We can’t decide which is the more prominent flavor. The Watermelon or the Ginger. They are two entirely different species of food. One is a fruit. One is a root. Put them together and SHOOT! You got yourself one very perplexing smoothie.
Chapter 2: Patient Delivery Services and Sad, Sad Politics.
Transported a 55 year old man who was electrocuted down to his balls all the way to Caticlan. First on the floor of a police service vehicle to the port. Then on the roof of a passenger bangka under the mercy of the midday sun… They couldn’t get him through the door, so they hoisted him up the roof instead and hung his IV bottle on a pole next to the banderita. Like a flag. I mean, with all the five star hotels and foreigner-owned businesses in this island, there’s bound to be a lot of tax money coming in every year. If they refuse to upgrade the hospital services, shouldn’t there at least be a safer way to ferry patients accross the ocean?
This is why I’m allergic to politics. They make me wonder why in this world, a doctor has to worry about stuff like these. One minute you’re endorsed a patient with electrical burns, the next minute you’re endorsing a patient who’s nearly drowned… or heat-stroked his way to the next health facility. It just made me so mad… Somewhere out there, a foreign tourist is drinking red wine sold thrice its regular price, is eating a platter full of oysters imported all the way from Capiz (because I don’t believe there are any oyster harvests in the island…or any other seafood for that matter), sitting in a fine table with a spectacular beach view, and despite every dollar he pays, my patient, who has been living here all his life, in his hour of need, gets to experience what it’s like for a regular fish to be transformed into Uga.
It just made me so mad.
Chapter 3: A Marilyn Monroe Moment
On my way to Manang Irene’s Borloloy stall, a tray of macaroons from Goldilocks and a clutch purse with my essentials all bunched up in both my hands, and si Hanging Habagat nagpakahaso. Blew my skirt up my face just when I had no available hands to pull it back down. At least Marilyn looked sexy when she walked over that wind. I screamed on impulse and my companion did all he can to cover me up again, but it was just too late. Construction workers over at the Mango outlet. Hakwat-boys from the grocery store accross the street. Tricycle drivers slowing down, managing to cause traffic in the island’s main highway. And of course, my saving grace, a male companion to ward off obnoxious sneers and snide remarks…
For whatever its worth, I learned long ago never to wear granny panties under a blowable skirt…just in case ;)… things you never learn in med school.
No comments:
Post a Comment