| It's Been a While (So creative, I know) |
[24 Jan 2010|04:41pm] |
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Why hello there my dear neglected blog!
To be completely honest I really don't know what prompted this post. Perhaps it's because I finally actually have a free weekend without a Monday exam (Which of course came at an extremely steep price that inevitably led to suffering from by far the most horrible module of my entire med school life EVER. It involved Module exams in the same week... the logic for such punishment continues to escape me.) or... dun dun dun... for some reason I may be feeling a little inspired by C**n's unearthed blog. Not to be complete b*tch (yeah right) but like Teddy and the others, I found it insanely hilarious for reasons that should NOT be funny AT ALL. I can feel myself burning in hell already.
( More mean rambling and nonsense! )
To end this already ridiculously long entry on a high note, I'm posting a picture we took during wine night! Hahaha I bet a normal person won't even be able to tell that one person in the group is actually a medical school module coordinator and a training officer in one of the country's leading tertiary care hospitals. Aaah ophthas and their amazing lifestyle filled with wine nights, Italy dinners, designer clothes and insanely loveable personalities. *sigh* Makes me really want to go into ophtha instead. Hahaha there's nothing quite like marching towards Moneyland in style. :p
I must say I love wine night and having great friends to go out with is simply just icing on the cake. Hahaha so imagine how shocking it was to find that we actually had a surprise guest! Who else but our Ophtha Module coordinator! :D He's insanely hilarious and even treated us to two bottles of wine. Yay for relief goods because medical school is an onslaught of catastrophes! And though I don't need to say this again. I so loooooooooove Ophtha and Dr. V!!! :D :D :D
"Put her in a mansion on top of the hill, Please don't make her do things against her will."
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| Eight More Days! |
[22 Mar 2009|06:35pm] |
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17 exams and 5 papers.
Just another exam week in medical school.
So why exactly am I not studying? Simple really. At this point cramming all the topics will be nothing more than pointless and I did the math. No matter how "bad" I am and no matter how many transes I skip the worst exam score I got was still well above the 65% mark. I average 75% and when I'm extra diligent I get 80-85%. Not much difference between the numbers when finals is only 7.5% of the grade. At most my grade can only go down by less than 1 point. I'm not one to work so hard for something that adheres to the Law of Diminishing Returns. While my grade economy is generally flawed because those few extra points could really spell the difference between scholarships dropping left and right, the time frame for this should be considered. So if I started to add an extra 2 hours to my study time at say the beginning of the second semester I could easily be sitting pretty in the top five. Again the key word is "if" so at the moment I'd rather not be bothered by such trifling matters.
Yeah, I'm a geek that way. I but you have to admit that the math helps perpetuate and justify the laziness and the economy of cramming.
With that aside, I still can't seem to decide which I like better. Je Suis Gourmand or Aubergine. Both are French restaurants with the same price range (yeah, yeah I spend too much on food... and clothes... and books... and ugh practically everything else) and quite arguably one of the best restaurants I've ever been too. Mind you my family has all sorts of food and ingredients shipped from all over Europe for special occasions and I've eaten at five star hotels and restaurants in different countries, so that's saying a whole LOT.
The lamb and the duck foie gras from both restaurants are just very different. I really can't decide which I like more. Je suis gourmands larger foie gras servings make me very happy but Aubergines duck foie gras platter is a vastly different dish with more complex tastes and infinitely prettier presentation. In a nut shell Je suis gourmand definitely provides a cozier, homier dining experience while Aubergine gives a more upscale-bordering-ultra-rich-sinful-intimidating experience. They're entirely different experiences altogether and being the spendaholic that I am, find they're both restaurants I don't mind paying an arm and leg. OK so maybe I'm exaggerating it's probably more like a finger and toe.
Again yes blogging about food and thinking of where to eat next is more important than my 17 exams. Well... not really but right now I'd like to pretend that it is.
"Thinking through the noise you get back to bed with your tinker tinker toys you gotta think it, think it, think it, thinking it through."
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| The Cutest Can of Pepsi Max |
[31 Dec 2008|07:01pm] |
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Don't you just love it? OK, so it's probably very corny and it is Pepsi Max and sorts of diet food suck, but to a soda addict in Rehab it's a sign from the heavens! :D
Yeah, right. Who do I think I'm kidding. When the basic premise is actually faulty to begin with. Who are they kidding? A can of soda should at least have a considerable percentage of water in it. What whatever right these things actually require zero thinking.
 My New Favorite Can of Soda. Sadly No Amount of Packaging Improvement Can Change My Sentiments Toward Diet Soda or Diet Anythings.
Now this reminds me. I only allow myself to drink/indulge in such beverages during the times that I'm in Davao or at least on vacation. It hurts a lot but some things must be done for the sake of my stress ulcer and well... my normal (for now) blood glucose. Having a family history of diabetes while not keeping my soda consumption in check is really tantamount to hopping on the Hello Diabetes Express.
( More silliness and with useless friends! )
Happy New Year to Everyone!
"Questions of science, science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart."
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| Day Two of Post Lasik Woes |
[16 May 2008|08:10pm] |
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Still a bit grainy but pain has been reduced to feeling like I'm a smoky bar. The mild stinging sensation is miles better than yesterdays tearfest. I hate the bandage contact lenses and can't wait to get rid of them on Monday. The same thing can be said about my vision. It's like being in a smoky room. Not as photophobic but focusing is still a bit difficult. Staying awake for longer but still spent most of the day asleep. I'm beginning to feel that my two days of inactivity is making me restless. Time to get out of my cave.
Whatever the rate I don't really have regrets. Vision is getting sharper and worst case scenario I end up with 20/25 vision... a far cry from my usual 650/625. :D With a corneal thickness of 0.451 you really can't expect fast healing or for that matter I don't think any other eye center save for the The Lasik Surgery Clinic will accept you. Of course PRK or EpiLasik can't heal as fast as the regular corneal flap procedure and it is not without its annoying drawbacks which includes 3 days of pain. I hope the smoky stinging sensation goes away tomorrow. At any rate I feel that I am infection free and extremely excited about my improving vision. No halos or night blindness! :D Plus I'll be able to swim after two weeks! :)
I've also finally converted my iPhone into an extra phone/iPod video and am finally promoted to second year. No to remedials! :) I'll also be interning in the American Eye for two weeks. Hahaha talk about coincidence and uh.... yay for going to Shang everyday! :D
"I can,t see the sunshine. I'll be waiting for you baby."
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| Locked! |
[21 Apr 2008|03:27pm] |
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So I finally got my hands on my iPhone. It came with anti-glare screens and a protective casing but (a VERY BIG BUT) it's...
dun dun dun!!!!
VERY LOCKED!
Not really a problem right? I can easily go to Greenhills and meet with your friendly neighborhood pirate....
BUT....
I am in DAVAO and will be VERY STUCK here for a month!
Enough complaining. I'm actually really happy to be home. It's wake season again and while it's extremely bothersome to strictly adhere to the gray, black and white dress code and my mom's beastly no make up no contact lenses no going out of the house rule, going to these events not knowing who exactly it is you're burying or more than 80% of the people you're with... is a well... disturbing kind of entertaining? I might be bored out of my mind.
The Harvest Moon addiction has been successfully curbed. I don't know how it happened but somewhere in between building my first animal barn and first house extension I just really lost interest. Maybe earning too much money through my bogus mine-buy-and-sell business wasn't such a good idea after all. XD
Whatever the case I finished Jane's Hotel and probably halfway through Jane's Hotel 2. Don't ask me why I play it. It's a terrible game but there's really nothing better to do.
"Landed in a very common crisis. Everything's in order in a black hole."
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| ONE BIG FIGHT!!! |
[19 Nov 2007|10:27pm] |
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 Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health Women's Football Team! :)
Yes, people this is real and that's really me standing there. :) The 7am Saturday practices and night weekday practices have been nothing short of excruciating and nowhere near pretty but the 2 days of Palarong Med made it more than worth it. :)
While it's hardly in my nature to trip, shove, hurt, etc. people but.... errrr... on the field it is oddly gratifying. XD
So we didn't really get a legitimate rank but we did make it to the semifinals. Hahaha as my team mates fondly put it, from zeros to heroes! Not bad really we went down with class only losing due to lack of practice for shoot outs and a the 0-1 we lost to UP Med. :)
I must say I feel that I finally earned the angas of my jersey! Fourth place never felt this good and seriously who would expect a first timer school of 75 freshies to make it that far? Not bad. Not bad at all. Besides it's win or lose it's the school we choose! Hahaha that is the Ateneo way! ;)
"Take me, take me to the riot and let me stay..."
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| Chronicles of the Uncoordinated |
[06 Oct 2007|03:31pm] |
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While I was led to believe that my skills in not looking like a dimwit on the football field have increased considerably, today's practice session well... proved me wrong? I take the word uncoordinated to levels beyond the extreme. My excuse? Haha my contact lenses don't correct my astigmatism. Yah, right! XD
Whatever the case it was fun and definitely worth the trouble of waking up early and well... the effort involved in making myself look like a complete and total idiot. After all it is still exercise and I can extort money for more football items and most importantly it gives me license to mooch off more original jerseys! :D
Today I also learned the importance of wearing knee high socks. While I realize that it is highly unlikely that the professional players have to play in fields as ... uh... challenging as the UP Diliman Sunken Garden, the socks really do offer protection. Yes, I fell into a mud hole. Needless to say I had knee high mud socks after. Of course I also have to mention the knee high grass. It's nothing short of playing on a rice field. Hahaha and yet I feel that it's worth it. Seriously, it's not just because of potentially getting Ateneo jerseys and jackets. Think towels, hot chocolate and playing for the same team for a friend. ;)
Yes, it was good day and I am happy.
Hahaha and do I even have to mention how the College of Business Administration is uh... oh so conveniently located right in front of the grandstand? Yeah, yeah so the guard made me leave and told me that I was too dirty to be there. XD
While the mud did bother me to an almost intolerable degree, I will hold my stand on playing in the rain at least once. Even with our crazy sadistic coach who happens to be in the Philippine team. The prospect of the combination of more sprints, jogging, push ups and various drills designed to maim and torture leaves me in a daze. *dies again*
But seriously, it was a good day and I am happy. :)
"There is a feeling in me and I don't know why. Is there a feeling in you that you can't deny?"
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| You Can't Win Evering But... |
[30 Sep 2007|07:29pm] |
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Win or lose it's the school we choose! ONE BIG FIGHT!
Besides it's like what Dr. Bengzon says. Among other things Ateneo will always have Jose Rizal. La Salle's hero? Casio? Does that even qualify? Hahaha one of the many reasons I love, love, LOVE our dean. :)
OK time to stop being mean and get back to work. At this point basketball should really be the least of my worries. Time to go back to cramming for two neuroscience exams and to convince myself that it's OK because I'm working towards something and at the end of this good things shall happen. Despite myself I'm really looking forward to the end of this module a few relatively stress-free days and of course something else that's more special. ^_^
Pathetic how I now consider a weekend that's not in between exams a complete vacation. Ho hum, Med life naman talaga. But I have to agree with AG on this one. I am beyond exhaustion, no doubt but there is nowhere else I'd rather be. :)
"Play it so safe to stay on top. Shake it, imitate it, but it still sounds old."
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| Baobabs |
[10 Aug 2007|07:49pm] |
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A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
-Rumi
Sometimes I think I shall forever be paralyzed. But I guess in one way or another everyone is afraid to be happy.
"But it's you I fell into."
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| Also Missing the Dencio's Family |
[24 Jun 2007|12:13pm] |
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( The Dencio's Family. Sitting Down L-R: Nica, AG, Candy, Mur, Kate. Standing L-R: Phil, CJ, Raymonde, Junno, Mitsu, Tasha, Lesh. ASMPH Alcoholics? I hope not. XD )
"Wake, you've been sleeping and tell me what to believe in."
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| Dentist Phobia |
[10 Apr 2007|06:25pm] |
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Oh the horror!
I am now officially deathly afraid of dentists! I refuse to go into the specifics but nothing can be quite as harrowing as the four hours and thirty minutes I just spent in that cursed clinic. Four hours and thirty minutes! Imagine all the horrible things that could have transpired in between my 10 am appointment up to 2:30 pm? I swear I died three times!!! I cannot wait until the 14th.
Oh the horror!
Starting today I shall forever live in fear of dentists.
Oh the horror!
On the brighter side my blood test and urinalysis came back with normal values and I still managed to fit into my grad dress after gaining weight. So yeah not everything went wrong and despite being forced to move my flight to the 15th I'm pretty confident that I'll manage to finish working on my clearance in time for my graduation and after that it's time to room with AG and Anj in Rockwell and then finally my happily ever after in Eastwood. :D
So yes despite the whole scary Mr. Dentist horror story there is still much to be thankful for and life is good. :)
Useless post. I shall now stop ranting.
"I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prangy."
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| Five Years of Blue and White |
[23 Mar 2007|11:43pm] |
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It's like closing a deal. But not just any deal... just the biggest deal I've made in my 21 years of existence.
I still feel strange. Not quite reeling but still in curious state of disbelief. It's not everyday that one gets to confirm a med school application. While I had made my decision and planned around ASMPH as early as September last year, I won't deny the panic that shot through me. It's at least five years of my life and depending on how I choose play my cards I can end up literally spending the rest of my life in Med City. It's scary how life forks this way and how much a medical school can change your future. Saying that choosing is daunting is simply stating the obvious.
At any rate I was pleasantly surprised when the whole process took less than 3 minutes. Needless to say it was very different from the UP system that requires payments and pickups in buildings on the opposite ends of the campus. Silly really I don't even know why I intended to put it off to the 28th to do it with AG. I'm happy I confirmed and I'm happy you talked me into it and brought me to Xavier Hall. Haha yeah I guess my parents had reason to be in a rush after all.
When I opened my confirmation kit I was even more impressed. Sosyal ha! Folder with my name complete with submitted contact details. BUT NOT FOR LONG! I was extremely annoyed when I found out that we're going to have to sacrifice more summers for summer classes. Now there goes your "mas relaxed siguro tayo doon theory". In addition to that the Summer Transition Program requires me to attend 5.5 days of class per week. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Summer classes. I really can't believe that this is what I signed up for.
But I guess in the end it's really a no pain no gain thing. Eighteen people had the guts to take a break and wait for the school to open. I should have more faith seeing as I really didn't sacrifice all that much.
That afternoon after that was spent running errands in school and I finally have my hablon sablay. I still don't get why a piece of woven piece of cloth can cost 700. It's also not exactly pretty but ah well it's proof of how I once was a UP student. Whatever the case I'm just really happy I'm graduating from UP no less. Despite knowing that my heart has always belonged to Ateneo, graduating from UP is one of the few things I'm genuinely proud of.
It wasn't until my mom called and asked me to help Anj look for a unit in Eastwood and accompany her mom when she visits next week, that I felt entirely sure about my decision. Then it hit me. I'm going to ASMPH with a number of family friends people who pretty much grew up the same way I did. It really does all make sense. I got set back a year and will graduate in time to enroll in Ateneo. My parents got the unit in Eastwood. I'll be working with people I like. It's so frighteningly convenient. All the random events that always seemed so scattered and painful. Not cleaning up early enough to prevent getting bad grades which ultimately led to my PGH disaster. Bumming and making swimming among my top priorities during the first sem and that chance meeting with Joe while waiting for Kevin in Cervini. It makes so much sense and everything's really just falling into place. It just blows my mind.
It's really true after all. The universe does conspire to give you what you want. It's only a matter of wanting it badly enough. I just wish all the people I care about feel this way soon. :)
I still can't believe I confirmed. I am now a med student. I'm still blown away.
"And in came a heatwave. A merciful save. You choose, you chose. Poetry over prose."
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| PGH Interview |
[05 Feb 2007|09:30pm] |
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I honestly don't know how I feel about this. I want so badly to be happy for myself but I cannot seem to bring myself to just do it.
It's strange really how I can feel empty at the same time suffocated. The pressure is palpable and it's something that's not easy to deal with at this point.
I really thought I'd be happy and take it for what it is but I'm drained and for the most part oddly depressed and still don't really know what to think or make of it.
*sigh* One day at a time. It's not final. One day at a time.
"Demasiada lluvia sobre el paraíso"
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| All I Want For Christmas |
[28 Dec 2006|01:30pm] |
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Christmas is always an interesting season. It's a day or season that's incredibly universal but at the same time holds unique meanings that vary from person to person and change throughout the years. At 21 I can't say that I've truly grasped the essence and or true meaning of Christmas and sometimes feel guilty for not knowing any better than my 17 year old self.
I probably should drown myself for this but it seems to me that most Christmases it's always about what getting what I want. Well... not purely getting what I want but something about the holiday season just makes me feel like I deserve to be happy.
As a kid christmas was so easy to describe. It was always like an extended birthday season plus Christmas food and Christmas decorations. It was about getting the most presents and opening them together. It wasn't until late childhood that what I got even mattered. In all honestly nothing beat the exhilaration and excitement involved in tearing open presents. I don't know if this holds true to everyone but back then getting a present in a those bag things was much worse than getting a present I didn't like simply because I felt cheated when I couldn't "open" my presents the "usual" way. Kid logic shall forever escape me.
At 21 it's pretty much the same. I still expect to get what I want, more so than during any other time of year but the only difference is what I want obviously changes and becomes more difficult to define, oftentimes almost abstract. I'd like to think that the things that I now want also benefit others. Admittedly I find myself less aware of the days and consequentially fail to really countdown. But unlike before I no longer dread the family dinners nor wish them to be over just so I can get down to the business of opening my presents. Again, this does imply that I no longer look forward to presents as much as I used to and I guess to some degree it does hold true. Gosh! I'd hate to think it's because presents become less special. So instead I'd say that at 21 most presents are easy enough to buy on your own and the material thing doesn't really weigh as heavily as it used to and what really matters is that you are remembered and loved. I guess it's also why I don't get as worked up. I mean when you know you're getting what you really want the date really doesn't matter all that much.
I really miss being a kid during Christmas. I miss counting the days to the eve of the 25th and being so impatient and feeling that it was taking an eternity. I miss being gripped so cruelly by the temptation to open my presents. And yes, I am guilty of peeking. I miss bragging about being able to stay up the longest after Christmas and watching the fireworks. I miss many more things about Christmas but at the same time I'm happy that Christmas has changed for me and more than anything I think I'm happy that I'm finally growing into who I was born to be.
I think that's what I'm giving myself this year. Of course I don't think I'd ever be completely happy and comfortable with myself and I'm sure I'll always have the chip on my shoulder but I think it's about time I learned to accept myself and be comfortable with that person.
Hmmmm... so where exactly does Jesus' birthday fit in all this? Don't get me wrong I'm really not an atheist nor do I aspire to be some sort of ultimate demon but I think that everyone should be allowed to celebrate Christmas and something that universal would be difficult to unify with the birth of a religious figure even if He is Jesus Christ. Yup, I'd like to think of Christmas as something more universal. I know it's terribly corny but perhaps it's something more like the birth of humanity. And nope not the type of humanity that's civilization or sociology related. I believe that in the end it's enough to want everyone else to be happy or at least just wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. Gosh! I really wish I don't burn in hell for this.
Haha I'm one to talk when I'm really not sure of what I really, really, really want yet but I do know what I asked for at least for the season. I'm happy to say that it's just like last year. Of course all hopes of having a completely normal family are best thrown out the window but when I really think about it, dwelling on issues that come with things no one can control is even more futile and at this point it's really just sweating over the smaller stuff.
So yes, just like last year I got exactly what I wanted. :)
"I know it's gonna be all right. Everyone's together tonight. Feeling good."
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| My Day Off |
[20 Nov 2006|02:47pm] |
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It is curious that the first thing I did was go to Starbucks Katipunan to finish my computations and research on osteosarcoma. PGH definitely does strange things to people. I have stopped feeling deprived and time seems to be going at a very strange pace. I've lost all sense of time and live by the deadline or the schedule of my tour of duty. I don't think I even feel very tired anymore. Living on two hours of sleep and a cup of coffee has made me numb. I seriously think I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of going all the way to Katipunan if I didn't need to work on graduation and med school requirements.
It's only now that I'm beginning to feel the deprivation and somewhat saddened by having my life revolve around the hospital and my patients. While I really do not mind and in fact think that God has sent me lifetime's supply of confirmatory signs throughout the course of my stay, I am now more aware of what I've given up to be here. I have given up countless invitations to go out with friends, the opportunity to model in Macau and a final casting for a fast food commercial. What scares me is that it's not really on my mind when I'm on a case I'm a case and little else really matters. It's a bit daunting to know and realize that you have found the one thing you have to do or die and taking responsibility and owning up to it is a completely different story.
Whatever the case I'm happy that I did decide to go back. Katipunan is definitely a wonderful place and conducive for learning. It was like coming home. I can't wait to do it again a little more permanently when my internship ends. But then again maybe be convinced to move to Eastwood a little earlier? At any rate I think I would like to have a life again... even for a short while.
I spent most of the day running errands and spent the afternoon the way I usually spend my lazy afternoons. I missed the boys and hanging out in 106 will always be fun. I went home with another job offer that I'm likely to do even if I'll be busy then but I'm still not sold on the whole speed dating thing even if we're friends. I now have three stickers and 18 stickers (urgh!) away from getting another Starbucks planner. For the most part I'm happy I got to spend the afternoon with some of the people that I love the most. As for the one person I probably should have notified, trust me it's gonna happen, no need for 15 messages sent via email for that. ;) First thing when I'm back (again). I promise. :)
Two more weeks. It'd be smooth sailing from there and though I really don't want to admit it I'm excited for Moro with Kenny and Malds. High stakes bets are always fun. :) Two more weeks. One last case study and the whole administration phase. It simply cannot be that hard. Two more weeks. I have a good feeling. :)
Oh by the way I heard the ward 14-A nurses talking. You know... errr... the gay ones! Hahaha apparently you're bound to be McDreamy everywhere you go. ;)
Ah well back to work and the heartbreaking case of my 20 year old patient with osteosarcoma.
"Better days and get aways are so nice 'cause when I am with you."
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| My Internship |
[13 Nov 2006|11:08am] |
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It's not so bad. Well not as bad as it was for me during the first few days. Gone are the weepy and near psychotic moments when I sadly took it all out on my mother. Bless her soul and her infinite patience for her retarded daughter.
Speaking of which, there's really no better word to describe this whole experience. For starters the workload is retarded. How on earth do they expect you to be on duty at 5 in the morning screen 20 patients, make one case study and do the rest of the other equally retarded assignments for the next day? Ah well, all in a days work.
Another thing that's retarded is the schedule! As mentioned sometimes duty starts at 5 in the morning but of course this is PGH so the torture simpy CANNOT end there. For most phases we have one day off but for others we don't even get that one measley day off!
Of course the whole experience can never be complete without the retarded patients! I hate to say this but no day is dull and something always happens during rounds.
Patient No. 1 = Should be in PSYCH in ward but wasn't transferred. I had the misfortune of having to screen, assess him and follow his progress. I don't want to mean about it but I have to say the whole experience was rather colorful. He kept insisting that I was there for a shooting and I kind of think he was under the impression that I was his talent agent.
Patient No. 2 = Kept ranting to me about how my fastfood lifestyle would be the death of me. I swear I could barely keep myself and my good bedside manner intact while listening to him go on and on and on and on about his vegetarianism. But after going through his charts it was hard to keep a straight face. Surprise! Surprise! He was confined because he drank his car oil since he couldn't get his hands on any other form of alcohol.
I could go on but case studies, lecture an assessment reports await. PGH is such a circus and I haven't even bagan to rant about the abundance of creepy patients and the few occasional creepy doctors who never fail to disgust me whenever they try to hit on me. These people obviously have nothing better to do. Circus animals no less.
Ah well a few more weeks and I'll be soooooooooooo much closer to my happily ever after in my dream school/hospital and definitely my McDreamy. ;)
"Live through this, and you won't look back..."
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| Believe |
[25 Sep 2006|12:12am] |
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It was the best game ever! And as Kevin puts it "T*ng *n*. ONE BIG FIGHT!". I'm still not over it. :)
I remember wringing my cold sweaty hands and sitting on the edge of the terrible upper B chairs. Yep, the tension had managed to help get me past my overwhelming desire to strangle the stupid high school boys seated in front of us. I remember rejoicing and thinking it was in the bag when Ateneo scored two points leaving UST with just 23 seconds. I remember all the heart attack comments I made with the boys. I remember the despair and idignation for the ref's bad calls when UST managed to score another two points, this time leaving Ateneo a point down with just a second on the clock. I could barely watch and I swear I don't know what compelled me to stay but I'm glad I did because before I knew it Kramer won the game for Ateneo and we were all jumping, screaming and hugging each other.
Yup, definitely the best game ever. I'm glad I off-handedly asked for a ticket during one of those bangag 106 nights and ecstatic that I actually managed to watch it live. It's been a while since the last time I've watched a UAAP game live and an even longer while since I last rooted for and wanted so desperately to study in Ateneo.
A terrible shame I can't cut class on Thursday to watch the next game. Laboratory classes suck! But life is good. Despite myself something that I shouldn't even consider made me... well... happy. Whatever at least it's not a problem anymore. Hahaha I feel like I did the summer before I hit 3rd year. >_<
Funny really every weekend I seem to do something incredibly stupid. While this weekend's disaster was more tame by a mile I still really need to replace my brain. I really should make more of an effort to stop embarrassing myself. Ah well let's just hope this weekend's resolution will wind up like or even better than last weekend's disaster. XD
Life is good and it was a perfect ending to a unspeakably wonderful weekend. :) Silly really, it's just a basketball game but it makes me more confident in my choosing to be an Atenista again. Hehehe win or lose it's the school we choose. :)
"We will live for love united. Come together undivided."
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Now that I'm done with what I've set off to finish for the day I will now take the time to launch into a rather ridiculous tirade on one of nature's biggest and most deadly disasters. They're not all that difficult to spot, often making spectacles of their overly pa-cute selves in class in a effort to desperately suck up to the teacher. Yes, we all have horror stories in which know-it-all-first years who happen to not really know it all play the leading role. ARGH!!!! DEATH to all these horrible little atrocities!!!
What on earth is wrong these little pieces of God-knows-what? I had the misfortune of asking this little turd to make the outline of our group report. This of course made the vile creature extremely happy and assumed that he was in charge. Oh dear Lord, I so regret doing that.
Our report's scheduled on Thursday but my dear little groupmate insists that we all pass our presentations by Saturday 10am. Of course no one complied and I really wasn't all that surprised when I found out that I was the first one to pass when I did five hours ago.
Already quite pissed with the work schedule and the constant text messages I obviously wasn't in the best of moods. But what drove me insane was his insistence on adding more to my already long presentation. When you know you only have 20 minutes to present why bother going into the gritty details of an a slightly unimportant and unrelated subtopic?
OK I was nice and patient and decided to leaf through the text. But when I found out that it was a slightly more detailed version of what I already made I was torn between thinking that either my groupmate didn't really read through my work or is simply too stupid to read the text and just enjoyed looking at the prettier pictures to which the detailing is absolutely unecessary. My dear, when you put something on a slide it has to be there for a reason. You can't simply say "Classmates this is a nice picture please concentrate on that and not ask me about the details as it is not really supposed to part of my report". Geeez! What an amateur!
Of course I complained about this and to my surprise Captain Brainless decided to tell me that the information I placed is inadequate. Sure I placed a one sentence explanation on the powerpoint but I had it all neatly explained in the full report. Doi! Text heavy powerpoints are so... substandard ugh! Let's not even go there.
Tasha's work: Stars come in all shapes and sizes, but you can imagine a simple star as something like sparkler compound formed into a ball the size of a pea or a dime. The stars are poured into the tube and then surrounded by black powder. When the fuse burns into the shell, it ignites the bursting charge, causing the shell to explode. The explosion ignites the outside of the stars, which begin to burn with bright showers of sparks. Since the explosion throws the stars in all directions, you get the huge sphere of sparkling light that is so familiar at fireworks displays.
Caption Brainless' suggestion: Stars are the precious cargo carried by "aerial" fireworks, like this one. An unlit star isn't much to look at—just a dull black lump about the size of a jawbreaker. But appearances can be deceiving. When ignited, stars create the breath-taking flashes of color and light that elicit "ooohs" and "ahhhs" from even the most jaded spectators.
Wow! That was definitey more informative! Oh dear God I think I want to die! I seriously think he's off his rocker. I dread to have to deal with this tomorrow but this time I shall not hesitate to expose him for what he really is. Oh yes, I shall not be a pushover and I might just manage to enjoy tomorrow. *evil laugh*
"Lead in his head. They put a little lead in, in his head."
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