Divine Intervention

Grabe ang araw na to! Intense! So as you already know, I've already wasted 3 days of my vacation making tambay in UERM Hospital for nothing. I was searching for a pedia teacher who apparently does not even work in UERM! Damn you stupid secretary, bat ngayon mo lang sinabi sakin na sa Capitol pala nagtatrabaho si Dr. Panlilio!!!

So anyways, I called up her clinic and after the third call, she says na SHE CAN'T FREAKIN REMEMBER ME AND WALA SIYANG ALAM ABOUT SOME INCOMPLETE GRADE and to kindly talk to the department head instead. So ayuuun, I sniffled (as in tears in my eyes and sipon in my nose) in the middle of the hospital lobby because I was lost, dumbfounded and extremely tired. (Hindi pala enough sustenance ang longsilog). And as expected, pinagpasa-pasahan ako ng mga teachers --> from Dr. Pedro to Dr. Battad to Dr. Carlos (Dra. Carlos thanks for being sooooo nice!!!). And so at 2pm, I was sitting on some bench, staring into space and here comes Joke. Hay nako Joke! You are the hero of the day! He accompanied me to Capitol Medical (of course Dr. Panlilio disappeared in thin air. Ganon talaga pag minamalas). He gave me advice about writing the school and all that. Actually walang naresolve but the fact that he was just there cheered me up a lot and pushed my mental gears back to work. So yun eventually, yung mga residents nalang ang sumalo ng trabaho so I'm now free to go to Cebu tomorrow! Woohoo! Oh yeah, thanks Dr. Karl and Dr. Jangail for helping (may silbi rin pala kayo...peace bros!:) )

And of course, everything fell into place as the evening drew to a close. I ate yummy barbecue with lots of "taba". I had a good, non-violent evaluation meeting with my sorority (I shall miss you, my children! mwah mwah!). I went home, soaked myself in the bathtub for an hour with a dilapidated Reader's Digest, and a few minutes from now, bibigyan ko ng third degree ang manliligaw ni ate. Hehehe!

Thank you God for this day:)

Freedom Day #2

Hmph, I was just rejoicing the other day that I'm never going to wear my yucky, oversized med school uniform but no, yesterday, at least 8 people texted me "Uy, pumunta ka sa office ni Dr. Pedro. Incomplete ka daw sa Patient-Doctor." Poof! Babay beaching in front of the TV for the whole day. So I made the dreary exodus to UERM this morning, waited for Miharu for 45 mins., waited for Dr. Pedro for 30 mins, waited for Dr. Espaldon for another 30 mins... only to find out that some absent-minded old pediatrician forgot to send in my grade. So...phooey, phooey, phooey, I have to go back to school tomorrow and scour the hospital grounds for that doctor who may or may not be working tomorrow. Yahoo. This is what you get for working too hard...extra hard work at exactly the time when you don't need it.

Pero ok lang. Dada and I hung out at Gateway and talked about life and why God just had to make every male as dense as the black hole. We opted not to watch a movie for now because everything sucks and the only one worth watching (because Heath Ledger is in it) is gonna be shown in the evening pa. So we just whiled away our afternoon, wasting our parents' money on white shoes, bags and too many socks. Hahahaha! Belinda ha, fun ka talaga:D Hindi ba't masyado tayong excited? Internship here we come!

Goodbye Med school, Hello World

I woke up this morning feeling confused and hungry. I couldn't remember my dream but I'm guessing it has something to do with being stuck in a desert and saying "Agua, agua..." over and over. Stupid Jarhead trailer.

So anyways, a couple of seconds later I instantly felt a gurgling, diarrhea-like feeling in my stomach, like when you're faced with a pseudo-Armaggedon-like situation, such as your Philo 104 orals, or when you're about to interview for your first job. Today I had the last lecture of my scholastic life and it's so sad. Because that means I have to be an adult again with real world responsibilities. Like I'm gonna be exposed nakedly in front of our critical society and my abilities would be measured against a standard as high as Mt. Everest.

God, in a few weeks I'll be literally holding one's life in my hands. Medicine is such a scary frontier. You simply cannot be less than brilliant or vigilant, or else you and a bunch of sick people are gonna suffer the consequences. And I can just imagine consultants in my head, dressed in Borg-like attire saying, "Fun is irrelevant. Your social life is irrelevant. Food is irrelevant. Sleep is irrelevant. You are irrelevant. Only the consultants matter." Jeez.

I wish I could jump back into my mother's womb. I wish I could go back to being cosmic dust or be one with the Great Light or whatever those shamans or tribe priests call it. I don't know. It's just that the real world just makes me feel so small...