Showing posts with label mgakambitiyarae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mgakambitiyarae. Show all posts

May 21, 2010

The Bribery

A nine-year old patient, C,  is put on NPO (nothing per orem) after his appendectomy. Today is his fourth post-op day and since he has abdominal distention and has been passing loose bowel movements for the past two days, he's exhibiting mild dehydration despite being overweight (45 kilos for a nine-year old). And since he's been vomiting, a nasogastric tube is inserted through his nostrils in addition to being placed on NPO. We understand how discomforting it is for the patient. This morning, he begged Dr. D to allow him to have just one sip of water. "Okay naman ako, bakit ba ayaw niyo'kong painumin? Uhaw na uhaw na'ko. Please..konti lang..ganito lang kaliit" measuring the amount using his thumb and index finger. Dr. D explained to him in a way he can understand why he's not allowed to drink or eat and why the NGT is inserted through his nose. Having the heart of a father, he allowed C to have 1/4 glass of water after the child made a lot of bargains. "Sige, konti lang ha?". After he finished the 1/4 glass of water, he asked for another one. "Kayang-kaya ko yang ubusin, sige, pa-try niyo pa sa'kin". C seems to challenge Dr. D to allow him to have more water. Dr. D gave him another 1/4. C is just a naturally makulit kid which keeps him asking for more. This time, Dr. D strictly said NO. "Kapag magaling ka na, kahit isang barrel ng tubig pwede mong inumin. Ngayon, hindi pa pwede kasi magsusuka ka dahil hindi pa gumagalaw instestines mo.". I was astounded when he said "Sige na please. Isang baso lang. Bayaran pa kita..." Dr. D faced the parents for further explanation and didn't entertained the child's caprice.

It's frustrating how some parents continue feeding their children's whims.  I hate making generalizations and I don't like acting like a psychic but children like C grows up with that attitude of getting everything they want through whatever means, even if it means stepping on other people. Teaching about sacrifice must start at home, same as charity. A child who knows how to make sacrifices grows up with a healthy attitude of enduring frustrations and whatever obstacles that come in his way. Because whoever we are, even though we are the richest person the world, we must face the fact that we just can't get anything and everything we want. After all, money may buy comfort but not  happiness and love.

At C's age, he knows already about bribery. This child has a future... in the political world. :)

January 13, 2010

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...

June 13, 2009

The Mosquito Conversation

I can’t contain my hatred for these little creatures flying around my boarding house. They are rampant especially now that rainy days are saying hello, in addition to the plants surrounding the house where they are most likely to breed.  They are so small they seem to be invisible; their buzzing annoys me I can’t concentrate with whatever I am busy with. Invisible buzzers. When they get to land on your skin, expect an itchy, circular bump. So deeply itchy you would just wish to puncture your skin or slice out that portion of your skin. Grrrr! These mosquitoes! The gratification I feel the moment I catch them with my two hands and crush their bodies into an almost indistinguishable form!!
This afternoon, while Gans (my roommate) and I are reading, she felt a mosquito bit her. She adjusted the electric fan towards us for the killer mosquitoes to get blown away.
Gans: kataya pman a mga r’ngit aya. (here comes the mosquitoes..)
ME: owayba (yeah..) *while reading, I was crossing my legs up on the chair to avoid being bitten*
Gans: di siran r’kta dn khasmo. (they don’t get enough of us)
ME: *laughs* siempre, diba one week bo a lifespan iran? Na omani m’bot r’kta na salakaw a r’ngit. (of course, don’t they have a one week lifespan? So every mosquito that bites us is another individual.)
Gans: oba bo adn a vaccine sa r’ngit. (how I wish there’s a vaccine against mosquitoes)
ME: owayba, na oman ta niyan mabot na skanian I puphatay. (yeah, and it dies the moment it bits us) *laughs*
Gans: mabot ta niyan na punggowa daan na gubo phatay. (it will vomit first before it dies) *she actually demonstrated how the poor mosquito will vomit the blood that it sucked from us*
We laughed in chorus.