MY LIVE IN YOUR FASE

08:45 am - 20

05:48 am

I miss having meaningful conversations.

05:19 am

It's been a busy rotation at Crisostomo Hospital - the place was so small that my groupates and I made individual rotations for department commands. Our clinical instructor was uberpassive; extremely timid, as if she didn't know what she was doing. And she had weird logic, telling me that .125mg twice a day was equivalent to 1mg a day. WTF. I have the test paper to prove that, but I won't get too deep into that.

My group had a case presentation last Friday - something we started working on the night before until morning. Made a little video presentation and a powerpoint slideshow and everything. We were overprepared. All of the other groups just stuck to reporting slideshows. My group literally threw up blood shooting our video presentation for 8 hours straight - not including the time it took to edit, convert and burn.

I'm starting Aikido next sunday. I seem to be the only weightlifter there, and I'll be fighting some highschool girls who've been practicing Aikido for years(it shows, with their belts of a dark shade of.... mm... BLACK). I'm also considering flexibility classes at the ballet school, but they require guys to wear tights. Screw that, man.

I'm not too good with my words, and I talk through instinct. My classmates are trying to teach me how to speak canto(street) tagalog. I've never said the word puta(bitch) so many times in my entire life.

Putang inang tagalog yan.

Something dawned upon me during my case presentation. I'm totally missing out on my college life escapades. What will I tell my children(knock on wood) when they ask me what my college life was like? I have to find myself a girlfriend, and fast.

08:00 am - Random

Is it(for) just me, or... Wandering(ABOUT?).
Who? I don't see... Oh. OH!
Don't think there's enough space in here.
Roger that.
Compress, then. You're coming in.

It's so weird. I had this dream wherein the dialogue above kept on repeating itself with random people..

I woke up to The Strokes' You Only Live Once blasting from MTV on my television. It's kind of weird since I barely watch TV nowdays, much less spend more than a channel-flipping glance on MTV.

I feel pretty happy. Just wanted to say, cause this doesn't really happen much.

06:02 am - weekend

Last Saturday's night shift ICU was supposed to be cancelled in exchange for a 30 page case study and an examination, but our instructor decided to push through with duty after having us report early - I skipped duty out of frustration and lack of sleep. God I hate geriatrics.

So, instead of catching up on lost sleep, I decided to hit Miko's place to watch Det play. I finally got to see the full force of Det with Mario, who can drum like a fucking beast - with 1 hand; and Justin who looked a whole lot like Louie. A surprise guest, Vic, joined in and pwnd the drums as well. Those guys fucking know how to play. Beiring and good music really fixed my really shitty week.

Yesterday, my windows XP crashed due to the the authenticity BS. I spent hours backing up files, reinstalling Windows and programs and fixing settings. A couple of hours after finally getting things set up, my computer crashes. I was supposed to reformat my drive and repeat the whole process again, but it was fucking 2 in the morning when that happened.

Man, fuck Windows.

04:14 am - TRIBE

Bros. We soldiering today? Where're we meeting and what do I bring?

Text me cause my phone's not sending messages for some reason.

09:40 pm - Miko's SJFA?!

Happy Spirit Journey Formation Anniversary, Mang.

Good times.

10:46 pm - Bored

( damn you, miko!!! )

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It's been a slow Sunday.

I got so see Miko and Migs yesterday night - I was dismissed a couple hours early from duty, due to a unit examination. We watched the new POTC movie - it was so goddamned long! I was thinking they'd go out and look for a magic lamp or something. That hidden blue guy startled me.

The new muse album is ok, I guess. I liked this song in particular - it reminds me of an 80's song of which i've forgotten the title. I'm at a loss of words.

Good night, internets.

11:02 am - Last night was pretty weird.

A kid was rushed to the ER. He had fallen down the stairs and had a pretty nasty laceration on his brow. As he was getting sutured he was screaming, "Tang ina nyo, mga demonio!! Bitawan nyo ako!!*" the whole time. It was pretty funny, coming from a 4 year old kid.

I had a patient come in seizing. He was diagnosed with a intracranial mass, and I was his SN for the night. His watchers were very nice and the patient himself was a real good sport about his upcoming mass-removing craniotomy - he even took the time to explain all of his symptoms, and give me a run-down of his medical history. He would go blank every once in a while - it was my first time to work hands-on with a seizing patient with a seizure aura. He was on a regular dose of diazepam for his convulsions. I felt weird after admitting him into the main ward.

I had a hard time sleeping this morning - I kept on having this dream that I was in the ER and patients kept on rushing in. Everytime I'd fall asleep, I'd imagine I was sleeping on duty, on an empty stretcher; and i'd sit up in bed right away. It took me a while to realize that I was, in fact, at home; and that I didn't have duty until noon.

*Your mothers are whores, you demons!! Let me go!!

12:49 am - Everyone knows someone.

I'm so fucking pissed. Some people can be so manipulative and so damned shameless. I remembered that that's why I hate public service. When you try to help people, it's usually not enough to lend a hand - anything less than an arm and a leg would make you the bad guy. And when the ingrates yell at you, all you can do is smile and say, "I'll see what I can do."

Shit like that can kill you. Everyone knows someone - apparently once you know someone, you get special treatment. It's not fucking fair. People in real distress come along so often and don't get any help, while abusive people who know people are attended to and given all the benefit health service discounts. Then those people have the audacity to blame the institution which helped them for not giving them absolutely free services?? Fuck you! I don't give a shit whether you are a Rotary king or if you know the head of any other institution - you came to our hospital for help, you fucking bastard!

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A nurse was rushed to the ER for a laceration on his hand - he had punched a wall, which was obviously a dumbass move. He was on duty when this happened - he was so proud of himself, with all of the female student nurses watching him getting stitches. I hated him. I hated his gelled-up hair. I hated his face. I hated his shoes. I hated how confident he was in himself, thinking he was all that for being stupid. I hated how the doctors gave him high fives and threw jokes around. I hated how he tried to play the role of mentor to us.

However, I loved how insanely mistaken he was as to why he was being surrounded by nursing students - see, in their eyes, he was just another minor case to be added to their portfolios, and at that moment, he was playing the role of patient - not mentor.

Bitch was drunk and should probably lose his job.

That is, of course, unless he knows someone.