Metaphorical, of course.
Sometimes little kids fill up a pillowcase with their choice playthings and the grown-ups never quite understand why they chose the shiny rock they picked up from the edge of the river over the 5 thousand pesos worth of stuffed animal.
We all have our rucksacks of simple treasures; a collection of the things that are crucial to us.
Even Psychiatry Ward Seven has a rucksack...
Well, maybe not a rucksack but a bunch of keys...
... that open doors to Psych Ward Seven's most valuable treasures...
Sometimes, we get a glimpse of what people value though the items they grab on their way to the emergency room, especially when they truly believe they could be breathing their last. This old man was gasping for air with Stitch held close to his person and I imagined a little apo who reached out and gave his favorite plaything to keep Lolo company in the horrid place that is the PGH ER.
And speaking of treasures, I have a small stash of (ehem) drugs in my little corner of workplace. A drawer full of charity that I still have to sort through...
I also have an array of textbooks... They're sad because I've been neglecting them. :(
...And a cork board full of responsibility. It should get a medal for holding on to the tasks I should be have been doing... and still should be doing... :)
Like completing my charts.
I wonder if PhilHealth will even notice if I just write the lyrics of "Lupang Hinirang" in my RIC Notes? heheh!
But there are moments when no matter how tired you get in this job, there are little bits of inspiration popping up from nowhere making you realize why you're doing this in the first place.
For instance, this written testimonial from a patient was posted on a bulletin board outside Psychiatry Ward Seven. Atep and I were waiting for our co-residents to drive with us to a lecture on Addiction Psychiatry and we happened to pass by it on our to-ing and fro-ing.
There's nothing to tell that someday I standing on my own step... kind of made me stop and realize I have nothing to complain about after all.
Besides, when things get too hot and fiery, people do have ways of douching out the heat. :)
Yesterday, I arrived home to my baby and her daddy wrapped together in a dance and I forgot all about the ache in my back and the migraine in my temples. I could just watch her sleep for the rest of my life and I'd still be happy.
Sometimes I spend hours just watching her hands...
How they open and close. How they instinctively find their way to her mouth when she's hungry (which is always). How they grasp my finger when I try to tickle her neck. I can't wait for the day she'll learn to hug me on purpose and not just because she has no choice. :P
Needless to say, this here, is my real treasure.
Oh, and I have nothing to write about "drastic measures".
I just happen to like clang associations. :D
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