Sometimes, It's Better To Just Shut Up

There are only two kinds of people I don't talk to : STRANGERS and PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE. If they are the only kinds of people left on earth *knocks on wood*, I'd rather talk to strangers. I can't stand being all hypocrite and pretentious when deep inside I know I'll regret talking to you. Don't ask me why I don't like you, you wouldn't wanna hear the specifics.

My friend, I wanna help you out in comprehending jokes but believe me, I'd rather discuss a certain pathophysiology than convince you that we were actually laughing because those were meant to be a JOKE!! Now you're complaining why you can't ride on with us. That's because you don't know the difference between a joke and a non-joke, same way with how you cannot differentiate delusion from an illusion. I tell you, you're suffering the former. Oooppss...Didn't I just tell you the truth?
I hope you're telling the truth. But I hope more that there are less gullible people who'd believe you.
True colors are starting to show off. And I can foresee the bigger picture. Good luck, dear!

Eye Opening

One reason why most people doesn't like entering the medical world is, ironically, the concept of DEATH. We're meant to save lives, yet when all means fail, everything will all boil down to death. In my two-week Internal Medicine rotation, I've seen and physically examined a lot of diseased people---infectious, malignant and terminating cases. I've helped in resuscitating patients (mostly with congestive heart failure), but to no avail, they've died right before our very eyes.

In a public hospital like GTLMH (city hospital), I've seen how harsh life is for the unfortunate ones. I've seen hopelessness in the eyes of a daughter when she heard that CT scanning costs around 7K for her father who suffered from stroke. I've seen how doctors resuscitated a 4-month old baby boy in the ER who was severely dehydrated. Another 1-year old boy was already dead on arrival due to malnutrition. I got to see a lot of pain---bot physical and emotional. I've seen how painful it is for a severely ill patient to have no relative watching over him and couldn't even afford his own medications.

A public hospital's ward is like a small version of hell, anyone who gets out alive are the lucky ones who are given a second chance to contemplate on their lives. For us, a day in the hospital is like a day in the battlefield. We fight against other people's diseases, against the possibilty of death, and against all those microbes flying in the air that could be targeting us as next victims.

After my last IM rotation, all my body defenses gave in. I got home feverish and chilling, I was having a terrible headache and a muscle-straining cough. I didn't bother to get my temperature 'coz, my god, think about how many armpits have my thermometer got inserted on!! I have a feeling that soaking it in a basin full of alcohol won't kill the microorganisms down. Harhar!!

Today's my first Pediatrics rotation at Mindanao Sanitarium Hospital. Our class are the first batch of junior clerks allowed to rotate in that private hospital. We're going to spend one week there and another one week at the city hospital before our next rotation. I'm not a great fan of Pedia because of the fact that children are so fragile one has to be very very patient around them plus in taking their history, the subjective part of the complaint is eliminated.

I'm loading on tons of paracetamol and multivitamins right now. Such a wrong time to get sick, I might not be allowed to enter the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit). Instead of me saying "Hello kids, be good to Ate..", they'd be like "Ate, you're contagious!". 

"Subpoena"

When I woke up earlier this evening from my three-hour nap, I saw this on the table:

My roomie wrote it. So I hurriedly get the envelope which was addressed to me.

(Forgive me for the photo is blurry, Mumbo is not in the right mood). OOOOHH, look where it's from? MALACANAN PALACE. I thought it would be something about FG Foundation, maybe a reminder of an article they're requiring us to write (which, I remember, this week's the deadline. I am so dead meat! I haven't thought of starting to write about MY life yet. What would I write that would inspire others? Damn!).

Only to find out, the magic envelope contains...ta da!

The first family on a seemingly wonderful vacaye... (notice the Palace's seal on top)

Aaahhhh...so greeting card pala itey. Isn't it very late na? Hehe.. Snail mail kasi. Nag-email na lang sana sila. Harhar! :) 

My precious, Ate Diane's PDI Youngblood article. http://services.inquirer.net/print/print.php?article_id=20100123-248921

...is so dead tired from 14 hours duty (12 hours lang dapat but we decided to extend for another 2 hours)... ano na lang kaya 'pag nag-36 hours duty ako? oh... kaya? kaya!! :D

The Jeep Fiasco

While we are flattered when we catch an attention from the opposite sex, please show it discreetly naman. We appreciate glances BUT we are disgusted when you stare at us like you are stripping us naked. And when we catch your eyes while looking at us, we expect you to turn your gaze away first. Otherwise, we would take it as if you want to say something to us. When we raise both eyebrows, we expect you to say something and not continually stare at us while a picture of sarcasm is painted on your face. Ano, magtititigan ba tayo? And when we ask you why you are staring at us, do not throw back the question: "Why, is it bad?" because the answer is definitely YES. Why? Because, for God's sake, you are a complete stranger to us and we do not know you!! Your action only shows what kind of person you are--- a disrespectful, imprudent bastard who lacks manners.

And reminder, if you really can't help but stare at us in the jeep, do not sit beside us. You are just making yourself too obvious, it would make us very uncomfortable and do not blame us when we get fuming mad at you and you hear words you swear you don't wanna hear. Although we are both of the same tribe, it doesn't mean you are given the permission to stare at us like that. In fact, you are supposed to be more respectful and protective of us. 

Whoever you are, we hope you learned your lesson. You deserve it.

Somehow, we appreciate the apologies. We know we are drool-worthy but  like we said, never do it to any woman because what you received from us tonight is the minimum, because you know what, you deserve some spanking!!

Starbucks Coffee Tumbler

ME WANTEY WANTEY!!!

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Starbucks Coffee 16-oz. Diana Tumbler Believe in the warmth inside us all. And with tumblers like these, we believe the coffee inside will stay nice and warm, too. Enjoy your favorite Starbucks brew in this tumbler with comfortable grip handle. Tumbler, 16-oz.

I need this, er, okay I WANT it. To make me feel less groggy in the morning at the hospital and to save me from buying Nescafe Latte 'coz it's mahal. I need a tumbler, but I don't want an ordinary one (like the plastic one I received during one of our Christmas kris kringles, my coffee would taste like plastic. Ulk!), I want a Starbucks Tumblerrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! And I like this Diana Tumbler because it's brown. ^__^  I can only wish..... :(

Follow Your Heart

While we were conducting a class review this afternoon for the supposed retake, as usual we were arguing over clashing statements by two different books. Very confusing for us which to take side: Jaen or Robbins? Since we couldn't settle it out, the group consensus is to follow our hearts. And then JE said: Mura po'g bright atong hearts. Everybody were silent for a while as some were seemed hit by that even though she doesn't mean anything. We all burst into laughters as we realized that some can actually relate into it. Oooppsie...

New Medicine Hymn: (to the tune of Manny Villar political ad jingle)

Jehan D. tagged me into this which she reposted from Hazel D.
Nakakuha ka na ba ng grado na mababa?
Nagsunog ka na ba ng kilay hanggang umaga?
Yan ang tanong namin, 65 nga ba ang passing?
Naisip mo na ba, bat nagaaral ka pa?
Todo effort tayo, pero walang nagbabago
at mas mabuti pa kung natutulog tayo?

Medicine ang tunay na mahirap,
Medicine ang tunay na puro pasakit
Medicine ang may kakayahan na malimutan sariling pangalan

Medicine lamang, ang magtatapos ng ating kasiyahan.
***whoever made this is a genius!!! Haha!

I think Tiara's down with virus (prolly got it from my flash disk borrowed by J). She's so slow. Lethargic. Hehe. Baby, don't do this to mommy...

:)

THIS IS MY FIRST POST FOR THIS YEAR:

2010--- when you double 10, it's 20; and when you half 20 it's 10. let's double everything up--hardwork, responsibility, dreams, joy, love, happiness. and, let's torn our miseries, guilt, hatred, bitterness into half. have a blessed year of the tiger people! roooaaaarrrrrr!!