Zab

I'm writing about Zab because he told me to and you know how he's KSP like that. Ehem, ehem.

Zab.

Zab is my friend because, unfortunately, since Justin had to deal with him for ten years, it also means I have to do the same thing for about the next remaining years of my life. The only 2 things we have in common is we both have strange names and we're both wise asses.

I thought about him the other day when I saw this sleek black Ford Explorer bearing the plate number ZAB 234 right cruising along Edsa beside an uglier and older vehicle with PWE 946 written behind it. Yes, my friends, this sums up what I know of Zab, he's really masungit. Like he's having Toxic Shock syndrome from some huge tampon that's stuck up his ass. (ganda ng onomatopeia ko no?)

But really, it's only because he couldn't care less about other people if you didn't care to know him back. It's like a reverse psychology KSP thing he invented mixed with your typical A-boy superiority complex. So, thank God I made the first move (Um, Zab, masungit ka ba talaga?). And it was the start of a beautiful friendship filled with insults and comebacks, and 3 hours worth of frozen lime-flavored margaritas.

P.S. Zab don't kill me.

Night Owl

Just had my 1st exam in my Infectious Diseases module. No I know exactly how it feels to have the life squeezed out of me, or my brains at least. God, just when you think that you've given your all, it still doesn't amount to good enough. I got out of the room feeling far less adequate to be a doctor. I mean, probably more than 70 or 80 or 90% of all illnesses are brought about by those stinky little bugs and bacteria and viruses and I can't even memorize 14 freakin' pages of freakin' antimicrobial drugs. Arrghhh information overload! No sleep, no social life, a migraine and most probably, a stinky grade to boot. I forget, why did I get myself in this mess in the first place? hehehe... itutulog ko na nga lang to.

We stand on a hill... (Potek ang baduy)

The great thing about pretending to be doctors and interacting with charity ward patients is that they always give you perspective.

11:00am: Library (Bodge and Joemal are buried beneath a hill of neurology books and a lone orthopedic surgery book, trying to think of a decent diagnosis to discuss with Dr. Aquino, aka, FPJ’s doctor, for F.F., 50 year old comatose woman from Novaliches, Quezon City.Bodge is suffering from dry cough and colds of 4 days duration)

Bodge: Cough…cough… Leche ang hirap naman nito. San ba talaga yung problema niya? Sa midbrain? Diba sira na yung cranial nerve 3, 4 and 6? Pero nabubuksan pa rin niya mata niya e.

Joemal: Oo nga, ayus pa cranial nerve 3 niya.

Bodge: Hindi nga? Leche. Ayoko na.

Joemal: Feeling ko sa cortex problema nito.

Bodge: Ano, pwede ba yun? Buong cortex? Diba usually lateral lang yung mga ganun? Takte Joemal, alam mo kung ano gusto kong gawin ngayon? Umupo sa isang sulok.

Joemal: Ano? Laughs.

Bodge: Oo, mga tatlong oras lang.

3:00pm: Neurology Ward (Bodge and F.F.’s daughter are standing at the foot of F.F.’s bed. F.F.’s is buried underneath a hill of NGT and respiratory tubings, IV drips and catheters.)

Bodge: Ate, di ba i-susurgery dapat si Nanay?

F.F.’s daughter: Smiling. Baka hindi na e…kasi sabi naman daw maliit pa rin yung chance na bumalik siya sa normal.

Silence.

Bodge: Eh…ano po yung ibang choices niyo?

F.F.’s daughter: Smile brightens down a notch. Microexpression shows despair. Di ko nga alam e…

So whenever you’re having a bad day, always remember that the hill you’re climbing is probably a great deal smaller than you think.