No, this is not about the FedEx guy who survived a plane crash but ended up being marooned in an island for 4 years until he was rescued by a cargo ship.
It's about a plaster cast for a wrist hairline fracture that was opened with an oscillating saw and a cast spreader two weeks after the Legends of the Fall.
And bursting from the plaster fragments are bits of Year 3 and Women Leders' Summit budgets, logistics for the Vang Vieng National Dialogue and the Phnom Penh regional convening, the usual weekly catch ups, a CSO mapping, and regional HR matters.
We attended a friend's funeral too and had beer for breakfast while he was being cremated.
My consultancy fee for May remains in limbo but the order for an optical coherence tomography of the optic nerve head was finally delivered along with the payment of third quarter SSS premiums plus an inquiry on teaching license renewal and catching up on a missed PMU meeting.
The cast has been broken but the The Conjuring in Baguio is still inconspicuous and for that, we entreated St. Rose of Lima's divine intervention for next week to be all well.
Beer poured in the highway on Tuesday and Friday nights where Wednesday's adobong bibe frolicked because Richard Carapaz finally won a Tour de France stage before Thursday's kinilaw na bangus and inihaw na hito, Saturday's menudo, and Sunday's calamares were unleashed.
Then there is one tire change in four stages of my mini-TDF in between the weekly laundry, a living room rearrangement and a bit of Ironman work...
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