Thursday, July 31, 2008
When floodwater gets in your eye
BEST ANATOMATE QUESTION: Kung naputol yung ulnar nerve ko, ano mangyayari sa pectineus ko?
Friday, July 25, 2008
All this separation
Some people, surprisingly so, are just worth missing. For some, however, separation couldn't get any sweeter.
On another note, we got Queen Amidala to part with the greater portion of her skin today. That includes some womanly parts that's just plain disturbing.
Lady Med Update: This is the calm before the storm. Sometimes I just wanna give it up, pack up, and go. Wooh. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Ads and Loading Fake Brushes
When you're doing something for the past 8++ hours and you've been doing it in a sleep-deprived state, there's bound to be some errors and corresponding repercussions.
Skinning the upper extremities of a corpse is some back-breaking shizz. For those of you who are considering it, add a vat of formalin and some awkward positions, and hey presto! You get a sleepy, funky, fugly you.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Just because I'm sleepy
Ever since med school, there has been a plethora of acronyms that has been pouring in from everywhere. Before, there were just OMG, WTF, WTH, TMTH, and inanities. Now, we have HS, OS, MDL, IDC, IILE, SIM, OSCE, COME, COMMED, DFCM, YHDNFPRICS, PIDIHCIHORJD, and OUEIHDIHEINDOHJFONEWPS. Whatever.
Yey for taking friendships to a whole new plane. If other b*tches have secret handshakes and whatnots, we have a tribal-slash-doggie-on-a-dashboard-mirror-image day-nce! Bome!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A Case of I-Miss-You
We are charades people, and we love it. Never mind that other people have Wii parties, and whatnots. What I want to know is: When will we have the next charades party? I miss my friends so. Throw in creativity and lots of food (even if they're not the best kind, we'll take 'em!) and you get a bunch of crazy people who'll laugh at everything. Everything, I tell you.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Junk
Can I just have a copy of you instead?
Yeah, Roight
This is so friggin' overrated. Seriously.
Dear Sam
Kudos to my brother for finally achieving one of the medals of an active childhood: a fracture. All my bones are unfortunately intact (except for my skull, doi). And the funny thing is, he thought it was so cool to have a cast. He said it was so "Hellboy."
Friday, July 11, 2008
And her name was Carolina
And no, you don't pronounce it like the state.
Wow. It's been ages since I put down something decent here. Maybe because I haven't had the time to? With all these crazy things that have been happening lately, it's a wonder I can still hold a proper conversation, if only occasionally.
So today we had our very first one-on-one encounter with a real patient. Real because they really were seeking for medical attention. Hullo, they were picked out of the multitudes that come to congregate the halls of the OPD. But I don't think these people went to have their skin checked.
I had to do a physical exam on this patient who looked so harassed. Of course, these people have been sitting on stools, and have been poked at several times already. But she will forever be with me. Never mind that I wasn't supposed to diagnose her (can a hypopigmented macule with well-demarcated, non-advancing borders be fatal?). Never mind that I failed to position her properly. Never mind that I really forgot to note the absence of the secondary lesions. She was the first patient I had; the first I touched. That accounts for something, right?
All hell breaks loose when I get no sleep. Usual friendly banters morph into this ugly, uninhibited bitch fits in front of the MDL 6 people. My face gets contorted in this ugly, painful-looking way that even the least closest friend I have might reach out, pat my back, and ask me what the matter was. Well. How the stupid seats of BSLR-E were designed certainly wasn't my idea.
I'm bad with metaphors, but here goes. You know when you stub your toe on this particular nail head on this particular floorboard, you tend to put off doing something about it, because it doesn't really do anything that bad? But when the time comes that it cuts you, you just flip and you grab a hammer and decide to pull it out and throw it away, good riddance. But after a moment of heightened frenzy, you realized that you used the wrong side of the mirror. Instead of pulling out the damned thing, you pound on it with all you have, and now it's stuck in your floorboards. And you can't do anything about it. Sh8t. Oh well. Sometimes you just have to put it out of your mind.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Boohoo
I think it's sad when you don't even feel depressed after a devastating exam. :( I need something, quick!