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/
I attended my first Public Health Convention (PHCON) yesterday, and it was wild. I mean, there weren't any keg stands or fellows in cheeky shorts dancing to Gnarly . But it did open my mind to the possibilities of what a public health doctor can achieve in 2025, and those possibilities are wild. Public health doctors have been fighting for legitimacy and recognition in a world dominated by traditional medical specialties. To many people, being accepted into a specialty society counts as the highest achievement you can possibly get as a doctor. You can only join a "society" once you've proven yourself worthy as a physician - having undergone 3 or 4 extra years of residency training after passing the medical boards, perhaps 2 to 3 years of further subspecialist training, and passing rigorous oral and written exams, before you can finally call yourself a specialist. And although the word specialist itself connotes that you are indeed quite unique or special,...
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'm too lazy to write anything coherent right now, so enjoy stare at this picture I randomly pulled from my "Block XX" folder: (click to enlarge!) . . . I really miss my block! :'( Above is one of my favorite pictures of us, taken by Ate Pia (I think) at the first general assembly we ever attended - the Health Sciences Society's High ! I love it because we all look so happy and crazy and loony balloony :D
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-)