He went on a straight 48-hour duty and ended up with a headache. I gave him a Paracetamol tablet to swallow and like a child, he put it in his mouth and grimaced. When I turned around he was laughing because he was holding the tablet hidden between his fingers and was looking at me like a kindergarten kid who just played a cute prank on his teacher and expects a reward instead of a reprimand.
He got something unexpected.
Chapter 2: Coffee Crumble and Moon Coins
We decided to hang out at the local coffee shop and ended up having some beers instead. We were lamer than Cinderella because at least she got to go home at 12. We had to scram at ten for work the next day. We had a great time though. We don’t need pictures to show it. He met some old friends of his and lit up like a lamp when he got into telling me stories about his friends in Manila and how he believes his mom made the right choice when she took him and his siblings away from there. We were lost in our own little world just like the time we were at Dunkin’ Donuts in the wee hours of the night tackling our long time med buddies, Guyton and Thorek. For a while it was like all our troubles disappeared.
Except that trouble always has a way of texting late in the night, for no other reason perhaps but to remind us that it’s still there. Sometimes may pagka-KSP gd man ang trouble. You try so hard to walk away from it, but it keeps following you around like an unwanted ghost, pulling you back even when they know you need to move forward. Perhaps, especially because they know that you need to move forward and they can’t bear it. So, the cookie crumbled and the coffee grew cold. I woke up with a headache and a grudge. It’s true, you know. People who are themselves unhappy are too eager to believe that others are just as miserable as they. They sometimes even insist on it. I don’t know who they’re trying to convince… themselves, I suppose. If that’s what they need to get by, that’s fine by me. But just because we’re bitter doesn’t mean we have the right to hinder others from getting on with their lives.
But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change the facts.
He visited me at the hospital for lunch and made everything alright again. Just like when Merlin plucked down the moon from the night sky, held it between his fingers like a golden coin and brought it down to Nimaue’s face to make her forget that it’s been scalded by Morgiana’s jealous dragon rage.
Chapter 3: Orange and Lemons
Some patients could be fruitty.
One came in at my ER complaining of chest tightness and expressed her utmost disgust at the local district hospital for refusing to admit her. She was treated for gastritis and then sent home at 3 in the morning after which she asked to be taken to the hospital where I was on duty. When I asked her for the examinations done to her in the previous hospital she said:
Patient: “Kulbaan ko kay may problema gid kuno doc akon ECG, doc.”
Chamie:“Ano hambal sang doktor didto haw? may anu kuno sa ECG mo?”
Patient: “Depressed ako kuno doc.”
Some patients could be fruitty…
But, aren’t we all sometimes?
Feb 6, 2010
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