Bittersweet

I was actually planning to write an entry about how Jovelle and I almost killed our groupmate in our thesis yesterday…. but while waiting for wordpress to load, i started looking at the yahoo news and saw an article with this introduction;

What picture shows a dramatic gold and orange sky and a teenage boy in glasses reaching upward?

Guess what it is all about.

Yangkumi!!

I didn’t know that Gokusen has an anime version, I mean, was actually shown in anime before the soap opera version.

Parang Lasing Lang

You know you can’t fool me I’ve been loving you too long It started so easy You want to carry on….

 

 

This week would be our last “Normal Duty” (I mean not make up duty) for the semester. We are currently interning in a private hospital and were stationed at the Operating Room. Since there was no scheduled operation at our time and our CI was attending a baccalaureate mass for the graduating seniors, we were told to go home just after we signed in at 6:30 AM.

Instead of going home, Leslie asked us if we would want to go for a drink in a bar. but since the sun has already risen, we decided to just watch a movie at Mara’s place since her house is just within the vicinity (plus going to bars in uniforms, even in theaters and same places, are extremely prohibited by the College of Nursing).

Leslie suggested that we can buy a pirated VCD to watch. Neil suggested porn. I said Hentai would be cool. Everyone were cool and extremely excited with the idea.

Seven

For the second semester I recorded a total of;

• 3 Excused Absences (when I had a gastritis) in hospital duty which is equivalent to 3 Make up Duties…
• 1 more than fifteen minutes late which is equivalent to an absence which is equals to 3 Make Up Duties…
• and one less than fifteen minutes late which is equals to 1 make up duty.

Overall I’ll spend seven days attending my make up duties next week, which is the bad news, the even worse news is… one case and 10 NCP will be passed everyday. Therefore I have to pass 7 case studies (not to be defended) plus 70 Nursing Care Plans.
So I won’t be able to write anything for the coming says. Wish me luck!

Save Gee Ann

The last time I posted something about Pinoy Big Brother, i said that i’ll just post ”my reviews” about the other housemates after two weeks. But since four were already nominated I guess I’ll post something about the other three nominees whom I have not yet written an entry about.

Kian Kazemi, “Half Breed” Persian and a Pinoy. The moment I saw him enter the house I immediately thought that the guy has a very ethereally big head personality. He seemed very at home already that even Nel was intimidated and stupified for a moment and for the first time has not dropped a single joke (except the “you-are-so-handsome-greeting”). He was nominated by Big Brother because of a major violation. Somehow he reminds me of a Season 1 housemate, JB Magsaysay.

Given only 30 seconds last Sunday to ask the people’s vote he went on like, “Gagawin ko po ang lahat para mas mapasaya pa kayo.” (man I was so irritated.).

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Ma. Jasmin Engracia, a Davaowenia. Definitely the most unpopular housemate in and outside Big Brother’s house. Tagged by wendy as Mahadera, she immediately revealed her repulsive attitude the moment she entered the house. Everyone, especially Zeke, was nice and joking to her. Everybody tried there best to befriend her but she just won’t take the mickey from any of their jokes. The next day proved to be worse. She started bossing everyone around, rejecting all their suggestions on their weekly task. And lately, she has been getting really close to her fellow nominee, Kian (what a great couple).

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Maria Beatriz Saw, the NPA (no permanent addresss) lady. She’s funny and very nice that’s why I am a bit confused by her tagname as “The Sassy Girl Housemate”. Uhm… I sometimes like her but sometimes I found her giggles insincere. But I still think she’s nice, and cute and bubbly. I also think she’s smart, she’s the only person, besides Mickey, who really gives sensible advices and very tact  comments to the housemates. (Mental Note: I wonder where I can get the answer book that she’s been sporting since her entry.)

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Or you may text your votes… This is the example…

Wala Namang Balat ang Pwet Ko ah.

Last week, the representative of Nursing Students announced that the Junior and Senior Students are expected to attend a seminar today. We were ordered to wear white T-shirts and jeans instead of the Nursing Academic Uniform. So although we have our scheduled Final Case Presentation of Parkinson’s Disease, and a long Quiz in Surgical Nursing, I wore the cursed garments.

What I didn’t know was that there was an announcement from the level III coordinator that the stupid Nursing Representative was wrong and, again, stupid. Juniors are not meant to attend the seminar.

But of course nobody texted me this information because, No. 1) I am a Globe subscriber while the rest of my classmates are Smart users and No. 2) my younger sister is using my cellphone since mid February since I do not use my cellphone and she paid for its repair (her CP is, unfortunately, broken beyond repair.).

So I went to school at 7. I was able to pass by the guards. But by 8:00 I met Lallaine and I started reading my part in our Case Presentation. I was the one who typed (I mean Copied from the Net) the Anatomy and Physiology of Substancia Nigra and Basal Ganglia I found the information were insufficient and too simple yet really incomprehensible. So I asked Lallaine if I could change the page. She said yes… annoyed.

I went outside the school since the Com Shop inside the campus is still close. When I was finally outside, I just thought that the copy and paste technique might take very long and I might not be able to come on time for the Case Pres so I decided to go back. When I stepped into the gate, the two hulking Ogres (aka Guards) stopped me. They were asking why I wasn’t in uniform. So I explained everything. They were not satisfied so they brought me to the Level III coordinator (my professor). I was a bit happy of the idea since my Professor and I were in a very good speaking terms. But he sadly told me that the rules should be abided and I must go. I argued that today was our Final Case Pres but he pitifully turned me to the guard, who was grinning like a stupid gargoyle.

Before I went outside I called Mara. She lives nearby so I was expecting that she knew someone who may lend me a Uniform, but according to her all she knows is her Ex Boyfriend.

So we roamed around. She suggested that we could rent a Uniform from STI students nearby. But the guys there look like hoodlums so I refused the idea. I was beginning to panic when I had finally had an Idea.

We went to the nearest shop and bought a cheap, white polo almost identical to our uniform. The only problem now was my jeans and rubber shoes but I still gambled and I was finally able to enter.

The comshop inside the campus was already open that time so I decided to continue to edit the Anatomy and Physiology. With some deleting here and typing there I was able to make the pages. But while the lady was printing my piece, there had been a power interruption (in the middle of the printing ARGH!).

So I paid ten pesos and hurried to our room. I was on time. The Panel was there already and the POWER HAS FINALLY RESUMED.

PS My defense of the Anatomy and Physiology was a complete fiasco. I stood under the panel’s scrutiny for exactly 45 minutes.

Nang Dahil sa Potassium Chloride

May natanggap akong comment mula kay Village Tickler (aka Gari) at ito yun

Hi MonMon.

When I was still busy in one of my bangketa, I had that same freaking out mirror image of mine. I asked around if it was me and most of my blogger-commenter said: yeah, it’s you, move on! and that was not me at all.

Ano daw? Wala lang

Village Tickler

PS: ingat ingat sa potassium chloride.

Ang totoo nabasa ko rin yung entry nyang ‘yon, yung tungkol sa lalaking may hawak yatang bata. Hinahanap ko nga iyon nang mailink sana sa sinulat kong Mirror Mirror on the Wall, kaso sa sobrang dalas nyang magblog, di ko makita.

Subalit hindi naman ‘yon yung gusto kong pagtuunan ng pansin. Nung nabasa ko yung PS nya na, “ingat ingat sa potassium chloride.” , natawa talaga ako kasi meron akong naalala. Umiyak kasi doon yung kaklase ko nung pinagpracticum sya on the spot ng Clinical Instructor namin sa isang pribadong ospital. Naglagay ang CI namin ng tatlong bote ng walang kulay na likdo sa tray, yung isa Plain NSS (tubig), yung isa 50% Glucose yata, at yung isa nga ay Potassium Chloride. Naihalo nya yung gamot sa Glucose (hindi sa Potassium Chloride hehe). Pinilit nyang alugin yung bote para matunaw yung gamot pero walang nangyayari, paano nga naman matutunaw ang gamot sa 50% glucose, super saturated na nun sa asukal, di ba? Sayang ang galing pamandin nyang mag demo kaso sablay kasi ‘di nya binasa yung labels nung mga kemikal sa harap nya.

Marahil naitype nya yung komentong yun dahil sa nakaraang balita tungkol dun sa batang iniksyunan ng kemikal na ito.

Ang potassium chloride ay isang kemikal na walang kulay, walang amoy at kasing labnaw ng tubig. Karaniwang ibinibigay ito sa mga taong nagkakaroon ng Hypokalemia o biglang pagbaba ng antas ng potassium sa katawan. Nakalagay ito sa isang transparent na bote na kasing laki ng pangkaraniwang bote ng plain NSS (tubig na may asin) na karaniwan namang ginagamit sa paghahalo ng mga pinulbos na gamot na pang iniksyon.

Ang pagkakatulad ng Potassium Chloride at ng Tubig ay sadyang maipagkakamali kaya naman talagang dapat maging alerto ang isang Nurse sa pagbibigay ng mga gamot. Sadyang mapanganib ang kemikal na ito. Ayon sa aking narinig (subalit di ako sigurado kung totoo) isa ito sa mga ibinigay kay Leo Echegaray ng sya’y bitayin. Hindi rin basta basta ang paggamit bilang lunas sa Hypokalemia, kung hindi ako nagkakamali (hindi uli ako sigurado) hindi ito maaring diretsahang iturok sa maysakit. Kailangan muna itong ihalo sa swero ng pasyente. Ayon nga sa Clinical Instructor ko, “Huwag na huwag kayong mag a-IV bolus ng Potassium Chloride kahit pa iutos ng Duktor. Hayaan nyo sya kung malakas ang loob nya.”

Just Sing

Today we held the first Pin and Turn Over Ceremony. It is more like the symbolic giving of the Seniors of their status as the Institute of Nursing and Midwifery’s, to us Juniors, the future Seniors. It’s almost like the Senior Version of Capping, Candlelighting Ceremony for the incoming Third Year Nursing Students.

I was at the place at 7.Then I saw my former blockmates. We were talking when they suddenly sniggered then pointed through their lips at my back. I turned around and saw a lady (about in her late twenties or early thirties). Besides the slightly, just slightly, disheveled hair and the cardboard where she occasionally writes on, there’s nothing unusual with the girl.

I looked at them bewildered so they whispered that the woman’s mad. I made a second look and saw that the lady was wearing a lipstick and has really neat clothing. I did not believe them so I went across the street to make a general surveillance.

Sure enough, the lady was indeed crazy. She was waving and talking at people God only knows who and where. She sometimes jots on her cardboard as if making an inventory then smiles at her side as if somebody has just whispered a joke.

According to what I heard, she went down from a passenger jeepney. If not because of her colored shirt and faded jeans that contrast the white clad of Nursing students, she would have been unnoticeable.

Then after the 3 hour ceremony while some of the Junior and senior blocks were taking their class pictures, the woman stepped on the stage. She took the microphone then gave a short remark in English.

All the people looked at her astounded yet amused. She was like, “I am really sorry because I really do not what to say right now, but for those who want to sing, just sing.”

She seemed very pleased with all the attention that she was garnering. She even went to the Block of Seniors who was taking their photos. (She wanted to be part of the section’s class pic I guess.)

Then she went to the microphone for the second time then made some thank you’s. A guy went beside her after she finished then grabbed the other microphone then said, “Sabi nya wag muna raw aalis kung gusto nyong magpapchur.” (She said don’t go yet if you want to have your pictures taken).

The crowd whistled and laughed. The woman looked at us all… smiled happily for her new found popularity.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Somebody told me that her boyfriend looks just like me. So I looked at her cellphone and I hastily and defensively dismissed the remark (but actually I was very convinced). Then weeks and weeks ago I read this blog article.

So maybe people really do have a look alike. So who looks like who?

Bikoy and a first-degree-friend in friendster (click images). Who’s who?

Happy Birthday

Happy |Birthday to my father. Too bad there has been a power interruption in the whole zone (I live in Bataan Economic Zone).