down, I felt a bit lighter and slept liked a baby. When I awoke, we were already parked nearby AUF Hospital [Angeles University Foundation] which was kinda like Angeles' version of St. Luke's. We met up with me Mum and then we met up with a doctor she knew.
Doctor Sibal was nice and surprised at my condition [after explaining to him how I felt]. He then said that I had Pneumonia and the congestion in my lungs was weird since it's something else. Both he and me Mum said and agreed for me being admitted into AUF after a slew of tests.
I never really liked being in hospitals.
Xray's, 2D Echo tests and a whole lotta blood extractions later, I was in a private room. Then came Dr. Sibal telling me about the results of my 2D Echo test and that he talked about it with a Cardiologist [ who was going to be my doctor as well], Dr. De Guzman. Both said that due to the complications, my heart was affected and weakened. It wasn't pumping blood as hard as before and to compensate for that it began to pump faster than normal. In order to monitor me more sufficiently, they advised that I go to the ICU and have a heart monitor setup.
Minutes later, I was in the ICU. I was the youngest there. Again there were a slew of blood extractions for tests. The Nurses and Doctors there were asking me why I was there and I gave them the same reply. I was there for 2 days and 3 nights, bored outta my wits. I kept thinking about how I lost two dads in a hospital, how I was being a burden to me family as the hospital bills was sure sure to balloon. I was helpless. I couldn't bear the fact that because of me, me family will be going thru another financial dip. It was a bit depressing.
Visits from my bestfriend and my girlfriend brightened my days in the ICU. Didn't think my bestfriend would come visit as I thought she was a bit scared of the ICU due to the past experience with her dad. My girlfriend's visits, even though it didn't look like it, were the ones that helped me keep my sanity and help me get better. After 3 days, I was told I was getting better and thus I was returned to a Private Room.
Although the room had cable tv, it was still boring but I did feel alot better at the time. I still drank alot of pills and my water was being held to only 1.5ml's a day. That would still continue as both my doctors told me prior to my "release". It really wasn't long till tehy told me I was ok to go out of the hospital, I was glad as that meant the hospital bills will cease.I was relieved that some tests they did came out negative and that my HMO held-up their end of the deal and shouldered most of the bill.
The doctors then proceeded to tell me things I should do, things I shouldn't, things i need to drink and didn't and then go back after a week and see them for a follow-up. After that, I was on my way home [not after visiting a barbershop first]. The heat got to me first as it was really a hot summer. I was tol by me Mum that i'll be just "staying" inside the confines of me room. "Trapped" is more of a right term but then it is needed. Good thing we have a pc and laptop I could use to overcome boredom.
I then reflected upon the things that needed attention. I'll be most likely off work for more than a month and with that, no income. I'll be again, a burden to my family and girlfriend even if they tell me I'm not. I just can't shake the feeling that I am. But what else must I do? Shit has already happened and most plans has been put on hold. All I need to do now is rest and hope for the best.
Adventuring has ceased...at least for the time being...
- the alansong -
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