It's as if the sky has fallen on me I find myself at the edge of a bottomless pit where a huge serpent awaits. It's not what I have done, it's what I did not do.
March 15, 2011
March 14, 2011
Bottled Up
I obviously have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It's pretty tiresome re-typing my password and typing unfamiliar crooked letter in a box when I can simply just click "log out", but no, I prefer to go through all that process. I find it tricky when they show thumbnail photos of my friends with the words "______ will miss you." Will that make me think twice? Yeah, right. *eyeballs rolling* There's also that box that asks why you want to deactivate your account and I always click on the "I don't feel safe on Facebook" button. Certainly, I don't. This is me being paranoid but you never know when people scan through your photos, trying to know what you do, who you are with and all that scrutiny. I can see them crowding in front of a laptop either talking about me or the people I am with. You have no idea what they were talking about. Knowing people, speculations can lead to fallacies they continue to believe as facts. I know right? Thinkers are doers, eh?
I have issues. Right. I have all these bottled up feelings whirling madly inside me. Things I cannot simply spill out. Let's leave it as a little secret between me and my Creator. I don't understand why when some unwanted feelings resurface when success is at arm's length.
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On the lighter note, Doc Ikoy treated all his "angels" (clerks under him) this evening at Maze Park. On our way home, we passed by a Roti Station somewhere along Tubod Highway named Al-Kawthar. The conversation on the fully-packed Highlander goes like this: (Apologies to those who don't understand Bisaya and Meranao. I prefer not to translate as I might change the meaning of the statements.)
Doc Ikoy: Naa lagi Al-Kawthar diri o. Lami kaayo ilang roti dira, nagdala katong isa ka adlaw si Miah, lami kaayo.
Olin: Lagi doc, naa mana sa MSU. Naa pud na sila'y shawarma na lami kaayo.
Doc Ikoy: Iranian or Syrian man tingali an tig-iya ana na nakaminyo ug Maranao.
Me: Dili doc, Jordanian unya ang iyang asawa kay Ilongga.
Olin: As in, lami jud kaayo. Mao na ang akong ginaulian sa MSU.
Me: Ang Jordanian?!
All: Aaaah, mao diay!! Ang Jordanian diay ang lami!! Hahahaha!
Olin: Matay ka bo Ai!!
Everybody burst into laughters as for the past four years, we've been teasing the conservative Olin as a pervert. She's gained fame for that, you know---as the class pervert!! Good thing never was she offended. I will definitely miss our class inside jokes. :))
March 12, 2011
Studying Blues
I frequently get that sudden spur of cleaning up my room or re-arranging my bookshelf whenever my brain is at the peak of understanding a medical concept. While I was reviewing the other night for our OSCE, my peripheral vision caught my topsy-turvy bookshelf and my mind suddenly went berserk to arrange my books.
Welcome to my little treasure---what I have accumulated for four years.
Aside from my med books...
I also have here few of my fiction books, I piled most of 'em at our MSU home.
These are among my favorites: Paolo Coelho's The Zahir; Haruki Murakami's Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman and Norwegian Wood; Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns; Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love; and Ricky Lee's Para kay B.
This is the mug I got from two-years ago's Association of Philippine Medical Colleges annual convention after an impromptu speaking engagement before medical schools faculty representatives. It was an unforgettable one.
I keep picture of my loved ones to inspire me everyday. I have here photo with my parents, my boyfriend (I can see people scoffing!!) and Eiffel Tower. :)
A souvenir photo from somewhere I recently conquered: Dahilayan, Bukidnon.
My bookshelf is also where I hang the closest thing to me for the past year of clerkship: my stethoscope with the rasta doll Jordan gave me from his Thailand summer vacaye.
On the lateral side of the shelf is where I hang a simple organizer of my little accessories collection.
And after a few minutes of dusting, sneezing and arranging books according to size... ta da... this is the most I can do. LOL. I'm not OC. Obviously.
After seeing a good smile of my books, I can then go back to the page where I left off. :)
March 11, 2011
Count Your Blessings
How often do we get entirely wrapped by our own selfish wants and desires that we totally forget we are not the only person living in this planet? That there are other existing people who are equally struggling to get by their everyday lives? That there are people who are a lot miserable than us? That millions on the other side of this planet are in a far worse state than us?
Life is too short to trouble ourselves on things that we hold no control of. Everyone among us has our fair share of frustrations, failures and self-doubt. It's a matter of perspective, whether you deal with the brighter side or slowly kill yourself thinking of what-must-have-beens and sulking in a little corner until you gradually lose yourself. Our lives are intertwined and written in a complex blueprint that everything---including the microsecond intervals of time---occur for a significant purpose. We are but humans to fully comprehend these reasons behind everything, however, choices are laid before us and it's up to us how we play our cards right. We go with the flow and do what is feasible. The important thing is we did our best according to our capacity.
I cannot blame the people who got caught up with too much busyness, in school or work, that they lose in touch with the world and of themselves. They forgot to reflect and pay gratitude to The One Above who has blessed them so much and yet. They neglected those who actually cares. They are too focused to reach the top they missed all the beautiful things along the way. I cannot blame them for once upon a time, I was also one of them. But I was optimistic enough to chase what I can still do about my disappointments after I realized that crying my eyeballs out cannot change the situation, not even a single degree. That was the time I sought His Mercy. When you're in a verge of depression you try to solve all your problems by yourself forgetting that there is God who can strengthen and open your heart to accept the harshness of reality. Remember, He is Oft-Forgiving, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful. Seek Him and InshaAllah, He will come to the rescue.
Let us not concern ourselves too much about not being on the class Top 5 to the point of threatening to boycott the graduation rites when there are people who didn't even qualify to enter med school, that some got flunked and kicked out of med school, that some has to stop schooling due to financial constraints, that some has to stop schooling due to health problems, that people in Africa are dying of AIDS and hunger, that the Middle East is gradually tearing down, that millions of OFWs who have families to feed are now jobless, that people died of earthquake in New Zealand and as of writing time, Japan got hit by 8.something magnitude earthquake followed by a 23-feet tsunami! Whoo! I don't know where this is going but the world is in absolute chaos and just be grateful that you're on the safer side of the earth. That your personal problems are not even one-thirteenth of an atom to the suffering of others.
I hope people realize how blessed they actually are. I really do hope.
March 8, 2011
Bilbil versus Pelvic Mass
It's terrifying how some simple jokes can lead to some grave bugaboo. It all started as an endless teasing of who's-got-bigger-tummy kind of joke. Abby, my classmate who has a noticeable bulging hypogastric area once touched my flabby abdomen and compared the consistency with hers. She, who has a slender body type is not expected to have a tummy quite as big as the fat girl that I am. We continued to tease her about doing Leopold's exam on her or monitoring a heart beat on her tummy. She jovially rode on our silly jokes but behind her laughs were waves of worrying thoughts as she sensed that a hard tummy, incomparable to that of a fat and flabby abdomen, means something must be growing inside. Definitely not a human being. Albeit asymptomatic, she went for consult. Ultrasound was done and she was found to have an ovarian mass. Transrectal ultrasound was done this afternoon (and yes, Sheng and I were there!) and it was found out that her left ovary is already multilocular and has crossed near the midline, slightly compressing on the uterus. Thank God, the right ovary is intact with normal size follicles. Elective surgery will be done hopefully after clerkship before graduation. We are all praying for a successful operation and sana unilateral oophorectomy lang because we want to see little Abbies and little Enkels!! (our class nicknamed her boyfriend Enkel!)
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| Captured and posted with permission from the patient (who is still in her uniform!). |
*I don't know if it's only me but there is a peculiarly odd feeling when the patient is someone close to me.
March 7, 2011
Pink Toes On A Red Day
It's that time of the month when normal hormonal changes occur---the red week. As much as it reminds me of my womanhood, I dislike it for the menstrual cramps and all the discomforts that come along. I don't know whether to sit or lie down, to walk or stay still, plus the crampy hypogastric pain wouldn't just relent. Ugh. However, I am that optimistic I grab this opportunity to paint my nails! Harhar. You know, women are prohibited to perform sala'at (prayers) during this period. While nail polish are not entirely prohibited, we see to it that water must touch/clean all parts of the extremities including the miniscule corners of the nails in the performance of ablution, hence we avoid painting our nails when doing sala'at. I guess that briefly explains it.
I visited the parlor yesterday to mani-ped and I decided to put colors on my ever dull nails. I was pondering of midnight blue but it wasn't available, so I chose baby pink instead. I can see smiling faces on my toe nails!! Harhar. I painted a clear polish on my finger nails because hand colors actually distract me.
Yes, I was that fascinated I used my toes for typing!
March 6, 2011
Blabber Here, Blabber There, Blabber Everywhere
Funny how some people speculate on the reasons why I quit Facebook. I receive arrays of commonly bizarre questions such as:
- May kaaway ka?
People in my circle know I don't normally fight others unless the situation calls for it. Most especially, I don't do it on social networks. I think that's too cowardly. If you want to call the attention of a person, talk to him/her personally and say whatever you wanna say. Educated people don't wash their dirty linens in public.
- May umaaway sa'yo?
Because of my answer in the above statement, I believe I'm not giving anyone a reason to fight me back. While Facebook and other social networks are avenue for expressing our thoughts and sentiments, there are stuff that are better left unsaid.
- May stalker ka?
A classmate asked me this which totally cracked me up because the last time I checked, I was the stalker! Lol. Since my account was set to private, I nit pick who to approve as friend. The fact that I post photos and give a piece of my mind mean that I publicly share infos to other people whose opinions are absolutely unknown to me unless specified. Now, if there exists a persona non grata who stalks me at FB then I must have probably permitted it. So, none. I guess.
- May iniiwasan ka?
If there is one, I'd rather delete that person in my friends list than sacrifice my entire account, right? I have all the right to do so.
- Is there something at FB that hurt you?
I was taken aback when this question was thrown at me, it took me around 5 seconds to gather my thoughts. Admittedly, the first time I deactivated my account last year was due to a petty heart break Looking back, that was real ridiculous. This time around, the reason is purely non-heart related.
I wrote here the exact reason as to why I indefinitely left FB, and some people just can't grasp the idea simply because they're not me. That is not my problem anymore. It's almost a month since I deactivated my dear account and I'm surprised with myself because I don't have any urge of checking it. I'm not even thinking about it. I cannot say when I will be back in that kingdom, another month perhaps or weeks or in a few days time. Or probably as soon as I publish this entry. Harhar! In the meantime, I am so enjoying Twitter. I find it very educational as I carefully choose who to follow, mostly are top journalists of the country. In other words, I receive relevant informations. In the same way, I carefully chose who follows me because the stuff I tweet are random whispers from my subconscious mind. This goes to show that social media is helpful if we use it in the right way. So long as we have proper self-discipline and time management, social networks are concomitant in aiding people globally to keep in touch and made a mutual understanding.
February 27, 2011
Unprettiness
Friend: "Bakit paganda ng paganda ang mga tao sa Facebook?"
Answers:
Dahil nagpapa-cute sila sa crush nila kaya inspired sila to post more pictures of themselves in the same angle!
Because of the existence of photoshop.
To boost self-esteem. Rather, they have low self-esteem so they need to remind themselves how gorgeous they are.
Perhaps, they are naturally beautiful, ine-enhance lang nila. 'Kaw naman.
Unfortunately, some people might be faking it. That makes everything unrealistic.
Because this is not Facebook and everything in this blog is real, here's something you can use to scare burglars away. You may also show this to misbehaving kids so they won't repeat the deed.
February 26, 2011
GASP!!
...before the end of clerkship!!!
However, piles of paperworks await us as we comply our prerequisites for graduation such as: community diagnoses (our assigned community, i.e, Purok 1 Brgy. Tambacan and our clerkship community, i.e, the entire Brgy. Tambacan), epidemiologic study, hardbound copy of our behavioral science research, pharma study, objective structured clinical examination (OSCE) and mock board exam. Sounds like everyone would go into respiratory arrest after March 9, eh?
Meanwhile, we're on our fourth rotation in the Ancillary Services: Ophthalmology and Radiology.
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| Dr. A. E. H. |
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| Photo taken at the Community House this lunch. :) |
Girls, I demand for a post-birthday dinner. Understand? ^___^
February 23, 2011
Life's Like That (Vol. II)
In continuation of my extreme weekend getaway, five of my fabulous classmates and I visited the Dahilayan Adventure Park's Zipzone at Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon which is a home to Asia's longest zipline!! The place is located on top of Bukidnon mountain ranges, past Del Monte corporation's pineapple plantation. Go figure the long, long journey in order to reach the park! Thanks to Sir Rommel, our nurse friend who nodded at our request of renting his van and accompanying us to the place. It was a fine sunny Sunday!
Almost everyone I know visit this place not only to enjoy the pretty scenery but most importantly to experience the extreme adrenaline rush brought about by ziplining! For acrophobic people like me, this is indeed an achievement for us: being able to conquer our fear! Zipzone consists of three phases: 320 m, 150 m and the grandest 840 m! On the third phase, it was magical and symbolic for me. It was the longest and the tallest phase, there was even a thick fog suspended in the air! And for the first time in my life, I didn't hear my heart pounding inside my chest which normally occurs whenever I found myself up in the air and in the brink of death. The moment I let go of the bar and was pushed forward by gravitational force entering the thick fog, I didn't scream but instead opened my eyes wide and stretched my arms like that of a bird. I praised my Creator, that's all that was in my head. I kept on chanting: Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah. Upon dramatically emerging from the clouds, I realized I was hundred feet away from the ground and below me was a lush forest. This time I screamed: Thank you Allah for letting me experience all these!! I believe it was another prayer answered as I have always been praying to Him to allow me "go and see the world". Yes, I did see a portion of it, up while I was suspended in the air like a bird! :)
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| That pinky that sticks out belongs to nobody but Juey! |
What's great about here at Dahilayan is that they've got many adventuresome rides to offer: ATV, Zorbit, Buggy Ride and Jumping I-forgot-what-it's-called. We tried the Zorbit. Two people enter a huge ball and get safely tucked on the wall and then the ball will be rolled on a considerable meters downhill until it stops on a flat surface. The feeling as you go rolling down can be likened to that scary feeling on a rollercoaster ride except that it lasts for less than a minute and it is...TICKLISH!!!! I swear, Buddy Juey and I were laughing our guts out the whole time and we couldn't stop laughing even after we got out of the ball!! Remembering it, I am so laughing in here now! I must say, the feeling was hilarious!
I believe that traveling is more fun when you're with a bunch of cool and spontaneous people! People you can trust your life with and people who are worth sharing the memory with. I may get back here someday but I am so sure I will be with different set of people, but I will never ever forget this first trip I had at Dahilayan which made me realize that one can conquer his fear so long as determination and trust to the one above are present. I will always remember that feeling while I was up in the air, above the trees, overlooking the mountains, the cold winds kissing my cheeks....I will always remember that whenever fear crawls into me as I go into internship. Thanks to the fabulous girls I was with: Jue, Sheng, Olin, Abby and Cos. You will always be in my heart, girls.
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| (L lower corner photo, L-R) Cos, Olin, Moi, Shengot, Abby and Jue. |
I hope we can go travel again, this time with the whole Class 2011! Wohooo!!
Before I end this entry, here is a video clip of our Zorb exp, courtesy of Cos. Caveat: sorry for the possible stiff neck! Hehe.
February 21, 2011
Life's Like That (Vol. I)
I've been itching to post about how my weekend went but I was slumped right in my bed the moment I got home with severe sore muscles last night. It was indeed an absolutely fun weekend!!! The trip to Dahilayan, Bukidnon was planned a week ago by my classmates where extreme adventure awaits us. Few days prior to our trip, Ate Diane and her colleagues in the English Department also had the same trip on Friday and she plans to stay at CdO on Saturday. Since our trip was on the Sunday, I spontaneously advanced to CdO to have an ultimate girl bonding with one of my favorite persons in the world! Ate Diane happened to be with Ate Ashy, her colleague who was also my high-school senior, who happened to be Ate Beth and DK's best friend!! Small world, eh? What are the odds of bonding with my favorite blogmates!! You wouldn't believe how much I love spontaneity! So the six of us including Ma'am Mats (Ate Diane and Ate Ashy's colleague) went to Siam, a Thai restaurant which filled our stomachs with delightfully exquisite Thai food!
It was actually my first time bonding with my high-school seniors (Ate Ashy, Ate Beth and Ate DK) but it doesn't feel like it's our first time since we've been reading each other since 2009 (right, guys?). Ma'am Mats, on the other hand, was my supah friend Jho's instructor in one of her English classes which didn't make it any difficult bonding with her. Aaaaahh! It was indeed a fun, fun night!! I hope that wasn't the last time, girlies!
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| (L-R uppermost photos) Ate Diane, Ate Ashy, Ate DK, Ate Beth, Ma'am Mats and Moi. |
We part our ways after the sumptuous dinner and Ate Diane and I found ourselves in the company of the eminent Starbucks. Talking until the dawn is a normal activity whenever we're together, which is actually my idea of a perfect bonding. She and I exchanged ideas, updates, laugh trip and talked literally about every single thing!!! We're both at twitter and into blogging but you know how talking personally is way different than online. *sigh* I will definitely miss moments like these with her when I go on to internship....and when she settles down. Perhaps, I can snatch her away from her future hubby just so we can talk. Harhar.
The following day, I was already with my Classmates: Juey, Abby, Olin, Sheng and Cos. Eight of us were supposed to go but due to some inconvenience, only six of us were set to experience Dahilayan!! I had the most marvelous time feeling all that rush!! It feels awesome when you know that you've done something you've been dreading: HEIGHTS! Battling acrophobia wasn't an easy feat. I tried riding a roller coaster, EK's log jam, even zip-lining two years ago and I still feel the same: fear. This year's zip-lining is way unalike from the previous one I had tried. Looking back, walang challenge yun!! Hahaha. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
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| (L upper photo): Finishing 840 m zipline!! (R upper photo): Ready to enter the Zorb ball and keeping it rollin'! |
Due to my deactivated Facebook and my resurfacing repressed narcissism, I will be posting more photos in my next entry. Stay tuned. :)
February 18, 2011
TGIF!!
I told my Dad (via SMS) that I'd be off somewhere this weekend with my friends while crossing my fingers he offer me some dough. All he replied is a plain and dry: "Ok. God bless you". I'm busted!! You see? That's why it's always good to save whether for rainy or sunny days. Hehe. :)
Tonight, I'm gonna leave you a photo of a Thai movie (A Little Thing Called Love) that transported me back to my silly ol' crush/-es, and of that ex-longtimecrush that just like Nam, the female character, somehow made an impact in my life. Chos!! Thanks to him for kicking in my evolution. Eeeckkk! Crush lang kaya yun. :) *sparkling eyes* I want to elaborate more on this, but I'm packing right now plus the internet connection is insanely slow. I might as well leave you with...
That dance that created a twist. <3
You don't forget that crazy little thing called love, do you?
P.S
I'm supposed to post about Psychia and my Satellite Health Center rotation but some technical difficulties came up. Next time, perhaps. :)
February 15, 2011
Love Song For No One
There are songs which you feel they were written for you, but, have you ever encountered a song which feels like you've written it yourself? Like a de ja vu. A song which was written and sung by someone else leaving you a feeling that the lyrics were stolen from your genius idea. Well, I have one. Haha. Too bad, John Mayer sung it before I could even write it. Haha again. A big round of applause for John for giving my song a justice.
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here
Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeah
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
You, hurry up and get here.
Happy Love Day everyone!! :)
February 13, 2011
Words For The Heart
As I'm waiting for this movie to buffer, I keep myself busy reading between a book and some helpful websites, blogs, news, etc. I happened to loiter at I Got It Covered which is an Islamic site that caters to contemporary muslim women. I have been looking for good religious reads that will boost or open my heart back to my faith. It's not that I completely lose my faith but oftentimes I forget worshiping The Almighty Allah SWT. It somehow feels like I have lost my connection to Him by missing my prayers. Prayers, as we know, is a form of meditation that enables us to talk to Allah, ask for forgiveness and express our heart's desires. I am completely aware also that I can not blame anything or anyone, such as clerkship, for missing my prayers. "If there's a will, there's a way.". What I'm trying to say is that shaytan has got the best of me by skipping one of the essentials of my faith, but He perfectly knows how I try to push the demon out of my way and run towards His path. While reading on some articles on the above-mentioned website, I noticed some quotes lingering on the side. These I wanna share:
"Things aren’t always as they seem. Umm Musa was told to throw her son in the river, Yusuf was left for dead in a well, Maryam delivered a child alone, Yunus was swallowed by a whale, Ibrahim was thrown in the fire and Umm Salamah thought no one could be better than Abu Salamah. Yet look at how it turned out for them… in the end. So don’t worry, Allah has a plan for you."
— (qiyam al-layl), beseeching Allah at the time of suhoor; and keeping company with righteous people." — Yahya ibn Mu’adh "Don’t have a BRING-IT-ON attitude with shaytan; make du’aa to Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala to protect you from his tricks."-Muhammad Alshareef
"The wise person is the one who pays attention to his time and does not treat it as a vessel to be filled with cheap things and vain talk. Instead, he limits it to worthy efforts and righteous deeds that please Allah and benefit other people. Every minute of a person’s life carries the potential to raise his own status and to make his people happier, little by little."
— "The likeness of those who spend for Allah’s sake is as the likeness of a grain of corn, it grows seven ears; every single ear has a hundred grains, and Allah multiplies (increases the reward of) for whom He wills, and Allah is sufficient for His creatures’ needs, All-Knower."
— "What is this world but a dream that a sleeper sees – he delights in it for a few moments, and then wakes up to face reality."
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February 12, 2011
February 11, 2011
Patho/Rehab
After Anesth/Derma comes Patho/Rehab Med. Pathology in the morning and Rehab Med in the afternoon. I have seen so many things in the Patho clinic that one wouldn't ordinarily see in the hospital, or some things that we wouldn't normally mind but are clinically significant. "Little things do matter", 'ika nga. And I am so surprised how I am so ignorant of such little things I sometimes want to melt in shame. At the same time, there are countless things that amazed me.
Back in the OB-GYN module in junior med, I was able to read up on mature ovarian teratomas which are presumably derived from ectodermal differentiation of totipotential cells. Normally, one would find hairs, cheesy sebaceous materials, tooth, bones, and rarely, brain tissues in the ovary. Common beliefs would blame witchcrafts or adultery with evil, but of course, we are in the 21st century where almost everything can be explained by science. When I was an OB-GYN clerk, we rarely have gynecologic cases. Most ovarian cases I was able to assist to in the OR were either serous or mucinous cystadenomas judging from their gross appearances. Only in the patho lab was I able to see dermoid cyst which we were able to identify immediately by the hairs and the sebaceous materials!! There was even a nipple protrusion and a piece of tooth found!!
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| Dermoid cyst. |
Aaaahh!! There are so many fascinating things in the Patho lab. For instance, when you see your crush's pleural fluid for cytology exam. And you'd be like "what? oh, what could be happening to him?". And there you see, under the power of the microscope that he's positive for Koch's infection aka TB!!! Eeew. He's a health worker so he's prone to that. All of us, Filipinos, have 95% possibility of having a latent tuberculous infection. Just don't get that immune system of yours down. Whatever, he's still my crush. My tall and lanky crush who made my surgery days a lot more inspiring. Yiheeee. <3
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| Sheng trying on the crutches. |
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| Pretending to meditate using the vestibular ball. |
We also tried paraffin waxing (i loooovee!!!) and the different electrotherapies. I pray none of my family members and friends would suffer anything that would bring them to the Rehab because I swear you wouldn't like the feeling of electricity permeating through your muscles!! Even with 9 volts only, it shook my muscles like crazy I so hate the feeling!!! Brrr...
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This is another story.
In line with being a med student, we're taught to investigate like a journalist. We ask who, why, when, where, how. It came to my knowledge that someone we closely know has chronic Hepa B infection, and presently has psoas abscess and his attending cannot completely rule out malignancy. I feel for him and his family. I know they're keeping this a secret because of the Hepa B infection which connotes his true sexual preference. I don't care he's homo, he's still a very good friend and I wouldn't judge him because of that. This time around, he cannot deny, his illness spoke in his behalf.I'm still deciding whether to visit him in the hospital. Most probably, I would. As a friend, I cannot do anything but pray for his early recovery. InshaAllah. Ameen.
Let's Take A Pause
I can't remember where I read that taking a momentary pause is helpful to give the racing mind a time to breathe and gear up for the next lap of life. So there, after gathering all the pros and cons, I have finally mustered the courage to take a pause by deactivating my FB account. This is not the first time, I did this last year, too, and it lasted for a month. This time, I do not know when I will be back again. Probably, when I miss my enormous FB crush. Eeeeepp. <3
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| A few moments ago, I received this in my e-mail. |
On a serious note, the triggering factor is a friend request by someone really close to me. Ironically, she's very close to me that I want to shut her from that tiny nook of my life called Facebook. I just don't want her to see that side of me, that naughty, non-sense girl that I am. I am pretty sure most of us keep the chronicles of our lives by posting status and photos, and that I don't want her to keep track of. I don't want to hurt her by rejecting the request, so I think the most appropriate thing to do is to totally shut the account. I have the perfect excuse when she asks me about it. That way, I can spare people from wasting their time reading my status or browsing my photos and the other way around. I am not pretending to be celebrity-like, it's just that..... ok, so I'm just trying to sound like a celebrity here. LMAO. Let's see how much of my time I can save by doing this.
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Patients poured in at the Satellite Health Center at Brgy. Tambacan today. On my first 30 minutes of enduring the heat at the little hut, few oldies came in for BP monitoring. Later on, mothers came to consult for their children. I doled out some medications: paracetamol, cotrimoxazole and guaifenesin for those who, judging from their attire, cannot buy the said medications no matter how many prescriptionsI write for them. Free meds are like magnet, almost everyone in the neighborhood came for consult and just like in a medical mission, most are faking illnesses just to get free meds. Of course I know how a sick person looks like, no matter how a person conceals, we would know that something is really wrong. So I gave out meds only to those who need 'em. :)
Meanwhile, our Psychiatrist perceptor wasn't around this afty. Good thing, I have Haruki to accompany me. I was supposed to have a date with Mr. Guyton but I ditched him for Mr. Murakami. :)
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