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July 24, 2010

Thoughts About Clerkship

Clerkship is tough like one has ever imagined. It is like going in a battle ground, thinking you’ve had all the vital weapons ready to swing your Excalibur and metal shield but you found yourself at the edge of a thick forest alone. Clueless of the kind of monstrous creature you’ll be fighting, and worse, no one’s there to back you up. You. Are. Entirely. Alone.
I was never the kind of person who complains, but I believe there’s a maximum threshold for everything which includes patience. One can never be too patient. There’s always that maximal point where the pressure chamber burst unexpectedly. Other people outside our field look at us as future doctors, indeed we are, but at this point of our lives we are slaves-slash-doctors-in-the-making. We have plenty of bosses, starting from the consultants, residents, nurses, nursing aides, and sometimes even the IWs. Oh, not to mention the patients themselves and their watchers. I do not understand the kind of stigma attached to every clerk, all eyes are on us. We are being scrutinized from our physique down to the littlest of our gestures or even the minutest whispers uttered. A single mistake is unforgivable otherwise you’d be the talk of the hospital. Good if you’re being talked solely in your department, but expect the news to encroach in the other departments as well. So even before your next rotation, predators are waiting to prey on you. Just get ready.
There are days when I do not know where to place myself, or how to act. You can never be outspoken, yet at the same time you can never be too kind. You can never ever be kind, predators have the tendency to become abusive. A mentor once shared his secret, he said: “When you’re a clerk, never say NO for an answer.” I hold on to that until one night when this amoebic predator repetitively calling me at the ER while I’m at the midst of a surgical job asking me to do something which do not belong to my scope that particular night, in fact that is her work and she’s being paid for that. So I answered the phone and talked in a very calm yet stiff sound: “Ay ma’am, naa man mi division of labor. Kung ER, ER ra ko. Dili ko pwede mag-ward karon kay daghan kaay pasyente gina-atiman nako diri. Naa man ako partner sa quarters. Palihog na lang ko adto, duol ra bitaw dira station. Kay dili jud mahimo na ibahin nako akong lawas. Isa ra biya ko ha…”. I have a hunch I was gossiped as “the clerk who did not refer blah blah’s chart to doctor blah blah”. Oh well, one cannot please everybody. I do not care what they say about me. Yes, now I can never care too much about feedbacks.
I was never exhausted like this in my entire life---both physically, intellectually and spiritually. Clerkship requires physical strength to keep you on the go. Feeling ill is a huge no-no, vitamins are our bestfriends and antibiotics are our initial shields. We are also intellectually challenged; there are days when I ask myself where have all those three long years of reading and memorizing gone? It’s depressing when you cannot answer basic medical questions. You try to dig deep down your neurons and find tangled bits and pieces of unrecalled medical knowledge. You’re blessed if the consultant is the calm one who just smiles when you cannot answer and tells you the right thing. However there are unlucky days when you get to meet the evil consultants who throw insults at you and questions your intellectual capacity in the presence of nurses, nursing students and patients. You feel as if everybody's scoffing at you!! You just wanna die immediately right then and there!!! Like you wish you never existed!!
Quitting is for the losers. And I am no loser; therefore, quitting is not an option. No damn way!!! As medical clerks, we console ourselves with the fact that no single doctor has had never undergone clerkship. We all have our fair share of stories and bloopers to tell. Maybe when we become consultants ourselves, we will look back at our mistakes and the craziness we did and laugh and shrug about it like it never happened. And it’s tempting to think about turning the table to our predators. *evil laugh*

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. :)

May 18, 2010

Concerned Citizen

Shenggay ranting while we were exchanging experiences with our counterpart group:

"Ano ba 'yan sila (referring to the patients), mag-inuman tapos magpatayan...

 Kawawa naman tayong mga surgery clerks.."

Toinks!!

Akala mo naman kung ano ang kanyang concern. Hahahahah!!!

Seriously, she has a point, most of our previous patients at GTLMH would drown themselves in alcohol binge then when evil gets into their minds, they'd stab each other. Upon admission, they can't even afford to buy meds. 
You see? They can afford bottles of beers but they can't afford to buy food. And they call themselves poor. Who to blame? You may be the better judge. 

I hope this incoming administration can do something to alleviate the status of our economy.
I hope scenes like this would cease to happen.
Para naman hindi kawawa ang mga surgery clerks. Hehe. :)


        

April 25, 2010

Picturistic

I thought of an evolution here in my blog which don't require me to transfer to another blogsite, I'm talking about Tumblr. (I LOVE YOU TOASTEDPEANUTS!!!) Since scarcity of time inhibits me to write like I used to, I'd rather bring Mumbo most of the time then took photos of moments I'd want to share. Although Mumbo is an oldie-ordinary point and shoot camera, he'll do. :)

1. My new room at my new boarding house!! My old room was a little bigger but the comfort this new one offers don't differ much. And oh, we got WiFi here!! Weehee!!  The addiction feeding continues. Harhar!! My classmate and friend, Sal, is my new roomie and since her first rotation is Community Medicine, we don't see each other often here. So it kinda feels like I'm living in this room alone.




2. My groupmates. Group 4. We're divided into Group 4A (us) and Group 4B (the MSH pipz). We are (from left): Sheng, Ai, Tisoy, Jue, Oli, Abby, Ate Agnes and Jhalil. I'm with Jue, Tisoy and Sheng. I feel so blessed having the Group 4A. We don't mind the stress because we strongly believe that "LAUGHTER is the best medicine!!". :D



3. At the Clerks' Quarters. GTLMH quarters is like, I'm sorry to say this, a rat-hole. Sabi nga ng Dean, "The quarters is not for you to sleep, because you're not supposed to sleep when you're on duty". So we only come here to talk about stuff going around the hospital, laugh, share techniques, make case presentations, eat, and freshen up. A rat-hole doesn't matter when you're with a bunch of awesome people!!!!

 
4. The Emergency Room. This is the suturing area. Whatta bloody job!! I LOVE SURGERY!!




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Photo taken at 2:15 AM, April 25, 2010.
Despite everything, I keep that smile. Life is beautiful and I love what I'm doing. I'm getting there, I can see the glistening shore. :)


January 28, 2010

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!".