Memorable Messages for Me when I Passed the Board Exam

These are some of the messages I received after passing the board exam; note- some of the messages may not be that significant for you but for me they are like diamonds falling down from heaven.

“TAE”

-text from PM last Thursday night when I told her that I’ll turn off my cellphone and I won’t go online since I thought I failed.

“May result na yung board! www.pinoybsn.blogspot.com now na.! Waah!”

-text from Uta, which prompted me to check http://nursingcrib.com

“ACOSTA, RICHMOND QUERUBIN!!!! NAME MO YUN DI BA?!!! MONMON, PUMASA KA!!! AAAHHH!”

-call from Erika. She was the first one to congratulate me. The list was still downloading when she called me that I passed.

“Richmond. Nakapasa ka sa board. Congrats. Querubin surname mo di ba? Mario to. Dito ka magtext- pasend naman kay Richmond. hehe.wala number nya dito sa Smart ko. Congratz monmon.”

-text from Mario which he sent to Uta  who relayed it to me since he was using a different sim card. And nope, Querubin is not my surname, it’s my middle name.

“Wahhh grabe sobrang tuwa ko. Parang ako yung pumasa! Congrats talaga Rich, I’m so happy for you. RN KA NA!”

-Erika, pahabol na text.

“djhgdroighroi;thw4′;tiwerth04yiw49ethwietu;4tu24otujerwithsdkfhw”

-congratulatory call from my sisters. We couldn’t  understand each other much. What is important is that I heard their voices… and their happy and proud. Acosta ngarud!

“Congratulations RN na kayo! Yehey! Ate to ni Lallaine, si Ate j-An. “

-text from Lallaine’s sister, which really surprised me since we’ve only met once.

“Richmond I’m so proud of you! Pinagmamalaki kita dito sa office! Hahaha. Yung diploma ko ha.”

-text from Gem Imee Acosta, my sister.

” Grabe, ang tatahimik ng mga kasama ko dito. Nagvovolunteer kasi ako sa Rotary.”

-text from John Lery, the only one who passed among the volunteers. He couldn’t celebrate so he just sent me all his happiness through text.

“yok adik ka.”

-text from Yani when I said I don’t know her real name.

“haha. Adik ka.”

- text reply from Yani when I said sorry because I couldn’t find her name since I don’t know her surname. Apparently,she already took and passed the board last June.

“Ayaw lumabas”

-text from Yani. “Ayaw lumabas” Hindi nung result ng board yun pala… natate pala sya

“Congratz satin. Mga unemployed nurses na tau.Pede na tau magrally. Dahil alang trabaho sa pinas.Haha”

-friendster testimonial from Hanzel.

I have more that 110 [and still counting] text messages in my inbox. It would take me weeks maybe before I decide to delete them HAAAYY! Ang saya!

Result of November 2008 Nursing Board Examination

WOOHOO! I PASSED!!! And I thank God. It was lucky, I guess.

I didn’t expect to pass. I made a vow that I will never post a comment in any blog (heck, I even made my blog private), since I don’t want to embarrass myself in my own blog. In fact last night when I received a text that the result is to be published today, I decided to turn off my cellphone so I can prevent people from calling me those stupid “im-sorry-you-failed” kind of messages. But now. AAAAAARRGH!!!

THANK GOD! THANK GOD!!

I had diarrhea. I fell asleep. And I died during the test!!!!!!!!!

BUT I MADE IT!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

WOOOHOOO!!

Thanks to my sisters for ALL… for EVERYTHING!!! Thanks to Lallaine Abracia for giving me tutorials when I cannot attend in any review center anymore. THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO PRAYED (especially to Dona Pia who even climbed Mount Samat just to pray for me and her sister)!!

CONGRATULATIONS TO US- NEW REGISTERED NURSES!!! WOOHOO!!!
I AM HAPPY! SUPER HAPPY!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Aja!

The state of being bum and jobless has finally started to nag in a form of a text message. It was really difficult knowing that people actually expect that I’d get a job immediately. I refuse to apply in any industry that has nothing to do with Health. But since the result of the board exam has not yet been revealed, the chance of finding a decent job in any hospital is anything but easy. Nevertheless I still took my chance and invited a friend to pass resumes to different hospitals and other places that might need a nurse.

I had a classmate in college who had been raving about a Korean clinic that specializes in alternative medicine that rents a space in their building. It has been a year ago since I thought of applying for a job their so I was clueless if they are still open for hiring- besides I don’t really know exactly what they do in there. Still, I took my chance and entered the building.

A continuous, incomprehensible, ultra-amplified, woman’s voice reverberates around the building as I went inside. It was funny and creepy in a sense but my instincts told me that I just need to follow the sound to see the place.

The floor where the clinic is located is hot and very humid. A dozen old people,mostly grandmothers , sat in rows of plastic, monobloc chairs as a woman of our age stood in front on an elevated platform as she gave her lecture in an overly jolly tone- making the whole place appear like a cross between a horribly made variety show and a busy bus terminal. The host’s scripted jovial disposition and corny jokes repulsed us. Leslie, my companion, stepped backward and refused to send her resume. I thought of running away too but it was too late, a guy saw us. He saw our resumes so we reluctantly passed them. He asked us if we wanted to see the place. So we did. He gave us number tags which we clipped on our chests. The host saw us and invited us to proceed in front- to introduce us.

The host made joke to us. She told us the Korean terms and greetings they used inside the place. It was exactly what I thought- a badly made variety show . I wasn’t embarrassed since the audience were mostly old women until she mentioned a dance title. She asked us if we can dance, I need not to say “yes“ or “no,” she just need to ask that since she was already playing a disc in her DVD. Then with a loud,booming voice she commannded the whole crowd to clap their hands because apparently we have become dancers. I don’t know how to dance and it freaked me out big time. We had another round of applause after our exhilarating number before we were finally beckoned to our seats. The guy who approached us first told us that we mights as well try out their service, automatic-massaging beds.

We lied on the bed. A woman interviewed me as I was having my massage. The interview was nothing formal but I think it went well with the massage.

After our therapy, Leslie swore that she wouldn’t accept the job no matter what.But a part of me seemed to have enjoyed the weirdness of the place. I don’t know…. ^_^