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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Photos: Psych FC "Weekend Clini

That's Aleah (Mercurial Vapor), Ma'am Wamcie (T90) and of course, moi and my "boyfriend" the CTR360. (It took me a while to "make the commitment", but now I'm here, and football is such a joy to play....even if i'm still on the drills. :-))

Psych FC has expanded...:-) Wacks, the little boy of 5 years just wandered into our playing field and asked (very shyly) if he could kick the ball too. Guess what...he loved it so much.

So did his cousin Jill, 8, the swimmer, who could also kick a mean ball herself. :-)


Now why do I have the feeling he's going to want to play some more football this summer? ;-)

Double attack! :-) - with ma'am wamcie as goalie! :-p


post-football smiles. happy happy.


To be perfectly honest, I never did like football. I usually took up sports because either I couldn't stop thinking about it, or I was trying to impress someone.

This time,though,  I'm just learning for me. There's a lot about it to love. :-)

Love,

S.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Video: Ikaw Lamang

 

Call me corny, but after listening to this song from my friends' Petula and Berms wedding, I couldn't help but feel gooey after it. Now THAT is a great Tagalog love song. :-)


Ikaw ang pangakong taglay ng isang bituin 
Tanging pangarap sa Diyos ay hiling 
Makapiling sa bawat sandali 

Ikaw ang pag-ibig sa araw at gabi 
Ikaw ang pag-asang tanglaw sa dilim 
Napapawi'ng hirap at pighati 


Langit ang buhay sa tuwing ika'y hahagkan 
Anong ligaya sa tuwing ika'y mamasdan 
Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw 
Ikaw ang pangarap 
Ikaw lamang 

Ikaw ang pag-ibig sa araw at gabi 
Ikaw ang pag-asang tanglaw sa dilim 
Napapawi hirap at pighati 

Langit ang buhay sa tuwing ika'y hahagkan 
Anong ligaya sa tuwing ika'y mamasdan 
Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw 
Ikaw ang pangarap 
Ikaw lamang 

Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw 
Ikaw ang pangarap, ikaw lamang 

(Now that's true love.)


Love, 

S.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Photo: Chump

Chump. April 2012. Manila.
chump 2  (chmp)
                                           tr. & intr.v. chumpedchump·ingchumps
                               To chew or make a chewing movement.




Monday, April 23, 2012

Photo: Lings at Anselmo's garden

Ling is short for "Darling", a term of endearment my batchmates and I use. :-) This is just to remember the good times. Love, S.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Friday, April 13, 2012

Video: Stuttering



We watched this at the callroom earlier tonight...Me, Joff, Mia, and Lovelle. Joff did his standing ovation move, and promised undying love for Jessica Sanchez. (haha!)

I so love this song. so so so much. :-)

Maybe it's not just the song itself...i like the lyrics too.

:-)

So good! Go Jessica!!

Love,

S.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Photos: Football Afternoon

He just wandered into our game, and wouldn't let go of the ball... AND, because he had threads like Football dude RG, we dubbed RG Jr. :-)
Oh, and that's me, making a goal. Against RG.
(Next time, I'll tell him not to treat me like a girl. :-) )
David Beckham vs. College football varsity. hehe. :-p
Swag. Need I say more?
I loved football practice!

Even the drills were fun! :-)

( Personally, I think I'm more of the striker type than the goalie type...I like being on the offensive.) 

(Also, it seems more painful. I already have a bruise on my right lower leg from earlier...)

Love, 

S.

P.s. This was taken at UST when we were playing earlier this afternoon, after work. 

note to self

(post-downloading songs from "Once" (2006)) (I'm actually terrified, not of falling in love, but of getting hurt again. So I probably won't fall as easily, at least not for a while.) (The next time I do, though, I'll make sure I'll know...and that he will never let me go.) :-1 Love, S. (me and only me.)

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Ever felt something so sad that you couldn't even talk or write about it?

That you can only cry?

Or be dumbstruck?

(Really, it is a sensation that's one for the books.My brain cells can't seem to come up with any material to write about.)

 :-(

Here's hoping for a better cognitive handle in the new year ahead.)

with easter greetings.

Love,

S.

Photos: Repair Shop

Dong's Repair Shop. Hidalgo St., Quiapo, Manila.

I've never seen so many medium-format cameras in my life. :-p (Hidalgo St. Quiapo, Manila.)

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Fabulous Baker Boys

I had the Fabulous Baker Boys over for dinner the other night.

Around 6PM, my friend Antoine texted that he was in the area, and he wanted to see my place.

He had just gone to the hospital to hang out with his younger brother Lance, who works in the outpatient department, where he recently started further training in surgery (Lance is a dentist). They usually meet up once a week, and the last time Antoine was around, we had had dinner downstairs.

I had met Lance only last week, but Antoine is one of my oldest friends, I've known him since kindergarten, and we have been schoolmates since then. Being comfortable with Antoine, we can usually talk up a storm, and I think I might have been too comfortable with Lance then. He was quiet, and was only speaking intermittently. But he was speaking. :-)

"Twan, did you think I was being too loud earlier?" I remembered texting Antoine afterwards. To which he laughingly replied, "No Fan, it's just stranger danger."

"Oh, right." (Really, I should quit asking a lot of questions.)

One time I was asked, "Hey Fan, what do you think the Hand-on-hip posture means?" Antoine and Lance both had the tendency to do the "hand-on-hip" gesture, and they wanted to know what it meant.

"I don't know, Man, I'm not working, I'm off-duty today, remember?"

(Actually, even though I'm in training in Psychiatry, I don't read people as a default mode. I like looking at people, but I don't go around diagnosing them of something one way or another. I don't like labelling people right off the bat. That's pretty draining, don't you think? I once remembered putting in a full day's work worth of interviews and then going out to meet my friends in Makati. I was commuting, and at one time, I got caught in a throng of people who were trying to cross the street, and for a little while, I felt overwhelmed. I remember thinking then, "It's so hard to really know one...how can I ever handle so many people?"

The task of knowing what a patient is going through is quite tedious. To do so requires "active listening", meaning, one has to observe a patient tell his or her stories, knowing when and what to ask, ask the significant other (i.e. watcher/bantay/folks) the same questions to get another side of the story, and just over-all being "in the here and now".)

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We ordered pizza and we ended up with two family-sized ones (I had received a promotional text message from Angel's Pizza and if I ordered a family-sized one, I'd get another one free, and then have a 1.5 liter of Coke and carrot cake besides.). When the pizza boy came, with the, umm, carrot cake slice, we had to stifle our guffaws. I was expecting a whole cake. Instead, we got a, well, one that was truly different from what we had expected. I actually felt sorry for the delivery person. )

pizza

My cousin Greggy was also sleeping over that night, so there were four of us having pizza dinner at the dinner table. There were laughs all around, as Antoine was telling us funny anecdotes about people and his travels to Europe and Central America. Dentist Lance also had his stories. I shared mine too. It was good fu, and there were a lot of laughs.

Greggy signed off early (I found him sleeping on the couch with the TV on), but the guys and me ended up talking until morning in the balcony). It was 3AM when they left, actually.



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Lance and Antoine don't look anything alike, but Antoine says they have the same forehead (but he looks like their sister Nikki's daughter), they're both tall, though, and Lance is taller at 5'11" or 6', to Antoine's 5'10" (with slouching). They were so much alike in different ways though, and Lance could match Antoine book for book, and little historical info per little historical info. (I learned quite a lot about other things in life, and between them, I got another little list of recommended books to read. :-) )

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"Fan, why don't you write a book about all your experiences here...?" Antoine suggested.

"I suppose...maybe someday I will, but I'll use psuedonyms, a lot of them, of course." I answered.

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(Thus this blog. :-))

Love,

S.

P.S. The Fabulous Baker Boys is a movie with Beau and Jeff Bridges in it, plus Michelle Pfieffer. Saw it when I was in grade school...the title seemed apt, even Twan and Lance's last name isn't Baker. Starts with a B, but it's not Baker. :-)


Puto and Chocolate.

Where I grew up, this was one of my favorite picks for Sunday Morning breakfast.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Looking over your shoulder


Right on the dot, our consultant for the Wednesday’s Consultation-Liaison (CL) rounds came into the department office.

Looking absolutely chic, and totally unruffled, she breezed into the conference room in a no-nonsense outfit of a blue and black corset-top and pants ensemble with matching nude pumps and Louis Vuitton bag.

My co-residents and I were slightly anxious, as certain aspects of the rounds we had with her from last month didn’t go that well. She had high standards, and well, that always kept us on our toes, which is always good, I suppose. Anyway, I had three patients out of the cases that we were going to discuss for the week, which was why I was on edge. I could present any of them, at any time.  

While taking out my notes from my clear book file, I caught my co-resident, Mer’s eye and mouthed, “I just want to get through this day…and then after that, I’m fine.” Mer  gave me a quick nod and a grimace (he was anxious too).  I smiled nervously. “Well, here goes,” I said, and then heaved a sigh. She was my supervisor, and she had a reputation for having high standards. I, of course, did not want to disappoint.

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As it turns out, I didn’t get a chance to present any of my 3 cases.  Which was just as well…I didn’t want to do it that day, what with all the interns sitting in with us, my co-residents also concerned with their own cases.


My insides were in a terrific coil. I had to leave five patients at the out-patient department for screening because I wanted to attend these rounds. Bien, one of my co-residents, who didn’t have any admitted patients at the time, covered for me so I could sit in with this consultant.


Minutes later, when it was all done, I gathered up my papers, excused myself, and told her that I would be back for supervision by 12 noon, when all the activities were done.
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Thirty minutes past 12…I got a call from one of my co-residents, telling me that my supervisor was looking for me. In the middle of wrapping up my screening interview with a patient, I could feel the familiar racing of my heart, knowing that she was really strict about time and schedules, and therefore, I had to be there immediately.
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She was sitting with the others, eating lunch, with perfect poise and manners…not a hair out of place. I had to pause for a few moments so I could catch my breath.
(I suppose the only visible signs of my anxiety during that was the thin sheen of sweat on my forehead from the exertion of walking and the slight flaring of my nostrils. :-p)
She calmly told me to eat lunch first so we could talk longer about my cases.
We only had 45 minutes (as per schedule, of course), so I requested that we continued with my self-supervision during the next session and so we could talk about more pressing problems, i.e. my admitted patients. She obliged, and listened patiently while I introduced my 3 cases.


What followed was a careful critiquing of my management and how I handled my patients so far. From discussing the case with her, I learned a little more about the intricacies of how to manage my patient. She pointed out details that I had not really focused on, but were important nonetheless. My management done and medications given, along with my rationale for doing so were talked about.


“I did not want to put my diagnosis like that ma’am, because it would look like I hadn’t made a decision…” I started to say.


She smiled, and said, “It’s not about you, S., it’s about your patient…it’s always about your patient.”
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And then, before I knew it, we were done with the week’s supervision.


I smiled contentedly. “Wow, “ I thought myself, “now this is what you call learning!”
In the span of just a few minutes, I learned a few techniques from experience, I learned how to look at certain things from a different perspective, and most importantly, I had more handles on how to tackle a problem that seemed simple enough at hand, but was actually a little more complicated.


I now understood what Dr. ALJ meant when learning was supposed to be done in the context of having someone “looking over your shoulder” while you dealt with a patient.


As with everything in life, it is not all about book-learning. Oftentimes, we benefit from the experiences of more seasoned teachers, who help us process our own experiences.
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Note: Screening is a procedure at the out-patient department where we first diagnose a patient and then assign them to a resident-in-charge. Psychotic cases go to the juniors (i.e. first year residents), and non-psychotic, medical cases go to the seniors (i.e. second years.) Supervision is the learning process where a consultant is assigned to a resident, and they meet regularly for discussing cases. Usually, during the first few sessions, the resident undergoes “self-supervision”, where he/she gets to discuss his/her own history and process why he or she reacts to certain ways, and undergoes certain countertransferences.


The “past is prologue”, after all. :-)


Love,


S.

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