Long story short, our agency is transferring a lot of us to a manpower outsourcing agency, and we are required to do a lot of things. A lot.
The adventure starts at the Bureau of Internal Revenue.
Taxes, oh, taxes. In the office, we often consider BIR-talks as taboo, but I guess in the end, we can't help but face the truth: do as BIR told.
The BIR is basically the agency that handles all taxes... or something. I couldn't care less before, but it has since become such a pain! Image Source
Today, I, along with Ms Dyan 
I swear, without my companions, I would have gone crazy!
I still haven't finished the process (I did a stupid mistake--leave an important document behind) and I just knew I would have more BIR adventures than I could carry. Regardless, we still have another requirement to comply to: medical.
The doctor didn't pass me in the physical examination.
The urinalysis was problematic already (I JUST COULDN'T PEE WHY), but the blood tests and xray were certainly OK. I was confident I'd pass my physical examination.
Nope.
The blood extraction was OK: I had been exposed to a lot of needles on my skin as a kid that the feel of them doesn't bother me any longer. Image Source
The doctor checked my eyesight. While my eyesight isn't OK, she passed me because of my glasses. She did a lot of touching (a lot) but that was OK. It was certainly part of the process.
She did a lot of talking (interview plus questions about my career in physics because she was so interested), and that was when she placed the tiny device she placed on my fingertip.
The heart rate device she used was something like this. Image Source
She asked, "Are you nervous?"
"I'm not," I answered, which was the truth. She then proceeded to saying that my heart rate wouldn't go below 127 BPM, and played around the range 127-137 BPM. A shocker. I wasn't feeling any large heartbeats! In fact, I couldn't feel them at all.
Long story short, she didn't give me clearance to work... unless I visit my endocrinologist. I was under the impression that it wasn't a heart problem; I was leaning more toward my hyperthyroidism.
Regardless, only my specialist could clear me, and I pray that this high heart rate be just a one-time thing.
Then I have fever.
Upon arriving back to the house I was staying at, I began to feel chills. My throat had been bugging me the whole day with how painful it was and I was so sure: I would have fever come hell or high water.
I wasn't wrong. Right now, typing this down, I am forcing my temperature to go down... (as if I could force it in any way). I put my trust into the emergency fever and sore throat medication I always have with me and pray that I get better soon.
We have a really important meeting tomorrow that I couldn't miss, and I have a huge dent to put on the many pending tasks assigned to me. Wish me luck, everyone!
We were expected to look back on our activities in the past year, and what our plans in the future were. I am starting ti get nervous about this one. What was I going to say? Good luck, indeed. Image Source
