Under Construction

I don’t even know if it’s really called a pub, but I call it as is because it has a bar and it’s a nice place to hang out after one’s busy day, just as what I envision a pub would be. I’ve never been in any other pub sans The Oarhouse, so I wouldn’t know better on what makes a pub and what doesn’t. Maybe I get my idea of a pub from watching too much American TV shows like How I Met Your Mother, Friends and Grey’s Anatomy, which kinda says something of how much a lazy slob/couch potato I am. 

Anyway, as I was saying, The Oarhouse is closed for Easter and the Araw ng Kagitingan holidays, which verily sucks because I was really looking forward to having a drink with one of my closest med friends, just to release my pent-up desperation and frustration at my incapacity to concentrate on studying for next week’s exams. It was just recently when I realized beer is my best anxiolytic, which is cooler and cheaper than prescription benzodiazepines and antidepressants. Which brings me to the topic, I really need to have myself checked; I may be an undiagnosed case of an anxiety disorder, in addition to my self-diagnosis of ADHD and OCD. And now I’m getting really tangential, so there. 

In other news though, I got to give my fifteen-month old nephew a bath today. It was my first time giving anyone a bath, really, and it felt fine. More than fine, actually, I realized I’m getting more conscious in involving myself in more adult stuff these days, like taking care of nephews and cooking family meals, and going to pubs and quiz nights and stuff. That’s in addition to the doctor-y stuff I do in clinics every day. I guess this really is it, growing up and living adulthood is indeed inevitable, despite me feeling inadequate and immature most of these days.

There’s too much in mind to process these days. My mind is blowing into bits.