Archive for September, 2007

Psychiatric Nursing Part 2- Memorable Patients

Posted in Nursing Internship with tags , , , , , , , , on 30 September 2007 by Richmond

Before posting about the therapies and my process recording (Process Recording is the flow of conversation between the therapist with some psyche explanations and many more.), I think I have to tell you first about the notable people that I met inside.

NOTE: I cannot mention the names of the patients. As a rule, I do not mention the names of my patients, other patients, my professors, my Clinical Instructors and my school and even the hospitals where I attend my duty. It is a self-imposed rule.

SPO1 (Not Senior Police Officer, SPO means Sexually Pre-Occupied):

Uhm… on our first day, SPO1 was the most enthusiastic inside the patients’ dorm. I was actually thinking of taking him as my client but the choice of patients was not in our hands but in the attendant’s hand. He was really cheerful and we didn’t know that he loves to masturbate.

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Psychiatric Nursing- Orientation Phase

Posted in Nursing Internship with tags , , , on 27 September 2007 by Richmond

The ambiance in the Mental hospital is not what I expected. It isn’t as hospitally as far as the environment is concerned. I mean the white gleaming tiles, the hospital beds and all are waaaay far from this Mental Hospital… all our therapies are done at the hospitals yard under the ancient mango trees that dot the place. It feels like we’re having a picnic.

We were all grouped by twos. I was paired with Aiza. We have to join forces to facilitate the therapy of the assigned patient but the problem is we both antagonize each other. For example, during therapeutic communication her questions are leading to the east while my statements are leading us west. We just couldn’t agree on a lot of things. Aiza is a very intelligent and a really nice person and I should be happy that she is my partner but there are just things that I would rather do by myself. Anyway we were able to get some information from our client. Aiza was able to get the state of his orientation to the “outside world” and a lot of the personal data of our patient while I discovered that our patient was brought in the hospital from Cabanatuan because of Marijuana and other drug abuse, i was also able to know about his close, very close, attachment to his family and his girlfriend, whom he said looks like Alice Dickson.

I think I’ll just post our process recording, mental asssessment, and psychotherapy with the patient and more next week. There are just too many requirements. I guess i wouldn’t have a long night sleep tonight.

Virgo

Posted in Nursing Internship with tags , , , on 26 September 2007 by Richmond

The Bottom Line

Your newest activities will have a more confusing effect on your life than expected.

In Detail

Your newest scheduled activities might have a more confusing effect on your life than you expected — but clarity is just a matter of getting a handle on all the details! Do a little research today, and your vision will start to become more vivid. You’ll start seeing everything in a more positive light and you may even start feeling downright cocky about how you will handle things. What you used to think was a problem will turn out to be a new puzzle to solve.

I am scheduled to have my psychiatric nursing tomorrow at a mental hospital. I just hoping that I won’t wind up with the people in there.

Relax Lang, Puso Mo Baka Malaglag. (Just relax, Or You Might Drop Your Heart.)

Posted in Catharsis, Internet on 22 September 2007 by Richmond

I was actually planning to write somthing else… but yeah… I guess i’ll just post this picture.

I Am Sorry

This Week

Posted in Catharsis, Nursing Internship, School Affairs on 20 September 2007 by Richmond

Okay, I am not depressed anymore. I think that depression that I just had was due to the bad weather, you know, less sunlight equals to less melatonin equals to sadness. But I do not have a Seasonal Affective Disorder, I think there are just those days.

I feel all good now. The Self Awareness that we had yesterday, as a preparation for our duty in the Mental Hospital, really helped me a lot. I didn’t know that my groupmates feel that way about me. That they “respect” me and really look up to me. Yeah, that was a great boost to my self esteem. it was a fun day, although I should say that it wasn’t that therapeutic in General. A lot of my classmates were crying in the end. It was like discovering a blank spot in my Johari’s Window (Click here) and finally opening a new chapter in my knowledge of my self. It was cool.

There is a week long celebration in our school so we didn’t have our duty in Mental Hospital for today until Saturday. Darn it, we’ll only have it for only a week, I mean three days, next week.

And since this was the case, our group in Pol Sci took advantage of the moment; this afternoon I’ll be going to the Provincial City jail and spend a whole 24 hour-cycle inside with the prisoners for our Documentary Film. I thought this was exciting weeks ago, but now, erm… i don’t know.

There are only three boys in our Group, Neil, Ray and I, so we’ll all going to go inside. We’ll to keep each other safe. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

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Posted in Catharsis on 17 September 2007 by Richmond

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A Letter to Someone

Posted in Letter to Someone on 11 September 2007 by Richmond

Dear So-and So,

In my yearning to re-educate myself of the countless lessons that I have easily forgotten in my Nursing Major Subjects I finally took the step to dive into the huge bulk of dusty old notes, hand outs, books and envelops that were left untouched and were piled in my bookshelf, when I came to find an old brown envelop. What really caught my attention was the 6 paged term paper that I passed to you about four years ago.

It is about the different theories proposed by Piaget, Kohlberg and Freud. My term paper was written in a very bad English, not that I have improved since then, but I found it very much embarrassing and amusing at the same time. Funny how that sometimes happen, eh?

And it all came back to me, how you challenged our whole class into a bet saying that our particular block will fail to have a 100% submission on the deadline, and how we won and you paid us through your queer “children’s party.” Yes, you called it our “children’s party.” You asked us to bring our own childhood photos and recite to the class the story behind each photo as we lick our ice creams and muffins. It was indeed a cool experience. You even taught us how to tell a Spanish Bread from the other bread. You joked, “Just ask ‘¿Cómo estás?’ and if it answered back, it is a Spanish Bread.” You laughed at your own silliness; I merely smirked at your facial expression.

I also remember your Final examination when you asked in the last item, for 5 points, about what sort of gift we would give you on your birthday. I said the photocopy of JK Rowling’s draft of Harry Potter. I said the photocopy only, since I’ll be keeping the original. You don’t know that I sniggered as my ink smeared the test paper with my abominable penmanship.

Yes, your class has been the coolest thing in my freshman year, yet it would have been ten notches cooler if you were able to hypnotized me with your sooper dee dooper amazing “Hand Levitation.” I felt bad that I was not affected by your ethereal voice or even the hair raising sounds of your windchimes as you ordered us to clear our minds and focus; to let go of all the mundane of the other classrooms. My classmates yelped in amazement as their hands remained standing on invisible air, withstanding any physical force to bend them low. Such a great power, and I felt even more bitter.

And I prepared my self to hate you, but I was unsuccessful. Maybe because you were really hilarious when you, one day, stood on top of the table and started stretching your arms and feet as you do the so-called “Shibashi”- the ancient art of deep breathing. You made us stand also as we stretched our arms and inhaled and exhaled audibly as you relate us the story, or rather the Nursery rhyme of the Malaking Siopao (Ultra Massive Steamed Dimsum). It was funny. It was liberating. It was funny and liberating to be ridiculous sometimes.

I read my term paper for the third time and so I concluded, you are the strangest, but in a good way, professor that I have ever had. Indeed nobody surpassed your uniqueness, not even the historian who bawled and sniffed as he told us about the People Power Revolution, or the ex-seminarian who cheerfully reminded us that cheating is only wrong when somebody caught you, or the young lady who joked that a comatose man who ejaculates after your diligent massage on his penis is not really under coma but is actually awake and is just pretending to be asleep.

I am nearing my retirement now as a college student and I swear you will be one of the reasons I will never forget my college life. Thank you.

Sincerely yours,

Lousy Weekend

Posted in School Affairs on 9 September 2007 by Richmond

For the first time I had a Sunday break. I am currently interning as an Industrial Nurse in a bank. Since the bank opens only from Monday to Friday, I have a Saturdy break. Instead of having the Saturday off, I decided to take my Sunday lesson on saturday and enjoy my one day long vacation today, Sunday. But heck, there was a blackout this morning so I was not able to watch any TV program.

ASS the Story Goes

Posted in Health, Nostalgia, Stupid on 2 September 2007 by Richmond

I just heard from my classmates about the seminar that I attended this morning in Olongapo city. I really do not know who among my classmates were coming, all i knew was that they were planning to meet at the bus terminal before 6 AM. Since my cellphone is broken and i handed it over to my sister to pay for the fixing (She’s by the way in Manila right now), I did not have any kind of communication to my classmates.

I was alone at the terminal at 5:30. At 6:30 they still were not around, I was already planning to go by myself until Junessa came. She told me that all of them were waiting in the Victory Liner bus terminal. I asked why she went straight to this terminal, she said she was expecting that they were not riding the Victory Liner. :) I told her God sent her to me.

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A Thousand Wounds and a Free Lunch

Posted in Nursing Internship on 1 September 2007 by Richmond

The next stop for our school nursing was Hermosa, Bataan. Hermosa is largely a rural town. Most of the people are either farmers or fishermen in huge fishponds that line the Manila Bay.

Compare to the one we had last week, the school where we attended this time is smaller. There is no two-story buildings and concrete pavement. The school is built face to face to a ricefield that extends as far as the road goes.

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