Hi steemians!
I have not posted anything for the last two days. I actually have a lot of things to post but I have been busy at the office. We were discussing about our budget allocation for the year 2019; and it was so tiring. It was harder for some of us, like me, because it was our first time preparing budget management plans. Whoah! The pressure of making sure everything was fine because we we're talking money, right?
Anyways, I have not opened my tablet, where I surf the internet since this morning until I arrived home this evening. And I got too many notifications from my "blue social media". I was shocked because I am not that active in that social media. I opened each notification and they were my friends congratulating me. For what? Then I opened some more notifications and.......VOILA!
I WON THE POETRY CONTEST!
I cannot believe I would win because all entries were written splendidly. They were all written from the heart. I do not know if I have posted that poem here already. If not yet, let me share my own masterpiece here. This was written when I was experiencing pulmonary embolism. Also, this is the summary version of my dialysis life. #diaryofadialysispatient
I remember
I'm sinking,
Sinking because I tried to fit in;
I'm weakening,
Trying to resist the silent pain;
I'm laughing,
Thinking I can restart from the beginning;
I'm boasting,
Knowing I'm one of the mighty men.
Those days of denial - I remember.But I'm falling,
Falling to a deeper pit of melancholy;
I'm crying,
And acting I'm one of the holy;
I'm weeping,
Trying to change my personality;
Keep on pretending,
Lying to people's stupidity.
Those days of depression - I remember.But I'm hoping,
Praying for a miracle to occur;
Still believing,
Even trusting someone I don't adore;
Still denying,
Must be God's unique sense of humor;
So I'm risking,
Betting in life's game of glamour and horror.
Those days of hope - I remember.Now I'm gasping,
Filled with fluid and nearing eve;
Think I'm dying?
Reaching for God's air to live;
Panicking!
Heck! No one's gonna grief;
Deeply thinking,
When can I find relief?
Those days of struggle - I remember.Finally, I'm breathing,
Inflated, my lungs have succeeded;
But still deteriorating-
A thin, black, sinful homonid;
So I'm back to praying,
From this curse, I want to break free;
But I'm bitching,
Fear Lord will take me for being a good kid.
Those days of desperation - I remember.So I am fighting,
Don't let a pecadillo take my crown;
I'm resisting,
Don't let death take my crown;
I'm purging,
Purifying me in the best way I can;
But I'm cramming,
Wish I don't leave yet this mortal town.
Those days of survival - I remember.Heck! I'm still breathing,
Make a btter world, at least;
Reminiscing
All the good plans I promised;
Helping
To me who have cursed and kissed;
Fulfilling
All my vows to God and Christ.
Those days of living - I remember.And will be remembering.
I joined this contest last year. And they have just announced the winner today. The picture below was the announcement of contest proper.
As what was stated in the photo, I won five tetrapacks of Novasource. It is a milk formulated for renal disease patients.
I am going to ppst when I receive my prize this week.
That has been my ulog! And allow me to thank everyone who has been supporting my previous #ulog #ulogs, especially to 
Thank you and God bless,
Refusing death,
Abraham