5 lies you make in the hospital as a student

1. Vital Signs. Especially those at the end of the shift. It's not that your busy with other paperworks and other endorsements. It's just that you can sense that the patient is already annoyed by your endless sphygmomanometering. Tip: Just have an average value. It's just a lie, don't let it ring a bell.

2. Nursing Diagnosis. Those one writes in the NCP*. These are supposed to be the actual problem of your patient from your assessment where you will base your plan of care. But not all patients have problem that you can, like, do something (as a nurse). There goes YOUR problem. So you assume. Perhaps from the patient's case and some ideal problem that he should have. It's better than to end up writing the problem of the watcher. I've seen a lot do that mistake.

3. Paraphernalia. Some CI** check them, some CI don't. But even if they do, they won't check it ONE BY ONE. If you have forgotten your smock gown or drug handbook, you can still say that you have it all complete. At your own risk. Since you are most likely to commit this sin let me give you another tip. The most effective trick here is to be firm in saying that you have complete paraphernalia EVEN IF THE CI ASKS YOU REPEATEDLY. Otherwise, you're busted.

4. IVF and I&O*** monitoring. NO. Seriously, you can't lie here. Patients are put in this order because they are CRITICAL patients. So just check the IVF and IC**** levels every hour and record it honestly and accurately. It's very stressful but it pays when the patient didn't die on your shift.

5. Log in time. Make up duty is the most uncool thing in our world. Spare time on sem/Christmas/summer breaks will be compromised as well as your spare money. You pay and you get exhausted. But a minute could save you! So you won't write such thing as 7:31 in you log in time, or else you go for another 16 hours of make up duty. You write 7:30 instead.


*Nursing Care Plan
**Clinical Instructor (pitcher pitcher)
***Input and Output (mamam at wiwi)
****Indwelling Catheter

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Ramblings and Whatabouts

I woke up at 4 am from barely 4 hours of sleep. My parents’ arguing kept me up all night. I was dying to get in the bus early this morning because I know I could have an hour nap of complete serenity in there. And so I did. The moment I sat in the bus I plugged my earphones on and let my consciousness fall on the playing songs. Besides, it’s still too hazy to watch my regular slideshow. The next thing I saw then is the world completely stripped off to blue sky and white clouds by the tattered sunlight on my window. That felt so much better.

Today is the sophomores’ first day in the hospital. It is customary that senior students would be given one newbie to look after, hang around with for the whole shift. It’s somehow fun. I enjoyed teaching and showing real things in the real place, like, pretending to know the real stuffs. Haha. I’d like to tell as much as I know but that would spoil the long way she’ll (Molly, my “little sister”) have there. So I talked about what each color of pen represents in the TPR* Sheet instead. Haha. And compute IVF** consumption. It’s funny, I actually liked teaching. Haha. But I still don't think it's a good idea. Right, Mushy?

*Temperature, Pulse Rate, Respiratory Rate (the very basic monitoring sheet in each patient’s chart) **Intravenous Fluid (swero)

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Whatabouts

Since I am almost done with my thesis and I can feel that I am really graduating, from this day, I will try to document each day until my graduation rites (as much as I can). To recall, evaluate, record, share the pathetic, gruesome, icky, hilarious and desperate things I’ll be meeting or doing over the period. I’m crossing my fingers to keeping this up. I always want to do this.

So this is it. The first day of my last semester in college. It’s quite ironic, to be excited to go on duty again but arrived late in the hospital. Yeah why is that? My natural sense of time has been disrupted due to consecutive days of having no classes. So I was given 2 patients to monitor today. It is certainly disguised because it’s a blessing. I got one of the most toxic patients so I was able to give shots. Three doses! Haha. I like that part of our job best. I remember the first time I actually did it, I was in second year geez it scares the hell out of me to thrust that holy syringe into somebody’s skin. But see, first impressions really aren’t permanent.

Today was well.

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You and Me

EonGrey Mush Potato

( " , ) {*_*}

one for always.

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Go Mi Nam from He's Beautiful

<3 her hair

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To another living thing

Dear another living thing,

I see you are alone and distracted or destructed rather. In my search for some shelter in my mind where I could spend tonight, I saw you. And somethings came up to my mind, like instant somethings I want to tell you. That would go like this.

You never know when you are going to die. So sail away, take the high road, eat as much as you can, while you can. No food could kill you. Anyway, it is every living thing's destiny, to die in the end. Wherever you are make yourself comfortable and carefree. Nevermind the people who stare or whisper. You'd be just as miserable if you don't. Go on. Be carried away by the currents that has been blowing you. Be spontaneous. Seriously, try to communicate with the people around you. Don't just talk, communicate. Stop paraphrasing. Say what you mean. Maybe you could practice with inanimate objects like that napkin holder in front of you. I can tell that, too but don't worry if you feel like you're not doing anything right lately. Life could be pretty messy. But haven't you thought of it, that the more mess you could make out of it, the more things you could look back to and laugh at. I see you worry about time all the time, too. Stop clockwatching. Life is a rush you can't kill. Just go easy and light with it. Though death is the most certain thing in this world, forget that you are running out of time.

{*_*}

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love from my playlist

Though I'm dead-tired last night, I wasn't able to sleep. So i decided to start a new photoshop project while listening to my playlist. But I stood up til 2am and have these lyrics printed on my grey supposed-to-be-worksheet.

EVERY.CELL.IN.MY.BRAIN.SEEMS.TO.WORK.JUST.FOR.YOU.

YOU,

SOMETIMES

BUT IT'S OKAY

JUST BECAUSE

AND

IT FEELS LIKE EVERYTHING

YES

your greatest fan (who still thinks all the song is written for you),

Mush Potato

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EONGREY

Be thankful for the resonating light,
for bringing you a stolen beauty of a picture that is painted by someone,
who has no name but you wish to keep even just in dreams.
I see that you are captivated by the painting’s details,
as you are familiar with every single stroke of the colors inside the frame.
Suddenly you realized that the frame is concealed,
as it is painted for somebody else,
and so the colors escape your sight.
As if they are washed away by your own tears.

-eongrey

*photo by ayen hernandez

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to freedom!

I am Mush Potato. I am Butthead. I am Rainbow Brite. I am Ferb. I am Luigi. I am Super. I am whoever I wish to be. I am whoever Mushy sees me. Happiness. Daydream believer.

I dream of having my house in some place kilometers away from my neighbors; where I could fly kite, have skinny dipping, ride a vintage bike, climb a tree and watch the big yellow moon, perhaps marry, do things that I never knew I could. Ironic it seems, but the meaning of happiness for me is absolute freedom - away from people, who stare, their standards or that morality. Who follows that anyway? I see all people fracture that book one wicked way or another. And ramblings maybe, I'm but I'm tired of hearing my decadence from others mouth while they fail to see their own tainted collars.

I'm living in one of the undiscovered Africas in the world, where in ordinary days great Savanna race happens in a very peculiar way. Survival of the fittest. Fittest in this context means most normal (that's scary) and understood. They are most likely if not win, will survive the race. Weak deviants nevertheless either hang themselves in the closet or jump off from an edge of something high than to struggle to be accepted.

I got tired of looking for a brighter side of this world. Or at least making myself believe that there is. That's why I chose to live in my own Inside world. Even if it's small (even getting smaller everyday). Inside, I feel safe. I have a vague picture of this inside I can't really describe it. Inside is oftentimes metaphorical. On the Outside, the Inside is nothing, just an illusion. But Inside is relative. For me, Inside is an escape pod. It is somewhere I feel everything is alright. Some people traveled for years just to find their Insides. I however, found mine with Mushy.

I am on a journey that would perhaps start one year from now. I hope. On a humanistic perspective, I am on a journey to find a safer place for me and Mushy, to build that house I've been dreaming of, to feed our Insides; where we could really be ourselves, and not just take the camouflage of the accepted truth.

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isangdaan at dalawang butas

Kung para sa totoong pagbabago ang hangarin mo sa pagtakbo sa eleksyong ito, bakit sa huli, isa isa kayong nagstapler ng pera sa inyong pangalan?

Marahil ganun lang talaga kayo kayaman at walang mapaglagyan ng pera kaya pinamigay na lang. Pero hayaan na kung saan galing ang mga perang yan. Ang isipin kung bakit kailangan nyo pang bilhin ang boto ng tao ay sapat na para magtae ang bolpen ko.

Kung alam mong ikaw ay karapatdapat manungkulan, bakit ka makikipagsabayan sa mga kalaban mo? Bakit sa lahat ng araw ng pagpapagod mo sa pangangampanya, sa paglalatag ng makataong plataporma, sa pagsasabing matwid ka, ngayon sa huling araw ay nagpahulog ka, sumabay sa agos ng kurapsyon? Bakit ka bumibili ng boto!

Maaaring para sa iyo, payak na pagtumbas lamang yan sa mga katunggali mo, pero para sa akin nagiging malabo na ang sinasabi mong pagbabago. Dahil sa dalawang maliit na butas sa papel na hawak ko, kitang-kita ko na ang kinabukasan ng Pilipinas sa susunod na anim na taon.

Hindi na rin ako nagtataka kung bakit umaga pa lang napakaraming tao na ang nag-aabang sa kalsada. Tingnan mo, gabi na nadyan pa rin sila. Tsk. Malamang nagaantay sa baluktot mong pangako.

Nakakawalang gana. Kahit na una pa lang alam ko nang palpak, excited pa rin naman ako sa electronic election na yan. Dahil unang beses kong boboto. Sana mabilang ang boto ko. Dahil bukas boboto ako bilang taong malaya. Boboto ako bilang taong hindi bayad.

Kung masyadong magarbo ang wish kong yan at imposible, eto na lang:
Sana wag mareject ang balota ko ng PCOS Machine nyo.

Kahit yan na lang. Kahit di ko na alam kung saan mapupunta yon pakatapos.

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