OH YEAH!!! At long last, I've finally gotten an A on something: an essay for Filipino! I now get this nice medal stamped on my paper. Ahh, it fills me with pride.
Hahaha! I'm surprised you still have time to check this blog, what with all the reminiscing you've been doing lately! Haha. Thanks dad! I'm hoping for a nice, big, fat juicy A on tomorrow's Chemistry exam! \m/
After working in public health for most of my professional life - first as a Doctor to the Barrio, then in the DOH Central Office, then as a researcher - I've decided it's time to enter residency. Scrubs these days are expensive AF. Did not buy. For the uninitiated, residency is that special time in every specialist doctor's life where you work and train in a hospital for 3 to 5 years to become a specialist in something - in my case, Psychiatry. For the initiated, this is 3 to 5 years of being an overworked, underpaid zombie. My friends and family know I've agonized about this decision for a long time now. I already applied to a Psychiatry program last year, but decided not to push through to stay in the DOH. Last December I decided to quit DOH anyway and take what eventually became a "slow year." I was lucky enough to be offered a few research and consulting gigs, and to some extent, I was able to do things on my own terms. For the first time ever I was 100...
We went to the doctor today for a follow-up. (Yes, doctors need doctors too.) His name is Dr. Jaffy, and this was only our second visit to him. I was supposed to see him five months ago, but I stubbornly put it off until things got worse. (Doctors also make the worst patients.) "Worse" is what my hands look like today. As soon as I sat down in the clinic chair, Doc Jaffy took my knobby, red hands and gently tapped on the joints as he counted. "Looks like all your PIPs are inflamed." Proximal Inter-Phalangeal joint. PIP. Such a cute word but whenever my doctors bring it up, the context is never cute. "Where else?" he asked. I said, my knuckles, elbows, knees, and toes, and then felt kinda stupid for reciting them to him in this order like a kid. He put his finger to his masked chin and thought for a while. " Mag- biologics na nga tayo ," he said. Biologics are a class of drugs meant to suppress my immune system and keep it from attacking my own ...
I just finished my final two weeks of pre-residency at PGH, or the Philippine General Hospital. Along with my 8 batchmates in residency, we spent the past two weeks figuring out the work commute, preparing and giving lectures to each other, shadowing the more senior residents, seeing patients at the Outpatient Department (OPD) and Emergency Room (ER), and of course, practicing for the first years' Christmas party dance. Yep, that’s me. You're probably wondering how I got here. Well it all started when… 1. Storm between calms The day immediately before returning to PGH was November 30, the day of the Baha sa Luneta 2.0 protests. We had a 3,000-strong contingent, and more people would have showed up if not for the police. Having learned from their mistakes during the September 21 rally, the police showed up in full force. They messed up the program and caused immense delays. Still, the program pushed on. There was singing, dancing, and a few speeches. At around 10 AM, ...
Congrats, dear!!! Reminds me of how it felt to get an A. (But then again, i got so many, i forgot how it felt NOT to get an A) mwehehehe!
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ReplyDeleteHahaha! I'm surprised you still have time to check this blog, what with all the reminiscing you've been doing lately! Haha. Thanks dad! I'm hoping for a nice, big, fat juicy A on tomorrow's Chemistry exam! \m/
ReplyDeletewow! well done, Bea! stay focused always. hope you are enjoying your stay there in Manila xxx
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you Auntie Rach! Yeah, I'll do my best! Thanks for dropping by :)
ReplyDeleteAppease me again write another post! XD Itll make up for the My Chemical Romance misunderstanding :D
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! You are truly an inspiration, Polite and Kind Anonymous commenter.
ReplyDeletehi aimee! I'm sorry I only read this now. :)) but I just had an philosophical eureka moment about the history repeating itself thing.
ReplyDeleteI think it means that we can only stand and watch history repeat itself and we can do nothing about it. :)) yun lang! *bow*
ay wait, fail. I commented on the wrong post. =))
ReplyDeletehey cheryl :)) yeah, i was wondering what the connection was between history and this :))
ReplyDeletepero, hey! awesome point! you just had an epiphany B-)