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Showing posts with label Life lessons. Show all posts

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Lazarus

Most times, I like cereal without the milk, coffee without the fuss, and being at work, without having to actually do work.

Today is one of those days… :-)

After an especially stressful week, I’ve decided to give myself a day’s break (because tomorrow, I’m going to be seeing patients again, and Lord knows we are going to go on and on when that comes around…)

So I did. After taking a shower, I lazed in bed with my favorite criminal minds series and had a bit of fun watching. After a while, I began having guilty feelings for not doing anything. So I’m sitting up now, and doing what best gets me into a good work mode.

(Yes, I’m blogging again. :-))
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A couple of years ago, I closed down my blog because of certain problems with privacy. In the whole time, I felt quite stifled…lost and floundering in the cloistered walls of my mind. ß I’d normally tell myself that one of these days, I was going to open up another new blog and “move on”.
I never did, though. I was blogging in tumblr, and then wordpress…but it never felt as comfortable as I wanted.

Anyway, to make the long story short, I’m back to blogging again.

No fanfare, I suppose. Just a few words to get my blogging habit started.

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It’s been two years…I believe I’ve changed some as a person, but I’d also like to believe my spirit is unbroken.

You’ve been with me for a while  now, and I’ve shared many things.

I learned more about myself too.

Perhaps it is time to do that again.

Love,



S.







































Saturday, July 21, 2012

Photo: Baby C. comes to visit.

Baby C. comes for a visit.

(Where I work, there's never a day that goes by without a sense of fulfillment...somehow.)


Love,

S.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Photos: Everybody Loves Gen!

Gen, one of the my friends from medical school, the birthday girl, celebrates her birthday with dinner at Italianni's...and yummy cake from Theobroma!

Almost everyone was there, including "The Three Amigos", Vick, Tope and Chamie! :-D

Some of us girls; Gen, Kuai, moi and Jenai.

Gen slices her cake!

That vegetarian pizza was something else... well, she was on a diet, and the health kick was pretty obvious in the food we ordered. Love Italianni's! :-D

Floyd  does her souvenir photo for her birthday!

Phillip and Jerry...:-p

Now THIS is chocolate cake. Theobroma, thou art <3. :-)

The girls in dresses (per request of the birthday girl).

[One of the many] Faces of @flipadfoot.

Good conversations all around.

    
Tired, but definitely happy. :-) 

:-) Happy birthday, Gen. May true love and the happiness it brings find its way to you... :-)

Monday, July 2, 2012

Photo: The Puppy Dragon


I was halfway through reading about the psychodynamics of Schizophrenia, when Trina burst in the third year room, where I was currently staying.

 “Why are you here?” she asked.

“Well, there’s a big table, the lighting is way better…and no one’s using this table.” I grinned.
(I have a thing about space…I need lots and lots of it.)

So anyway, I stuck the green highlighter in the book to mark the page and turned to her for an impromptu girl talk session…which lasted for a few minutes, but, as with all girl talk sessions, was full of useful insight (that I may or may not use, of course). J

We were talking about the upcoming tentative orals, the SCP (Social and Community Psychiatry) exam results, and well, boys.

Girls will be girls…the call room could pass for a dorm full of high school girls trading stories about love and other adventures, instead of being just a workplace for doctors. I don’t suppose it’s a far-fetched idea, as our business is talking, and it helps to “talk it out” and get debriefed every once in a while.

So anyway, I told her about me seeing this young doctor that I had a crush on last year because he was tall, with boyish good looks and had a thing for fountain pens (like me!). He was visiting his friend and former groupmate, who was also my co-resident, and so I got to “meet-and-greet” him for a few minutes before I headed back to work. *kilig* He was a nice guy, always smiling, always “bright and shiny”…just the way I remembered him last year. He was apparently, one of the smartest guys of his class, and underwent a special program in medical school. But other than that, he was just this tall, cute dude. I remembered sending Meemz a text message, saying that I just had the funniest case of the heebie-jeebies, grinning.

(Well, I got back to studying of course…no choice eh.)

She told me in the morning that he had felt the same, and that last year, he had been in a dilemma as to whether he should’ve given me a present or something. LOL… but he didn’t, and nothing happened because well, it wasn’t meant to be like that. And besides, I was pretty much in the teacher role, and he was my student, being the resident that I am.

So anyway, I thought nothing of it, and then I turned my full attention back to Trina, who was giving me hints and telling me I should try dating a guy who, “didn’t look good on paper”. She was giving me subtle hints (which weren’t so subtle, because she and I both knew who she was talking about, haha), and was telling me that I could give it a chance, this dating thing.

She said that he was a really nice guy (he is), and that he was going to treat me right (I’m sure). Haha. But I told her that I’d think about it, but I really wasn’t the type who could be coerced into doing something… I mean, if I wanted to do something, I would, but not otherwise, especially not, deciding who to date. But then again, my choices in men in the past have been less than stellar, so maybe one of these days, I just might try her suggestion…

(Some guys you like, some guys you like-like. You know what I mean?)

J
Bottomline is, if somebody really wanted me (and wanted to date me), they’d need to put in a little more effort. I’m too busy (or too dense) to be bothered…and I really don’t like guess work, or unanswered questions anymore.

I want to be swept off my feet. I want to be won.

…and I also want to pass this week’s oral exams.


So there. J

Love,

S.



P.S. I got this present from one of my good friends this morning. He handed it to me in a little baggie, as well as some goodies from his trip abroad over the weekend:

Me: “What do you think it is?”
Him: “It’s a puppy, it’s jade.”
Me: “Are you sure? I think it’s something else.” (turning it around in my fingers, liking the smooth sides)
Him: I think it’s a puppy dragon. J I wonder what sound it makes…
Me: (laughing, remembering the previous joke)
Him: Do you know what a dragon sounds like?
Me: Well, it goes something like…..(pause) Uhh, I’d rather not say....

Hehe. Anyway…it was fun. Now I better go back to doing my job. By the way, thanks to Sir Reggie for the insightful expressive psychotherapy earlier this morning, and the importance of discipline. #schoolnotes #withhonors





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.

Monday, April 9, 2012

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.)

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.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Kimono ken part 2


I found myself picking Kimono Ken for dinner after 3 years...

My friend Sep was in town and wanted to meet up while he was still in town for the Gastroenterology convention in Mandaluyong City. After work, I had to brave the rush hour traffic to get to SM North Edsa (which was "halfway" in between Mandaluyong and Manila...or so we thought.), one of our favorite malls to go to during Board exam review time almost 3 years ago. 

"Where do you want to get dinner? I'm buying," he texted. 

Anywhere was fine with me, but since I had a special attachment to Kimono Ken and Japanese food, I couldn't resist picking Kimono Ken and getting sashimi, or course.

Sep and I had been friends ever since freshman year of medical school (his mom also ended up being my endocrinologist). His girlfriend Precky, a dear friend, was one the first people I ever got to know in Iloilo. She was one of my housemates, I remember that she was the one who taught me the rudiments of speaking in Hiligaynon (the Ilonggo dialect) when I was still..."speechless".  :-) Sep and Precky got together when we were in Freshman year, and I still remember one time when I also got to eat Precky's blueberry cheesecake which Sep made for her. I was a regular, and I regularly got chika updates. ;-)

Back in 2009, when I was reviewing for the licensure exam for doctors, my constant companions and "commuting mates" were Sep and Jade Paul Morin (or "Morin", as we called him). I had review classes in Quezon City, and we had to get here everyday, so naturally, we'd travel on a daily basis. 

That being said, I'm still close to them, and we still try to get together whenever they get to be in Manila (they're doing their training in the province).

So anyway, Sep paid for dinner, and we had the usual. Uni (eel) "tastes like the sea", he said, and Unagi tasted really good. We both agreed that it tasted like fried Bangus Belly. :-) (I ate all the salmon, of course, it's my favorite.)

He obligingly took my pictures when I went loco over the star wars exhibit by Lego, and humored me when I talked about my recent troubles, and work stuff. Sep is almost like a "brother from another mother", or a cousin who calls me "dude" or "pare", and treats me like a sister.

Books, what our classmates were doing now (and why they were doing it), work-related stuff were constant topics. I asked him, "SO, when are you guys getting married, so I can finally attend a wedding in Iloilo? Have you gotten down on one knee and proposed?" (MC, one of our classmates, had gotten married yesterday, but I missed it.)

He chuckled and said that he hadn't yet. I was expecting no less than the usual proposal fanfare, of course.

We ended up hanging out at a coffee shop after dinner (and walking around for most of the night looking for said coffee shop), talking about life, work and relationships (and other people's and classmates' relationships, haha) and read most of the time. He bought an H.P. Lovecraft book , which undoubtedly was a better buy than the book I got for myself after I had read a few chapters. Lovecraft has a way with words. Fine vocabulary, twisty plots and fast action...I thought it was a good buy.

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Now, this blog entry is just for light reading, and surely will not change the world in any way, but I just wanted to share that good friends are really good to have, and when you're feeling like less than your best, they can be just the people to talk to.  

He wrote, "Passion has the tendency to burn like the sun and die like embers. I hope and wish that you will never lose your fire." in my book. 

Pretty cool. And no, I don't think i'll ever "lose" my "fire"...at least, I don't intend to. 

Thanks Sep!

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Its always good to see old friends. :-)


Love,


S.







Monday, December 19, 2011

Flooded playground

So I got to hear from my family that yes, they were all safe, and dry...but it was not the case for some of the people who lived near the river. There definitely were casualties, and my heart and prayers goes out to the families who were affected by the flash floods.

I was news-less. I had no idea what our place looked like, as the news were more focused on Cagayan de Oro and Iligan. I have friends from there, and i'm worried about them too.

My cousin posted pictures of what the flooding looked like, the extent of the damage. This picture below shows the water (these plants were chest-high).



The wooden orchid holders are hip-high...and my cousin's place is like, really huge and wide, but the water from the river still got up to very near their house!


This was one of the places we played in when we were kids...not the gate. it's almost submerged in water!


the water from the river got really huge... actually there's never been a flood this bad in Dumaguete. ever.

   
look at that. (oh, and in case you're wondering, my tita's orchids survived, funnily enough.)



we grew up playing in a lot of open spaces, so when i saw this, I was just very grateful...that the flooding in the house wasn't as bad. I mean, it's at a lower level than this one, but thankfully, it didn't get any worse than just ankle-deep, or less. 


We used to play here in my Lola's old coconut processor ( what's a Landahan in English?:-))

that cube-like structure is a bathhouse...the water got up to the doorknob, by the way.


the gates...

  

emphasis not on my cousin's trusty Islanders, but on the mud and river silt that coated everything (we had this in the house too...which people helped scoop out.). Even Shannon Lee, our dog,  had to be taken to my tita's place because they couldn't put her in the house because of the mud.


The strong river current from the mountains took away chunks of the riverbank and some houses . our house is near the river...but not as near as that one. Still, it was pretty scary, as the water from the river had gone all the way up to our house and gotten in. Had it not been for my Pop's "barricade" and quick thinking (and the fact that it happened on a Saturday), I think we would have lost more than my high school stuff and pictures..) :-(

Very thankful that everyone I love, back home is safe. Yes, that I am.

Love, 

S.

(Pictures taken from my cousin's site, with permission.)

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Christmastime

My Christmas Sock. December 11,2011. Manila.
(I think I'll hang it on my window where Santa can see it. A patient's mom made it for me.)
I got home 40 minutes past eight tonight, in a hurry, plopping down in my favorite seat on the dining table (there are 6, and I eat alone, so it doesn’t really matter.) I hurriedly opened my take-away dinner, a breaded pork-chop combo from Goldilocks. With laing.

I have to admit, Goldilocks is not gourmet food…but I’m a sucker for the Laing. My favorite comfort foods either remind me of home…or have a coconut milk-based ingredient. (In Iloilo, I had this thing for an Ilonggo dish called Pangat, which is kind of like Laing, but different.)
Why the sudden need for comfort food, you might ask?

Well…stress-relief, I suppose.

I’ve had a full day at work…quite a long day. I put in a lot of hours with patients. I think it’s time I put my foot in my mouth…I did mention before that one of the main things that drew me to train in Psychiatry was because of the stories. People’s stories. I loved learning about people.

Today, though, I have to admit…I’ve had too many “stories” to deal with… there simply were a lot of patients that I saw today. It’s not enough to just mainly listen…one has to piece everything together to come up with a good treatment plan (and to explain everything in Tagalog). Sometimes, I get a good ribbing from my friends, telling me that I’m just making things hard for myself, because I’m making other people’s problems my own. Smile with tongue out

Oh well, that’s part of it, but hey, you have to realize, there simply is nothing quite like the feeling that you made a difference in someone’s life. Well, in psychiatry, the results aren’t that dramatic all the time, but when you do see a difference, it is well worth all the effort.

(Like, this afternoon, one of my patient’s family caregivers couldn’t help but give me a high five, because of how well our patient was doing, and how much he had improved. I had to hand it to her…she was an extremely disciplined treatment partner who was able to follow instructions to the letter, and thus, together, we had worked really well together to make our patient better.)
And yes, there are others…I had another re-admission today because another patient relapsed. His mother had tried to “experiment” and seemed to me, was trying to “rush” the process, and ended up getting the patient under-dosed. What a shame. These make me sad, of course… But as they say, it is inevitable, there will be bad apples, so says my senior (and everyone else who has been in Psychiatry, for that matter.)

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There was one mother who was hesitant with having her patient admitted because it was going to be Christmas soon, and she wanted it to be spent at home with her family… I assured her that I’ll try to do whatever I can, but Christmas won’t be Christmas anyway, if her patient was currently in his present state…
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One time this afternoon, I had a patient who would not take his medications at all…when I tried to have him take it in front of me, he sort of freaked out. Even my opening his pill box to put in front of make made him jumpy. You could clearly see the effort it took for him to drink water…for him to put the pill in his mouth…to speak afterwards. If I didn’t understand how his fear was so palpably real to him, I would have been annoyed and dismissed him. But no, I sort of felt for the little man. Fear can be paralyzing, whether it is real or not.

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One of my patients presented me with a bunch of bananas. I was touched. He was sort of a recluse who used to be suspicious of other people, but I’ve seen him to be improving over the past few months, and I’m glad. He gave me a smile and apologized that he didn’t have a present for me for Christmas, but he hoped that I would eat the bananas for a snack.

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Speaking of Christmas presents, I got a bottle of cologne from a well-meaning relative who just left it at the ward for me. Victoria’s Secret Pretty in Pink. So…pretty.  Smile I think I’ll wear it in the morning.

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Another patient’s mother gave me a loaf of Gardenia bread and cheese spread earlier this afternoon because she heard that I haven’t had lunch yet. I took some of it, yes, but I ended up giving the rest to my other patient who had just given birth and was hungry. <—this one didn’t have much money, and was always hungry.


Walking home from work, I then thought about this and realized…”Omigosh, they’re going to be in the same ward….the patient’s mother is going to see that I had given away her gift to another patient!”


Blooper. But hey, how could I not give it away…it’s not easy being hungry…


…which was pretty much why I had a big dinner, and Laing as well.


Smile


Happy Birthday, Ma. Thank you for being beautiful, in absolutely every way. Winking smile


Love,

S.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Video: All I want



Toad the Wet Sprocket: "All I want"




This is one of those alternative "classics" that is perfect for listening to when you're thinking about what you just said, with all the right intentions...but said in a wrong/different way. And what the repercussions might be...


But, some things just needed to be said. There will be consequences, and I hope I am strong enough for them.


ALL I WANT


Nothing's so loud
As hearing when we lie
The truth is not kind
And you've said neither am I
But the air outside so soft
Is saying everything
Everything
All I want is to feel this way
To be this close, to feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks, hear it say
Nothing's so cold
As closing the heart when all we need
Is to free the soul
But we wouldn't be that brave I know
And the air outside so soft,
Confessing everything
Everything
All I want is to feel this way
To be this close to feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks, I feel it say
And it won't matter now
Whatever happens will be
Though the air speaks of all we'll never be
It won't trouble me
(sung over last chorus)
And it feels so close
Let it take me in
Let it hold me so
I can feel it say







(Or am I just being corny?)


Love, 


S. 


P.S. more psychiatry and training related articles next time.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Duty Notes: Late nights/early mornings



It’s nearly one AM, and I just got back up here in the call room, after having admitted a patient from the ER.
In the still hours of pre-dawn (my favorite time for writing), I don’t feel sleep at all. No hint of the need for somnolence has come to me, so far.
(It helps to have a huge mug of 3-in-1 instant coffee handy.)
My friend Anne, who came over for a visit, is currently snoozing on one of the bunk beds, and I can’t help but smile. I am amused at her story of the lack of sleep from work making her all cranky and stuff. Bless her heart, I think about my sleeping habits, and I thank my lucky stars that I haven’t gotten to that point yet…
Anyway, how was my day?
Well, it’s not over yet, that’s for sure… there’s a patient waiting for me at the ER, but the intern gets first dibs with the interview. As the “more senior” person on the hospital totem pole, I get to wait and do some work while she gets her learning done.
(In this case, that “work” would be blogging.)
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I got myself this duty schedule because I wanted to attend my cousin’s birthday party at their new condo unit in Pasig later today. This will be a veritable gathering of the Miaco clan in these parts of Luzon, and therefore, something that should not be missed. Smile He said I should get my voice ready because it’s going to be a videoke party all the way ‘til night. Open-mouthed smile  Definitely something to look forward to. Kuya Ick and his family have always been really nice to me, and they called me saying I specifically had to come. I ‘m looking forward to it. I love parties.
I haven’t gotten him a present, though.
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My day started with an ER consult. Needless to say, I can’t talk about the patient, but this I can say, the intricate artwork of his tattoos were amazing. There were names and roses, and a lot of other things. I wasn’t able to interview him thoroughly though, because at that time, he was in pain. I was thus drawn to the fine details of his skin art, made more clear by the tautness of his muscles…
This afternoon, I realized how hard it is to help people who don’t know (or refuse to know about) what is wrong with them. What makes it much worse is if their caregivers don’t even believe in the same. In the usual sense, a problem can only be dealt with the moment it is identified as such. So when it came to that point, where insight could not be had, I had to exhaust all my efforts in helping them learn how important it is to take medication.
As in, I hammered the “psychoeducational” truth into them…in Tagalog.
Smile (Aren’t you proud of me?)
Also, one of my patients asked if I did facebook, because he wanted to add me. I politely refused and informed him that being facebook friends was going to be overstepping physician-patient relationship ethics, and I’d rather we focused on his treatment. (Oh, and he asked if I had a boyfriend, whether he and I were on good terms…the usual. To these “probing” questions, I usually ask why they wanted to know. Usually, I just say yes…so that’s the end of the discussion.)
Smile
A patient’s mother hugged me today. I’m not really big on hugging in the hospital, so I kind of held back a little. (Is this ok?)
Tonight, I saw what “pain” looked like, in the face of a patient. It was heart-wrenching, yes, but I preferred not to show it.
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A friend of mine said that talking to me was like a breath of fresh air. (I took that as a compliment.Smile) So did a patient earlier, but hey, I hope they meant that in a general sense.
Usually, I just let them talk. I just listen and say things, and that makes them feel better. One of my favorite psychiatrists in one lecture said that, maybe, what people really needed was not advice, but just to be listened to. That is, in itself, part of psychotherapy.
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I usually like listening to people and their stories, but at the end of the day, I think I’d like it if someone wanted to just sit and listen to me.
(Which is probably why I’m writing this one out.)
Smile 
All in all, a good day. Thank heavens.
Love,
S.
P.S. For some reason, I felt invincible enough to go out of the hospital to buy that camera I’ve had my eye on for the past months…and not get caught. LOL. I eventually decided not to follow my flight of fancy and opted instead to wait a few more days, until I was really “ready”. I’m already in love with the damn camera.
The low point of the day? hmm…I shouldn’t overthink it, but I do dislike (very much) if I don’t get SMS courtesy. By courtesy, I mean that if I ask a question, I fully expect an answer because it would only be right. It’s a pet peeve of mine to be ignored when I ask a question, just because the person on the other line is done getting what they want from you.
It annoys me very much.
And the worst part about it is I can’t do anything about this annoyance, I’m not the type who engages in hysterics if she doesn’t get what she wants. I usually let it simmer, and forget it eventually.
Still, I don’t need the effing aggravation.

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