Return of the Comeback

It is the last quarter of 2017, and after googling myself (yeah I can be this weird sometimes) I accidentally spotted this blog and remembered that I haven’t posted here in years! Whatever happened to me? Yeah a lot has happened, I have climbed mountains with my son, I have lived for a week in Banaue, I have walked through the majestic rice terraces of Batad, I visited the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) camp in Sultan Kudarat and had a picture with its leader, Al Haj Murad, I stayed for five days in Cotabato City and fell in love with a Special Forces soldier and Oh, I have also joined police drug buy bust operations in the President’s current War on Drugs and I am seriously telling the truth. And after all of that, I literally broke, as in broke my right tibia and had to stay home for six months as I was healing. All of that happened for a span of only three years, ain’t my life exciting?

So where shall I begin? Hmmm, maybe I could start with the last one...

December 28, 2016, I had a late night dinner with my two boys, Paolo and Gabby. It was past 11pm when we finished and head home, choosing to walk so I could shed those super extra calorie intake I had because of this milkshake

As we were walking through the footbridge, I stepped on some vomit which caused my slippers to become, well, slippery. So as we were going down the footbridge, me being drowsy from the milkshake I had earlier (sugar rush, i guess) plus the absence of proper lighting, missed three steps, my right leg slipping on the landing below, all my body weight converging on my right tibia causing an open fracture. The tibia was literally broken in half. I was rushed to the emergency room, and the doctor had to apply emergency procedures, temporarily fixing my broken tibia by putting a bandage around my leg and immobilizing it. I had surgery on December 30. A long titanium rod was implanted in my right leg to hold my tibia together. I guess the operation was successful since the doctor discharged me after a day so I still get to spend the New Year with my family.

This is how the titanium rod looks inside my right leg

It was a long and painful healing process, with me relying with no one but myself.

I went back to work on the 7th month, travelling with crutches. After a week, I tried using a cane and was successful, and after two weeks tried walking without support. Now, on my 10th month, I am walking again as if nothing has happened, I even have a few jogs during weekends.

One thing I learned on this experience is to never lose hope because at the end of the day, you will have no one but yourself to rely on. People tell me I could never move the same as I did before the accident but I will prove them wrong. I am cooking a lot of dishes again for my boys and soon I will climb mountains again, run races again, and travel far