Monday, February 11, 2013

iPot Empathy Drama

Wherein I lift significant lines from songs my iPot has played in empathy with this week's state of mind, and I get to write a poorly written sentence beginning with "wherein"! Henceforth, in escalating histrionic self-drama:

"I don't know why I waste my time, 
Getting hung up about the things you say 
When I open my eyes and its a lovely day!"- Keane (Snowed Under)


"I'm damaged goods for all to see!"- The Script (Exit Wounds)

"Jack Kerouac! Kekerouac!"- Our Lady Peace (All For You)

"They say time heals everything, but I'm still waiting!" Dixie Chicks (Not Ready To Make Nice)

and my favorite for its pure LSD-induced hallucinationhood:

"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me!" - The Beatles (Let It Be)

and for its pure cheeriness, from my favorite compilation album "Dark Was The Night":

"Look ahead with hope and cheer! (Look ahead with hope!)- Stuart Murdoch "Another Saturday"

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Schizoid

A couple of days ago I've bought an extremely cheap pair of rubber shoes and ran/walk along Roxas all the way to the CCP complex. Surprisingly there were no people anywhere, which I later realized should not have been a surprise at all seeing as I jogged at 1pm, ie, tanghaling tapat. This explained the sunburn and the general discomfort. I don't have any concerns for my health or weight, but I just woke up that morning with Marth V and BL droning in my head: bumili ka nang rubber shoes para makapag jogging tayo. They've told me this back in 2010, so this is the ultimate 3-year procrastination. Seeing as I am a total weakling with no physical activity whatsoever I feared I would get dyspneic after just a few meters, but I've totally surprised myself seeing that I did not pass out under the afternoon sun after a long jog with no warm ups or any preparation whatsoever. That night we celebrated Frichmond's birthday in a Korean restaurant. After dining, as we were walking out of the restaurant I whispered to Smoketh "libre ba to? Huh? Huh? Libre ba ito ni Frichmond?" to which Smoketh replied loudly, "FRICHMOND, LIBRE MO DAW BA ITO? HUH? HUH?"

Queenie's input that night: the difference between African and French Tips. This is a foreign concept which deserves a totally separate blog entry.

Last night, who should walk in on me while studying in Shrine Motherfucker 1 but Marth V. Apparently he had been locked out of his apartment when their househelp suddenly decided to go to Luneta by herself. Marth V texted her to text him once she's back, to which she replied, "K." We later on went to meet up with JJL and Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore to eat in Mexicali. I ranted a long rant to JJL worth three pages. I realized I've been waiting to see JJL for weeks now so I could rant this particular rant to her, but the only time I've seen her before this was when she was intently appraising a patient's relatives near the elevator. I didn't really listen in to check if she was really appraising, but there's a common facial expression of doctors talking to relatives while appraising them of their condition, and JJL had that.

This morning I decided to attend the morning audit, where first year residents present their mortalities and consultants ask them question and stuff. I sat beside my residency batchmate Eds. Usually Eds would be all over the audit asking intelligent questions in his well-modulated voice and stuff, but seeing as I haven't seen him in a long time I just chatted him up and stuff precluding him from totally concentrating on the case and asking more and more questions, so Charles the presentor probably has something to thank me for. After finishing my rounds, chemoing my patients, and doing other tasks I then prepared to walk back to the dorm where I would lay down and stare at the ceiling for hours on end. I chanced upon DanMike who is now pre-fellowing in renal. We had lunch in FMAB, where he asked me some questions about the PGH, and I asked him some questions about real life.

And tonight, who should I see studying in a cafe but JJL, Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore, and Tessiloopagooparoop.

The point of this long bleeping entry being: PEOPLE! I've seen and actually had some interaction this week with PEOPLE!-- interactions that do not involve me appraising patients on how they are not responding to the chemo or how we had to prepare for this expensive treatment regimen and stuff, interactions which really depress the crap out of me if you want to know the truth (hello Holden Caulfield).

PEOPLE! Sometimes you don't realize you've been missing them until you've actually see them again!