It’s been days. I miss this place.
It’s so hard to be a student especially when people expect so much from you.
They’re in my nerves again.
Pathophysiology of Restrictive Lung Disease still not done.
Lab Results not yet reviewed.
NCP partially corrected.
Perioperative Quiz tommorow.
Agammaglobulinemia report tomorrow.
My ID was lost.
I’m nearly dead. I’m nearly sick. My nose bleeds every night. Man, it’s hard to be a student.
Im so sick!
Last week was a bomb. We’re kinda toxic the whole week.
Monday, we started cramming on our presentation. It was a ready made one and we didn’t have a single idea on how to present it. Also, we have to recheck everything about it because it was dated 2007 or 2008.
Tuesday, was the same. cram and rush.
Wednesday, Make up class in Patho + overnight to Ate Shee’s place. The plan was to study the case but we ended up relaxing. I didn’t sleep quite well, so did Angel-o and Jobs.
Thursday, we went home to rest for a couple of hours and we headed back to school to re-read the case. With the help of Sir Kinney, we understood CVA better. We went to Jobs’s place that night to again, study the case.
Friday, Case Presentation day! Everyone was nervous. We made it to the night and thanks God for it. It was good for first timers according to our panel of CIs. We revised some data and we have to passed it the day after.
Saturday, I helped Angel-o in organizing the revised case. Too bad, we couldn’t find Sir Riego so we decided to give it on Monday.
Sunday, rest day for me.
Monday, advanced classes + joint classes. Quite sickening but I made it.
Tuesday, another rest day but it wasn’t. I have to read my notes, lectures and books. I have to go to school to pay my tuition( I used a part of it and I have to save my money since last Friday to complete it).
Wednesday, I planned to go to school in the morning but I ended going there in the afternoon. I was beginning to be a potato again and I hate myself for that. Also, I was late for our research defense and I was doomed to death. MY!OH MY!
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or even the day after the day after tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I want to rest but I couldn’t. Notes and lectures to read. Man it’s killing me.
Hell, it’s toxic! Hope I pass my exams on Friday and Saturday(especially the Medical) or else I’m doomed!
How’s your holiday? If you’ll ask me, I say it wasn’t fun like 2008’s. Not so festive and enjoying. I was intrigued by ‘that’ change in status. People were asking about what happened. Few people I’ve known died. Three weeks is not enough for me.
First week of back to school! My mind is still on vacation but I have to attend my classes. As promised, Ma’am Jhen gave her ‘gift’ on the first day. Confident enough that she won’t do it, I didn’t read my notes properly. As a result, I didn’t answer most of the questions( if I read my notes properly, I could answer it wholly). I can still remember the questions and I regret it a lot that I didn’t study well.
For our duty, this is our last week in JPMH. I learned a lot from Sir Spongebob. Thanks to him for giving us so many opportunities to help and to do hands-on tasks. Also, I had a great time with our head nurses, Ate Lai and Ate Rays. We gained not only knowledge but also new friends. They helped us do our ‘case pres’ and still we have to cram.
Rushing our case presentation made me feel quite consumed. Shoulder pain with lower back pain added with hunger and IDC mates(I’m not angry, just something), I’m quite confused. I transformed to a potato again( I didn’t help Angel-o, I played Farmville the whole afternoon) and I know that he’s a bit of nagtatampo to me (I’M SORRY!!!).
I want to share so many things but I couldn’t write it. They’re piling one on top of the other burying the details deep within. Change is the only thing that is constant in this world. Forgetfulness is an unforgivable curse. Laziness will make you more miserable. Wearing your heart on your sleeve will make you feel a fool. Drink the water as you find it. Live one day at a time. Words are powerful. GOD is great. So on and so forth.
I’m tired of thinking. Glad I have this page. My space. My own board. My feelings. My words. My thoughts.
Have a great days ahead. I feel relieve! The story about nothing except nonsense thought. My first week of school.Back to school. 
Whew! In few hours, it’s going to be ‘Good bye 2009 and Hello 2010′.
Happy New Year EVERYONE!
I’m off to Far Far Away Land again with my folks.
I wasn’t feeling good that day. My tummy had been aching for 2 days and I didn’t have any plans of going at her party. I forgot to buy a gift and I don’t have a dress to wear so I stayed at home for the rest of the morning.
There I was, resting when my phone rang and it was my cousin. She said that I have to come to the party because I have to play an important role.
Forced, I went to my cousin’s house and look for a dress.
I thought I ‘d regret attending it but I didn’t. I went with my cousin and her friends(they’re my friends too). There we were chatting, eating and enjoying the night. I have forgotten my purpose there. Then my name was called. I performed my task quite good.
I did have a great night. I enjoyed it. I have forgotten that they forced to wear a dress. .
Christmas is coming and it’s a nice gift to myself(i conquered my fear of wearing dress). Now, I’m looking forward to a holiday with my nieces and nephews.
Off to FAR FAR AWAY LAND WITH MY FOLKS!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
ENJOY THE SEASON!
For nursing students, it’s vital for us to learn how to stick a needle properly. Whether it’s intramuscular, intradermal, subcutaneous or intravenous, we have to know the ways to introduce it to the body.
For two years I’ve seen my friends do it for their return demo. I was ecstatic to do it. I want to experience how to stick that syringe on somebody’s arm. It was my kind of thing, I feel somehow happy when I give pain to somebody(that’s why my Achie Blesz called my ‘Masochist’).
I was waiting for it for about 2 years and 1 month. Then it was my turn. First was intradermal injection. We used sterile water as the solution to be injected. I was able to do it quite properly. I was a guinea pig that time. I let my classmates use me(choose me) as their client. It was kinda achy but I was able to handle it. I received 4 ID injection, an accidental needle prick and a subcutaneous one.
The second one was intramuscular injection. Well, I was courageous enough to face my partner. She was the first one to do it. My arm felt a little heavy. ‘Magaan magsaksak si Mommy Lia,’ that’s what I thought after her turn. I have to rest for about 10 minutes then it would be my turn to do it.
Relax. Breathe in. Breathe out. My 10 minutes lapsed.
I was a little shaky. It was the first time I felt nervous about inflicting pain. I looked at my CI. She instructed me how to do it. Then there I was. I was nearly done. Suddenly, my cotton ball fell! I was still holding the syringe then I went after my cotton.You know what happened to my client’s arm? It was like I barbecued her muscle. She was crying! My instructor was really angry that I was sent outside the room somewhat out of my nerve.
After that incident, I refuse to do injections,except for aspirating solutions. I’d been an expert doing it.
Second semester started and our first area of duty was in RHU. We were allowed to do injections under the supervision of a midwife. “I need to do this or I’ll never conquer my fear’.
Hep B vaccine to a kid went good. My hands were a little shaky but I did it well without barbecuing the kid’s muscle. Strep vaccine was my next task, it was for Mang Jose(singing MANG JOSE PARANG SI DAIMOS RIN ANG SUPERHERO NA PWEDENG ARKILAHIN). Luckily, it was good as the Hep B shot.
I did it good. No injury. No casualty. I’m ready for more injections. I conquered my fear.
Then JPMH came. Our CI gave us the opportunity to watch an actual delivery. It was time for Vit. K injection. I never wanted to do it but our CI grabbed my hand and asked me to do it. I was afraid I’d hurt the newborn but my CI was good enough to help me out.
After all of that I felt somewhat proud about myself. Though it was little thing, it’s a big achievement for me. I conquered my fear of sticking needles to somebody’s arm/thigh.
Thanks for Ma’am M for scaring the hell out of me. (I did it this time! 
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Thanks to Ate Mid for trusting me. (I did Mang Jose and that kid quite good! haha).
Thanks to Sir Spongebob for helping me with the kid.(I did it!!).
Needles and Syringes. Condensed Solutions and Placebo. 1 cc to 10 cc. I’m one lucky nursing student.
It’s fun to be back in JPMH. It’s nice to have Sir Mar for a C.I. Our work is lighter than we’ve expected and we have head nurses to help us.
Our first day went good. We did the charting and other things we’re bound to do. Our shift ended and we went home.
On our way home, we were talking about something in relation to death and we had a good talk about it.
For our second day, I expected hard tasks. To my surprise, there were only few patients in our ward. One was dying and he was Vic’s, one was with series of seizure attacks and he was mine and Angelo’s. Others’ were simple cases.
Our patient was an old man with kind relatives. Upon entering his room, I noticed that he has difficulty in breathing. I thought that his airway was obstructed. I saw that he couldn’t expectorate his secretions. Though we thought he needs suctioning, staffs said that he’s for further observation. We went with our task. We helped to change his diapers and linens.
Time went by. As we stay at the corridor, we talked about our patients. We made SOAPIEs and charting.
Soon, before our break, Vic had to monitor his patient every 30minutes. He was nearly there. From initial RR of 9 to 6 to 3. That alarmed us. Our head nurse helped him to monitor the RR and BP.
Minutes passed, Vic came out running along the corridor. No RR, palpatory BP and weak pulse he said. He fetched our CI. CI fetched staff. Staff fetched the doctor. Vic’s patient passed away.
After post mortem, we had our break. The group was still in shock but we were able to cope with it.
Moments passed, we were back at the hospital for the latest V/S. We plotted the data, we did the charting and at long last, we’re done.
Our CI was discussing something when a relative of our patient came to the station. Our patient was having difficulty in breathing. CI went there immediately(we followed him). He was getting weaker and weaker.
CI called staff. Staff called doctor. Doctor came and announced death.
We gave post mortem care. It was to do it. Angelo and I thought he’d be okay by the next day. We did all our best to make him better but still he died.
We had two in a shift. Sadly, they were our patients. Still thinking if we missed something.
Goodbye to Sir CVA and Tatay General. It’s been quite good helping you.
Death is an inevitable part of life. Live like we’ll die tomorrow. Live life to the fullest.
Since I was a kid, many people said that me and my siblings look like our father. As we grow older, our looks became more prominent.
Physically, I have my father’s eyes. They are small thus giving me the “chinita” look. I also have his nose. The not sharp but not that flat nose(they said that its my great grandma’s nose). I’m a bit taller than my cousins at my mother’s side. My hair is dark brown like my dad’s.
As I have observed, I got my dad’s way of thinking. His interest in sports and law. My traits and stuffs,I got it from him. We both love nature. We have the green thumb. We also love animals. We play billiards, darts, table tennis and even chess.
When it comes to treating the elders, my dad cares a lot about my grandpa. Though he shows it in a different way, my grandpa appreciates it a lot. As for me, I love to make him angry(he loves to make my grandpa angry too).
He’s a bit boastful about stuffs. He likes to show the people what he got. He likes to do crazy stuffs. Me? Honestly saying, I’m boastful most often times. Also, it’s my nature to do crazy things.
Our most common denominator would be our hardheadedness coupled with naughtiness. Although I tried to hide or even reject the thought that I’m more hardheaded and naughty than him, I say it’s in the blood that makes us the same.
For a change.
For the better.
For my happiness.
For my sake.
CHEEKY! (hahaha)
One day,
Ma’am ‘Sexy’: Nabuksan ko na yung Facebook ko, natanggap ko na yung mga gifts mo tapos binigyan na din kita ng gifts.
Chikoy: Haha.. Ayos po.. (smile)
ma’am ’sexy’: Walang anuman. Hehe
chikoy: (laughs)
ma’am ‘cute’: Hoy! Ayusin mo nga yung lakad mo. Nakauniform ka!
chikoy:(laughs harder)
I was walking like a man while in my white uniform. It’s an eye sore to see a student walk like that. Funny thing about it is that I didn’t think that someone will mind my way of walking.
I didn’t think that someone’s concerned about how I look while walking. Or may be she’s just concerned for the school’s reputation.
Honestly, I don’t want to walk like how other students walk (with their hips waving gracefully). I like to walk naturally(or even walk weirdly). WALKING GRACEFULLY IS NOT MY KIND OF WALKING. >:) I don’t care if I walk like a man or monkey or a pig. As long as I could walk like that I’m happy. >:)
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