pre-sembreak jitters

two more weeks and still a ton of exams and requirements to go and we're so done with the semester! i seriously need thorough detox (or stresstabs). konting tiis na lang friends malapit na ang sembreak. i could practically taste sembreak already (yum yum).

leader ako? wtf.

for the first time in my whole pathetic college life, i was chosen to lead a group. what were they thinking?! gawd. seriously, either napagtripan or wala ng mapiling iba. i go for the latter. heller! groupmates walang sisihan ha. you know i can't handle too much responsibility. i'll try. but i'm not promising anything. :) goodluck sa presentation natin sa para 10N sa tuesday. hihihi.

Nursecissm

last Friday. every other batch presentation looked mediocre compared to the seniors'. ours? nvm. it wasn't sucky. but nvm. Hands to Cholo- Best Actor. woohoo! proud kami sa'yo.

till we meet again, Ward 10

Ward 10 was one helluvan experience. major toxicity. major everything. i had two patients, both on their late 20's. heaven knows why all the shy patients are assigned to me(we're supposed to have random assignments). both didn't want to have their breasts examined. kainis. the second one, really sure of her sexuality. i thought she was just tomboyish but then again...oops client confidentiality...

On our last day in the Ward, i was able to bathe one of the patients with Mae. major bathing experience pare. he was a he. and he had us sweating like crazy. my hair was a total mess (messier than usual) afterwards. and my energy was down to nil. if you're asking why, our patient was an 18-yr-old tubby boy post-op with fresh stapled and still slightly bleeding stitches from the left mandible to the ribs. it was real scary. i wanted to faint. but then again regained composure. ethics thing. we were really, really careful not to hurt him or move him too much because the staples looked like they readily pop out when provoked. i may get sued for medical malpractice, oh no. anyways, scrub scrub and we're done. we just had to repeat the scrubbing several times though because the layer of dead epithelia was so thick that one scrubbing wasn't enough. still scarier was the shampooing part. there was too much movement involved.

cheesy

i was fighting the urge to sleep on my pathophys class last thursday. it was such an ungodly hour and the temperature's perfect for dozing plus the fact that i had just eaten lunch and i didn't have enough sleep the night before. and still maybe because we were on cardiovascular(CV) diseases. i never liked the cardiovascular system. it's just a whole bunch of narrow tubes which, on my point of view, all looked alike, controlled by this muscular thing called the heart. very, very confusing. and now we had to study CV diseases. gawd i couldn't care less!

so anyway, i was on stage 1 (half-asleep, half-awake) of NREM on my sleep cycle, when i heard my teacher say something i knew i just had to take down:

"even before pathologic conditions, adaptable na ang heart"

i knew it meant much more than that. even before the heart gets hurt, it learns so much as it can take, and then it breaks. but the point is it learned. we learn and become better with every ache. hearts just don't become broken you know. sabi nga, "no matter how many times we've been burnt, the heart is incredibly resilient".

if you happen to ask where all this mushiness comes from... well, i don't f*ckin know!

torn

torn

my taggy's broken. arrgh. no time to fix it yet. but sembreaks coming up soon. so i'll have all the time in the world (bwahahahaha). i'm planning to go out of town though. naks, i sound like a jetsetter. haha. don't be fooled! after this sem i want to have a thorough detox something. kahit ano. basta detox. i want to go to pangasinan or baguio or even mt. province. sana matuloy. ahhh... so many plans... wala namang natutuloy.

basta alam ko, i'm in such an awkward position right now. hindi ko nanaman alam ang gagawin ko. help me...

our corregidor pics will be coming soon. (next attraction pa pala hehe).

Whoa Imelda!

We owe Imelda Marcos for putting the Philippines on the map because of her extravagant collection of shoes…thousands of them. People of the world have put up an amazing correlation, almost a congruency between her and her Guinness-worthy love for shoes. Imelda was an institution all on her own that she even had a whole new adjective coined after her- Imeldific. It was like she lived in a different reality, a bubble, with her glamorous wardrobe, her roomful of shoes and the illusion that being beautiful was her mission and purpose.

She would talk about love and beauty and the cosmos and how beauty has made her a "star and slave" and how beauty is "God and Love made real". Really, weird stuff. She had a museum built for her and dioramas depicting her "moments". NOw that was really really weird. Almost kinda freaky. Dioramas of yourself? Watdahel. Now, tell me she's not obsessed and borderline narcissistic. BUt I have to admit she is pretty. ANd the clothes, gawd, superb! fabulouso. I wouldn't comment on the political stuff, ill-gotten wealth etc. I don't know much about that. What I do know is that Imelda led an extravagant life. ANd maybe on one part, we can't blame her for being too Imeldific. Well, what can I day? she is Imelda.

I could go on and blab about Imelda forever but the documentary is still something you have to see to believe. I saw it last Monday and whoa was all I managed to say. Awestruck, flabbergasted, dumbfounded, confused, amazed, astounded, wowed, (credits to shift F9) everything! Words can’t possibly describe how I felt. I don’t know. It’s kind of a mixture of knowing and understanding and yet being utterly confused at the same time. Oh the irony that is Imelda!