I've been watching for the Leonids for four days now. Just to make a wish or two. For whatever, it's my secret. 
Really, I'm a little...nope, a LOT superstitious.
We watched 2012 yesterday. Coolness. Not one I'd line up to be my favorites, but it's worth seeing if you need a pick-me-up. That is, if you like getting caught between tectonic plates and raging tsunamis. The scenes are amazing. And I liked the company: Perrine and Dave.
A snippet of my day at the Surgery Emergency Room. We had an American patient who went to the beach yesterday and fried his skin under the sun. That's for not wearing sunblock. He was delineatedly red on half the exposed parts of his body, just like a shrimp when it's done.I pitied him because it was so painful, weeping and blistering all over. Including his balding forehead. You'd know what he was in for, just by the sight of him. And so, we cleaned, flammazine-d, and gauze-d him up.
Ironic that a majority of Filipinos, men or women (hands up people! including me!) would somehow be guilty of buying whitening/lightening products for the sake of vanity. When all this time, our melanin concentration, has been responsible from keeping us from suffering the same fate, under the intense Equatorial sun. How colonial. We should love our melanin, we can bask at beaches, walk along the Metro and only fear of getting even browner...just think about it. And love your chocolate-ness. Haha.
Please, let there be a falling star, so I can get my wish. And... make that meteor hit the asshole who broke my heart. Yeh! (<--in a kikomachine kind of way.)
{ music } The way you make me feel - MJ
{ book } The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks
{ mood } cheerful
Mildly colorblind in the green and yellow spectrum.
And so was the explanation of Dr. Vigo on my test results on colorblindness.
We were goofing around in the Surgery Office when Dr. Matic asked us to scoot to the Eye Center for a study being done by his wife. It was fun arranging the colors into the spectrum, but it was admittedly difficult. The pegs had a certain order of shading, and it seemed that some pegs were of the same color. The pink and violet hues were a breeze, but the yellow and green pegs were sort of hard to arrange (for me). Damn it.
Some people say that only men are affected by colorblindness. That is partly correct, for the congenital type. There is also a acquired type, which includes medication, poor diet and smoking. I guess this is where I come in. I'm just happy that I can identify green from grey, even if I'm slightly impaired in distinguishing tints (which I didn't know before). I was slightly depressed afterwards saying I was ready to devour a plate of yellow and orange vegetables to salvage my remaining photoreceptors.
I remember a good friend, she would say that a dress was wonderfully blue when it was violet. I don't know if she's just confused or can't see the color right. One of our junior interns is also suspect to the condition, since he is having difficulty in identifying hyperemia (something red and swollen) from one that is not.
Impaired. That is something that we can be, without even knowing it.
In extreme colorblindness, one can only see the blue and orange shades. No green, no red. A colorblind man can't identify a woman with lipstick. Or a ripe banana from an unripe one. It may seem funny, or ridiculous. The sad part is some find it later in life, and is unsuitable to aviation, or jobs that requires color discrimination.
But being colorblind is the least of my worries. I was just thinking, what if some people's emotions were the same? That in the spectra of anger, love, joy and sadness, they can only feel two extremes? Able to love without anger or experience joy without love?
Had dinner in Gloria Maris with family. Had a Yellow Cab lunch with pharmacists, nurses and staffs. Also had ice creams. Had an out-of-hand greetings from people on Facebook, Friendster, YM, texts, e-mail, and in person. Really felt special. So was the menu:
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I can’t thank you guys enough. Sa pamilya ko, sa mga kaibigan ko, sa mga nakilala ko, sa mga sinaktan ako, sa mga taong umalis, sa mga taong bumalik, sa mga taong nasaktan ko, sa mga taong napasaya ko, sa mga taong pinasaya ko, at kung sino sino pang tao, MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT SA PAGIGING PARTE NG 24 TAON KO SA MUNDO. Buong pusong pagpapasalamat ang aking handog.
Kung may wish man ako ngayon para sa birthday ko at para sa Pasko at sa susuod na taon, tatago ko na lang sa sarili ko. Di ba Mr. T! mas okay yun? Kaya wala kong wishlist entry ngayon. Hehehe! Salamat din sa blog na toh dahil 6 years na kong nagcecelebrate ng birthday ko dito. Kasama si Mr. T! Thanks Mr. T! I love ya, I enjoy ya and I still appreciate ya. At Happy 24th Birthday ulit sa kin. Let’s see what lies ahead
Everyday Drama, Food and Dining, Family | 4 hollered back
And there he goes to the comfort room AGAIN.
My brother has been vomiting and having diarrhea all day. And all day, I have been calm, composed and doctor-like... although deep inside I am this close to bringing him to the hospital. Of course I'm doing this with maximum tolerance. After all, he is 17, not at risk of dehydration, and able to tolerate intake. It would be a embarassment on my part to bring him there, only to be sent home.
I assured him that the stomach discomfort is something he has to deal with, and will eventually wear off. To make the best of the situation, it was my time to scold him about his poor eating habits (junkfood, coke, skipping breakfast, eating out) I already gave him a combo of Esomeprazole, Ranitidine earlier this morning, and Domperidone when he still wasn't relieved in the afternoon. I know...I am failing my Internal Medicine, and Family Med teachers right now. I'm just extra aggressive when it comes to family. I want them to feel fine right away, or I'll be bothered that I'm not doing things correctly. I am also sticking to the traditional, we made him a cup of tea, and some hot soup. On the crazier part of my mind, I am on the verge of putting efficascent/white flower/vicks with a cross sign over the stomach...good thing, we just dont have it at home at the moment.
When I first took up medicine, I imagined myself, fast forward to the future, being at the bedside of my relatives, or having their children drop by at my clinic, or knocking at my door when they were sick. They also think the same, even saying ' walang bayad kapag nagpatingin kami ha', when I was starting out. Of course I will do my best to look use my knowledge to look after them. I just never expected that when it comes to loved ones, the pressure to perform well is much greater.
My parents especially. They are both in the healthcare field, and I have never been confined, EVER in my entire life. The younger me had such a low tolerance for malaise, and will stay in bed even if it was just a nasty cold. When I went to the province two summers ago, some of my relatives were asking me to look into their aches and discomforts. My mom answering for me. And so I smile and agree, and feel my brain shrink. Like my confidence.
But that was before clerkship and internship. Medical students know nothing but theories until they step into hell, oops, into the hospital. And only then will they find out who is sick with what. And what sallow skin, pale palpebra, or rhonchi are. I hope that through the daily routine and madness, I am becoming better at what I am trying to become.
As I type, he reports to me that he has nothing more to barf. Darn it. I ask if he is feeling better...he just slumps on the sofa, and procedes to watch tv.
Ok, just two more bouts and we're off.
Nung Friday, went with Jeffrey (nope hindi si Jeffrey as in Jeffrey) sa Megamall para samahan siyang bumili ng laptop. And then sumunod ako kina Luis sa Music 21 sa Jupiter. Kasama sina JP (bf ni Che), Che, Bea, Franz. O di ba? Party talaga kahit super late na ko dumating, hinintay talaga nila ko. Sweet. Then kinuha yung kotse ni Luis sa Las Pinas then hinatid ako ni Luis sa bahay. Past 12AM na ko nakauwi Mr. T! Sobrang saya.
Saturday was Divisoria Day with Sabs. Sobrang whole day kaming nagbonding. From 10AM to 1AM kinabukasan magkasama kami ni Sabs. O di ba? Sobrang tagal mamimili ni Sabs. Hahaha! Medyo pagod na ko at gusto ko na umangal nung wala pang nabibili si Sabs pero okay lang. Nageenjoy din ako katitingin ng mga kung anu-ano sa Divisoria lalo na yung China phone na n97. Super gaya except firmware. Hmmm… tapos yun, around 5PM na si Sabs natapos mamili. Then sinamahan ko siya til Paranaque dahil hindi niya talaga kakayanin mga pinamili niya. Nakapunta ko sa bahay ni Sabs and nakita ko mga kapatid niya. Natuwa naman ako. Tapos, magkikita dapat sila ni Izvet. So sabi ko kay Sabs libre ko na lang sila movie sa Megamall. Pero nung nasa Megamall na kami, si Izvet nagbackout. So nagdate kami ni Sabs. Ayun, 2012 pinanood namin. Okay yung movie na weird. Hahaha! Then mga 1AM na kami naghiwalay dahil hinatid ko pa si Sabs sa sakayan ng bus. Sobrang enjoy kahit pagod Mr. T! Sobrang saya rin kahit traffic sa may Sucat. Dahil walang katapusan kwentuhan namin ni Sabs.
Sunda, kanina. Panalo si Pacquiao! Sa Club Manila East kami nanood. Dun kasi nagcelebrate anak ng pinsan ko na si Gab. Ayun, sobrang saya dahil panalo na si Pacman, may swimming pa. Galing din ng La Diva in singing the Philippine Nation Anthem. Kauuwi lang namin Mr. T! And kagagalin ko lang pala sa bahay ni Ate. Nilakad ko from there pauwi. And habang naglalakad, nagulat ako at sinabi sa sarili ko na “WOW, BIRTHDAY KO NA PALA MAYA-MAYA!”. At birthday ko na nga pala less in than three hours…
At si Rhitz, may sobrang napakagandang kwento. Kept me smiling the whole time na pauwi kami galing Club Manila East. Sana this is it na! Masaya ko pagmasasaya kaibigan ko.
Sa totoo lang hindi ko alam nararamdaman ko habang papalapit birthday ko. Hays…
{ mood } sleepy
Everyday Drama, Updates, Food and Dining, Family | say what?
Some people call it destiny, some may call it fate. But when you keep seeing this person who has given you a considerable amount of heartbreak, then lets just say, its a curse.
I hate the way he is so unoriginal. He loves sinigang. So I am reminded every time that I enter the canteen. He loves dogs, and they roam the earth. He has an ex-girlfriend who is in the same hospital that I am. His family name is the last name of every 50 Filipinos- like Reyes, or Santos, or Bautista. And his first name is at the top of every person's phonebook. His name starts with double Aa's. Go figure. And every duty in my Pedia Rotation, one child has his name. So suddenly, his name is as common as Jenny or Mark. Or am I just minding it too much? To add to that, my only referral from Orthopedics is also his patient. I get to read his progress notes, he get to see mine. Yuck.
When he was still in the hospital, I bumped into him at the Information booth, at the front of the elevator, at the Emergency Room, at the Canteen. Damn it. Sometimes with his ex. Walking together. Eating together. And catching him looking at me. Which means me, looking at him. Shit. Luckily, I have the advantage of chinkee eyes and glasses. I'd just squint and he'd never know.
When he transferred to a hospital nearer to his home, I thought it was the end of my misery. But no, just when you least expect it, he just pops out of nowhere.
Strike one, September, Andrew and I were walking to this eatery outside the hospital for lunch, laughing about something, when he crossed our path. I pointed him and Andrew just said, "Sya? Ang kapal ha." (for no apparent reason)
Strike two, October, I was on my way home, when I decided to go to a photocopy station. I was watching my steps, when I head him say, "Huy". Damn it. We crossed paths again. And that two second encounter bothered me the rest of the way home. But why?
Strike three, today, we just had a despedida dinner with Ma'am Pearl, who happens to be the BEST ENT resident of all time, for me. We were hanging out at Starbucks in Alabang..and guess what.. guess what..
He was there on the other side of the cafe. With a date. (according to my friends) Which I didn't really mind. We haven't been texting for ages.
I fell in line at the C.R., and he came right behind me. Waving to my friends, (they were obviously enjoying) and then said "Hi "(or more like a "Uy") to me. Whatever.
And so, the teasing begins. But none of them approves of him and tells me "Buti na lang... (hindi naging kayo, kasi mejo sablay nga na boyfriend)". I just give a big smile, and say that I'm glad too. I truly am. I just don't get the nudging pointy feeling which recurs with every encounter. It's something that I can't control, I just have to live with it.
They say that when a person has a high I.Q, then equivalent to that is a low E.Q. Though there are many exceptions, I think this time, I am the rule. Give me a handful of medical cases, and I'd eventually figure things out. But myself, and what I feel, I still can't explain why. I guess that's why no one gets a Ph.D. in love. If there is, then I guess I 'd like to take that up as well. As if medicine isn't enough studying.
Lord of the Rings? Nope. This is the floors between the first hospital building and the third. Apparently, this is the most benign post of all. The patients are fine, but it takes a lot of walking when making rounds.
Babies. Fragile little things. Baby Fiona will undergo operation for her meningomyelocoele. Her parents have been spending hundreds of thousands (250k for the first operation, 100k for the next) just to repair the open defect on the baby's lumbosacral area. She has to stay lying on her stomach all the time. She looks like a pretty normal baby, but when Dr. Sibayan takes off the dressing, yelch. It looks kind of painful to have a big and deep wound over the back. Aw. 
Cut-down care for the two babies at the Sick Neonate Unit. The small premature one kept crying as I swabbed betadine all over the catheter on her neck. The big one, with a cranial problem, did not even move one bit as I did the same. Sad. There's another one, 8 days old, who just underwent exlap ileostomy, stuck with a colostomy bag. I can imagine how difficult it must be for a Pedia Surg to do that, tingkering at the teeny organs. Actually, the operation is just the beginning in surgery. After the OR, you have to cross fingers that the patient recuperates. She's looking good so far.
For the bigger patients, I just absolutely love it when appndectomy and cholecystectomy patients are recovering. They groan in discomfort the first two days, then you see them on the third, doing better, getting to eat, and then the best part- sending them home. On the other side, I just hate it when it takes long for them to recover, and you keep on guessing "What is wrong with you?!" We have this patient on the floors who suddenly developed difficulty in breathing, we were all stuck there stabilizing him for 3 hours. I got to do an ABG, whoopee. Sadly my extraction was mixed arteriovenous (daw). But still.
Minors the next day, I got to assist in a breast mass excision with Dr. Ortillo, a female surgeon. Coolness. Kaya lang no small talk, unlike Dr. Santos, who I assisted in a wound debridement, that kept explaining that our site has to bleed. He jokingly said that "Tanggap ka na sa Surgery" I was protesting, but he said "Ayaw mo nun, ibig sabihin, natutuwa ako sa iyo, ang bilis mo eh!" Referring to the fact that I beat him to the buffet table after our O.R. I didn't care, I was starving!
That pretty much sums up the highlights of my 32 hour duty. I'm enjoying my Surgical Rotation, though I miss getting bloody and dirty in the Emergency Room. I feel that I'm missing a lot since at private hospitals, we dont get to do a lot of procedures...I would love to do an Appendectomy or a Chest Tube Thoracostomy. I'm not going into Surgery so Internship is my last chance. At the looks of it, I guess we'll just be leaving it to the residents.
Nagshopping kami ni Ate sa Greenhills kanina Mr. T! Together with Emo. Wala, nagwaldas na naman ng pera. Yun lang. Para may update lang kahit papano. Kasi miss na kita Mr. T! Gusto ko magdrama pero napapagod na ko. Kagabi hindi ako masyadong makatulog. Salamat sa mga malalapit kong kaibigan at kinausap nila ko despite ng kagagahan ko. Salamat salamat. Marami pa kong dapat ipagpasalamat. Napapareflect ako kanina habang papunta at pauwi galing trabaho, marami talagang dapat ipagpasalamat.
At yung cellphones ko parang walang mga silbi. Hahaha! Parang pandisplay lang. Hahaha! Puro utos ng nanay, at mga kapatid ko ang nasa inbox. Kaya yung IMMORTAL10 ko nung Friday last week, buhay pa! Hindi pa ubos! O di ba?
Ano pa ba... hmmm... yung lang muna Mr. T! Yung wishlist ko grabe hindi talaga ko makaisip eh. Saka na siguro pag may pumasok na sa utak ko. Update you soon Mr. T!
{ book } Chris' YM Window
{ mood } sleepy