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Half-CLEAR!

I had my check up yesterday October 14 and today October 15. Yesterday, I went to my cardiologist and it was a good news. He said that I am already clear from any medications or whatsoever procedures. He also said that I'll make sure of monitoring my blood pressure and if there is any sudden increase of blood pressure, just go to him. Sigh! It's a done deal!

And now to my neurologist. She checks on my reflexes, ask some questions and it turned out okay. She told me that it seems like I hardly bare or give birth (a nice compliment for me, of course). This is the worst part, I'm not yet clear in this department. She told me to have cranial MRI and EEG because she wants to make sure that the seizure will not recur to me then I said okay.

Then I got home. I searched how much does the MRI cost. OH MY GAWD! It cost a thousands of pesos! It range from ten thousand to twenty thousand pesos. It is the amount of the christening package of my daughter. This is something! It really hit me. It makes me cry (not the sad movie) where in this world I or we can get that amount?! Jesus Christ! So I decided not to undergo in this procedure. What am I? Crazy? NO way! I would rather spend it for my daughter's christening or things that will make me and my family happy than to a nonsense things. If I'll die, I die. At least, I die happy. :)

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