Gym

I started working out again! Yey! Since I can no longer walk short distances while panting, i know it's time for me to hit the gym again. Started my first work out yesterday with my medicine student friends and it was fun. We told ourselves we need to come back everyday.

Today, i barely can move because of the soreness of my legs and my arms. I targeted my obliques and shoulders yesterday and somehow i haven't experienced any soreness at work, but the pain today is excruciating. Hahaha.

Oh well, I have to go back tomorrow.

Asked.

Is this blog still updated or the blogger is just too lazy to write things?

Post Mortem

There I was, going up the ramp, panting and sweating, nasal flaring, ripped jeans, skin was showing... lol... damn it, Paul, pull yourself together.

The day of me being a nurse was supposed to start at 7 in the morning, I received my nocturnal shift nurse at 7:30 am. I came early but I had to fix my hair and all so that's it. Nurses should be prim and proper upon greeting the patients. Upon endorsing the patients' meds to me, at exactly 8:15 am, the horrible thing happened. There was a code blue.

A code blue is a sign in which hospitals used to signal an impending or during an arrest of a patient. All nurses or mostly majority of the nurses should be on the bedside to assist the doctor in any way to revive the patient i.e., intubate, CPR, etc.

The patient was a 87-year-old male who has long been a stroke patient. Beside his almost lifeless body was his children, three of them, actually holding his feet and stroking it hoping to resurrect him. I wasn't there but my hands were ready for any drugs that can be used for reviving.

Cardiac monitors whooshed immediately to his side to check his heart rhythm but it was now close to a flat line. Everything inside the room was quiet except for the beeping of the device and the hissing of his 10-liter-per-minute regulation of the oxygen tank. Yes, due to his suppressed lungs, he needed that huge amount. The Resident Doctor on duty auscultated for any breathing sounds or wheezes but to no avail.

Sadly, his pulse stopped bouncing and both of his hands thudded from his chest grasping for air on the side of the bed. Simultaneously, the long sound of a flat line was heard on the machine. He's dead.

He was then pronounced later that time.

Post mortem was made by one of the nurses.

I wasn't of any help that day.

Insomnia

Damn it!

I was supposed to be done with my blog entry from another app but it went stupid and all and it crashed. Upon reopening it, my entry went kapoot. That's it. My marvel writing went from epic to a piece of trash.

Sigh.

Anyway, it's now 12 midnight and I still could not sleep. I still have work tomorrow. This must be the thought of excitement because my friends and I will be going for a 3-day trip at a nearby city. Personally, I think a trip of friends is more enjoyable than with loved ones BUT nothing beats a family getaway because they will shoulder all the expenses. We will be going on a budgeted trip. We will stay on the cheapest hotel and eat the cheapest (but clean) food we can find to survive the trip. :)

...Or it must be the fact that I spent almost four hours sleeping when we got home from church. Mom slept longer but now she was happily dreaming off to somewhere maybe with dad. We miss him but she misses him more.

Now the room's quiet except for the silent humming of the aircondition unit and mom's discreet snoring slash breathing. The room was dark and only the light from the iPad emitting was my means of light from all this darkness enveloping the room. Too deep, Paul. I thought this was a journal, not a novel.

Sorry.

After 30 minutes of writing this crappy post, I still could not feel myself dozing off. My eyes are still big and wide awake (lol I have huge eyes so i think this is still normal) but there are still no signs of yawning, not even rapid blinking.

Sigh. I might as well force myself to sleep tonight.

Good night. Happy sunday.

Back from Vacation

Finally, we're back from Bohol. And I got these amazing tan lines which I'm not really proud of. Because if I happen to take off my shirt, I look like I'm wearing another shirt. Also, the fact that I don't want to reveal my tan lines is that I'm too fat. Huge, maybe. I gained a lot of pounds since I was in Qatar and hoping to be thinner since I'll be staying here at home for a year or two. I look like Winnie the Pooh. Chocolate Winnie the Pooh. :)

We spent our summer vacation for 4 days in Bohol, Philippines. As you all know that the Philippines is the Central Marine Diversity in the world. I don't know if that's true but as we went there snorkeling, it is. The sea was very clean, free from pollution and garbage. It was cool, and the sea breeze was invigorating.

For 4 days, we circled Bohol visiting their tourist attractions. Some major ones like the world renowned Chocolate Hills which until now I wondered why they named it that way and some minor things like a 60 year old 3 feet long man. I didn't dare take a picture of him because I was saddened. For me, the family made him a freak so that many people will go there and see. It should not be that way but my mom told me that it's one way of supporting the man's needs financially.

We also get to see the smallest primate in the world - the tarsiers. Since I was a kid, the only thing I like about going to Bohol were those puny creatures. Unfortunately, they won't let us touch or even pet it. Darn.

Over all, my summer vacation was terrific not because of the sites and the attractions were all visited and documented, but the bond between our family grew stronger.

Get it Right

What can you do when your good isn't good enough

When all that you touch tumbles down.

My best intentions keep making a mess of things

I just want to fix it somehow

But how many times will it take for me to get it right.

Rachel Berry, Glee

Nuptials

Yesterday, my ex-girlfriend just got married.

I envy her fiance. Most of the good qualities of a women are with her. Grace, poise, timid and shyness and most of all, God fearing. Those are the traits that I really want in a woman. The bonuses are the beauty but I still want the bonus. Evil me. But anyhow, I am so proud of her.

I really wanted to go there but I wasn't invited so I couldn't go back home to the Philippines (I wish) but thanks to the photos, I, myself, got involved in the event. Even a bit.

She was pretty. Period.

All my friends were there. All our original classmates on our First Year in Nursing were there except me.

Best wishes to you and your husband, Ms. Julie.

Allegations

Facebook's now blocked here in the office and I begged our IT Manager not to block twitter too. He said yes, but Facebook is still much better than twitter. So I am still bored in the office. Anyway, good thing Blogger was not involved with the major blocking of the sites. That's why I started blogging again.

An allegation (also called adduction) is a claim of a fact by a party in a pleading, which the party claims to be able to prove. Allegations remain assertions without proof, until they can be proved.^[1

That's from Wikipedia, by the way. I would just like to tell them that the statement above is the real meaning of the word, allegation. Accusing things without proof is not allegation. Is Oral Defamation, specifically, Slander.

Defamation—also called calumny, vilification, traducement, slander (for transitory statements), and libel (for written, broadcast, or otherwise published words)—is the communication of a statement that makes a claim, expressly stated or implied to be factual, that may give an individual, business, product, group, government, or nation a negative image. It is usually a requirement that this claim be false and that the publication is communicated to someone other than the person defamed (the claimant).^[1]

Too long? Yes, but without that lengthy paragraph, you can't get all the gist of the word.

Why do I feel like Einstein and quoting them words, you say? It's because I was been alleged and defamed. One of the Managers in the Company that I've worked with accused me of a lot of things. Might as well enumerate some.

1. Stealing. WHO IN THEIR SANE MIND WOULD COMMIT SUCH ACTS HERE IN THE MIDDLE EAST?!? I know for a fact that when you are caught stealing, your hands will be cut and you will be sentenced to death and other gruesome acts. It's a story they've told but regardless if it's true or not, they're should be a price to pay when you steal. It's a sin and it's against the Law. They accused me of stealing money from them. This was the one that I ignored because this really wasn't true. Where will I get money when I myself have money. I earned it by working here.

2. Being close to the girls. It's true. It's true that I'm close to them ladies but I also know the Arab Culture and I have limitations. I didn't kiss one of the girls in the office. Of course not. I didn't commit any obscene acts with the girls also. They're just thinking that way because I think they're just insecure because they can't be with the women I hang around. One employee in fact told the CEO and President that I was caught staring one of my female friends in the office's back while she bent down. Jealous people. As if he would do the same. Staring, also, is different than looking. It's not my problem that I smell so good, my breath smells fresh and I don't have body odor, that I'm a chick magnet.

Actually, there's a lot more to rant about but I'm afraid my mom's going to read it again and gets frustrated because I rant a lot again and it's time for a coffee break.

Sulked 2

You know me, an Emo. Emo as in emotional masochist. Not people who wears black all the time (but I'm wearing one now) and sporting those skinny jeans and applying those eyebrow makeup. I love it when my heart bleeds to death. I love it when people bash at me emotionally and most of all I really love it when I sulk in my bed and cry.

But this situation was different.

15 March 2011, 4:30 PM

One Project Manager stepped in the office with a Major Pain on his kidney for kidney stones. Two stones on the left and 3 on the right. I hope I got it right. Anyway, he showed me an ampule inside a bottle. From the looks of it, I think I already knew what he wanted from me. Giving him and injection intramuscularly. He then elaborated his condition and he needed me to inject the drug on his butt cheek. Sounds easy.

Not.

Then here's the dilemma. You see, I am not a REGISTERED Nurse here in Qatar. I am in the Philippines. For 2 years of work, and 2 years of on the job training, injecting patients are like my thing, not to brag.

Here comes my boss. She told me let a nurse do it for him. What the- i was a bit offended but I respected her decision. So I told the Project Manager the reason. He then gave me a look, a look I will never forget until I die, a look of regret and shame. Deep in his heart I know what that look meant.

He went down, bemused and a bit mad. I then asked one Engineer to translate what is he murmuring about. He told me, 'I'm a FAKE nurse.'

That phrase struck me like lightning. It wobbled my knees making me burst into tears and wept like there's no tomorrow. This has been my most depressing moment for this month. I sipped my coffee and went to the bathroom to cry a bit. It's really not good for a male to cry here, they told. Good thing it was 4:40PM in the afternoon. Twenty more minutes before off-time and some people were not using the comfort room anymore.

At home, I never sulked. My emotional masochism wasn't there. I don't know what happened. I passed out maybe because of being tired, and hurt.

Driving

Nooooooooooooooo!!!

It's my driving exam on the 9th of February and I feel like I'm gonna blow. I have butterflies in my stomach since the week started. However, I never had any difficulties during my driving school. I just want to shout it out loud. That's why I'm starting to blog again.

And blogspot.com is not block anymore in the office. yay!

I started my driving exam last 20 January. I chose the most expensive course, the full course, not because I'm wealthy but there are 4 tries in a full course in case I failed on the first try. I hope I will pass on my first try. *praying*

I'm driving a manual transmission and it sucks. Big time. I keep telling to myself that it's better for me to learn MT because AT (automatic transmission) is much easier. Plus in the Philippines, where gasoline is costly, an MT car is much affordable to drive. :)

The exam will start at 5:00 in the early morning so I have to be there at 4:30 to puke on people. lol. I don't know how will I get there but I know God will provide. Maybe a magic carpet perhaps, since this is in the Middle East. Got it? Magic Carpet. Middle East. If you didn't get it, go play in traffic and spit on your dog.