Photo: Bogart the Explorer

I was at the CosPlay event at the SMX Mall of Asia, and guess who we bumped into... Youtube celebrity, Bogart the Explorer! :-)

Bogart The Explorer, and moi. SMX, September 30, 2012.

check out his stuff here... Bogart The Explorer -- The Philippine Snatcher. 

:-p

Love,

S.

The Dream.

Just a few minutes ago, I woke up with a start.

The phone had rang, and I had just heard a surgery resident on the other end, asking about the psych resident on-duty. <—he meant of course, my Junior duty-mate, Joff, as the first years usually handle the ER cases, unless of course, they’re of Sexual abuse/Child psych/Pay.

 

What a weird dream…

The vestiges of my dream remain, and I do remember the vivid images of some alien kingdom, where, an evil twin sister-in-law of the king challenges his rule. In the scene, he accidentally stabs himself with the sword. and While the evil twin sister looks on, the queen decides to stab herself, and the baby inside her as an offering (since the father, the king was dead anyway).

I remember the big, jeweled sword, sink into the voluminous folds of her gold, multi-layered dress, and shuddered (in my dream), why would someone do that??

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I did a report on Dreams once, with Dr. BVR looking on, and supervising us pre-residents, as well as more senior residents during that time. I had specifically volunteered for it, as dreams were an interesting topic, and in Psychiatry, there was no one else who knew more than he did.

So when I had this dream, I was especially worried.

Dreams usually are more useful if the dreamer interprets the dream himself or herself. Symbolisms abound, but they are only significant if the dreamer makes sense of it on his or her own.

Psychiatrists don’t do that for them. Psychoanalysis is quite strict on the matter.

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So what does that mean?

Perpetuating death?

The evil twin sister looking on?

Garish clothing and royalty?

I don’t know, really… I’m still trying to make heads or tails out of it…

 

Dreams are symbolic representations of inner, unconscious wishes and desires which come out during our less guarded moments, i.e. sleep. For most of us, our anxieties and problems stem from some hidden desires or conflicts that we would rather not talk about during when we are awake, and therefore are troublesome. The ego (that part of our psyche which balances out our basic “animal” desires and correspondingly our strict sense of conscience) tries to maintain sleep and prevents our problems from coming out and ruining our peaceful sleep.

From my readings on psychoanalysis, dreams are not to be interpreted by the therapist, rather, the patient is helped along in interpreting it.

So… I think, for now,this morning, in my fuzzy state of mind, I would believe that the evil twin sister is a side of me…that’s allowing an integral/important aspect of my work (i.e. looking on) or my personality die. I’m letting my work ethic die. and with the killing of the baby, every little aspect of whatever good could be, i.e. success in my career, die.

…

 

yes, I think that is it.

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Boy, am I awake.

Photos: American Idol 2012 Live!

watched with Joff and Ghea. :-p

The Frutcy guy took our picture. we scrambled for tickets actually.

It was just before Joff's grand rounds in teh morning, when I was about to confess that I didn't get to get tickets. and Mia was like, "Break it to him gently...". Joff's a big fan.

AI show. live. lol..

Phillip Phillips stole the show. literally.

"White Shirt, and Pants."

yun lang.

winner. :-p


Love,

S.

Video: Girl on fire

Music on duty night, with duty-mate Joff. <-- always something new to learn everyday. He reminds me of the long-lost older brother, that i never had. Kinda like a male me. Which is so cool. haha. Love, S.

Video: Marry Your Daughter

 

I was in the Surgery Ward doing rounds on my delirium patient...I had already given medications and was writing orders down.

A surgery resident I just talked to about the recent referral, tall, with boyish good looks and a nice smile was milling about in the nurses' station, looking for a chart. Then this song comes on, and then he starts singing the chorus... so cute. He was absentmindedly doing it, I suppose, as he was looking around for charts all the while.

And then, he asked the nurses who were eating dinner on the side, "Hey, what song is this? Who sang it?"

(Nobody could tell him the answer.)

I was sitting at the back of the ward, on the table, writing out my notes. I had paused to look at him, so I remembered this scene, from a spectator's perspective... It was cute.

(He was a nice guy; tall, skin head 'do, great teeth, nice smile, lean. <-- my favorite. Most of all, he was nice enough to explain to me how the Total Mastectomy with TRAM flap went about. <-- major points.)

Gotta love 'em Surgery boys, especially those that sing. haha

Love,

S.

Photos: Surprise flowers.

Surprise flowers (and Lindt chocolate). :-) 

No sender's name, just the quirky, "Stephanie - A great love starts with a great story..Have a blessed day."

:-)

What can I say? It's fun being a girl. 

:-)

Love 

S.

Photos: Dinner out with the Lings.

Me trying to do a Mer face. :-p

With my batchmates, Chamie, Trinaling, And Mer!

We don't always get to go out together so we love these little events. :-D

With Ollan, one of the 'reps. :-D

Video: This Year (Chantal Kreviazuk)

Tonight I just had a really cool idea...well, for me, anyway.

I had finally found a way to tell my patient's story... :-) It was a moment of serendipity, a little spark of an idea that has gotten me all excited and ready to work more on it.

I've been in a funk for the past few weeks...not a hint of inspiration, and now, boom. I'm back in the game. :-)

Oh, do wish me luck.

Love,

S.

p.s. The idea didn't just hit me...it entailed a whole day of doing rounds, talking to friends, thinking a lot, times of quiet prayer,  reading stories...watching Harvey Specter and Mike Ross do the hottie lawyer duties they do, listening to the theme song...and then *kaching*, I felt I've hit
the jackpot.

(I hope it goes well.)