core trouble

I was introduced to the term G.I. three times. And each time, G.I. stood for something else.

The first time happened when I was very young. It must've been a boring summer that I decided to open the fire escape in my room. It was one of the window grills that opened out and led to the roof. My bedroom was on the second floor.

I walked on the roof and there it was - G.I. Later my dad told me that it meant galvanized iron.

Few years later, Hasbro came up with another meaning of G.I. - and it meant General Issue.

In the novelty shops, this particular G.I. didn't come in steel. It was made in plastic. And these G.I. toys were cool because they were hot on TV as G.I. Joe.

Just this Tuesday, I found a new meaning to the term G.I. And the way it happened was way too painful.

This time, through the help of my uncle who is a radiologist, I learnt that G.I. meant gastrointestinal.

I underwent a so-called G.I. series for two consecutive days. The reason for this was because on Monday, I had severe stomach ache. The pain was familiar and I thought that I was simply having hyperacidity. But when the pain wouldn't go away, I thought it best to cancel work and look out for my health.

So, yes, I was told to swallow a white chemical that looked and tasted like pop rocks with the help of a white liquid. I don't know which one was the barium. Anyway, they used this agent to study my esophagus and stomach (and what-not) by tracking it from the moment I swallowed it until it reached my tummy.

The ending of it? Wala, which is a good thing.

The only prognosis is that I am clearly stressed out. My uncle advised me to keep chewable maalox in my pocket so I can pop these anytime when I'm at work and the place starts to stress me out. He said he himself keeps these handy.

Alright. I think I'll do just that. It would've been a lot better to bring Bogey to work to destress me but... nah.

So now, I'm obviously slowing down. I'm already thinking of scheduling a first-time visit to that collosal Mall of Asia and a good ol' fishing day trip.

And guess what else?

All Fridays, I'm not going to work at all. Fridays would be exclusively Wacky-days, rockin' out in peace.

By the way, welcome to the all-new wacky blog!

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kids should know that...

The Pop Rocks candy was first offered to the public in 1975. Around 1983, General Foods stopped selling the candy; some would believe this was because of an urban legend. A few years after, in 1985 Kraft Foods bought the rights to the candy product and re-marketed it as Action Candy through a company called Carbonated Candy. (wikipedia)