letting go of the excess baggage and "reset"-ing

last weekend, i had a long list of things to do: finish up my researches, pay sun bill, study for the exam...and the list goes on and on. 

but i was only able to do one thing.

i reformatted my computer.  by myself, but with the help of my brother in law.

it was a very "free-ing" exercise.  i was forced to review all the files that i had in  my laptop and ended up deleting them all. yes, even those movies (in my life, 50 first dates, my big fat greek wedding, but at the back of my mind i knew i could download them again), the go-sing application with all the songs, the skype and YM application to chat with friends, the i tunes application with all the MP3s.  in the end, all i had in my tera-byte external drive were the precious pictures and the researches at hand.

if i could do this with my life, get rid of all the baggage, reset myself once in the while, or at least defrag myself periodically, i think life would have less angst.  as a co-fellow put it, life would be much easier if we would not over analyze.  or in my head, end up being pack-rats, paying homage to really unnecessary things that we think make us happy, but end up being excess baggage, slowing us down, or taking us away from the things we really deem important.

as a result, i now have a faster laptop.  it feels lighter too.

i wish my life could be like this.  besides, i need the speed given that i only have 6 months to go in this current exercise. what's MORE... in 9 days, the -ber months will come rolling in.

life is so fast, there is fear in closing my eyes.  once i open them i might find myself living the future.  but then again, i am excited to move on to the next chapter.  with just the necessary baggage in hand. :)

SMS saga

to continue the saga...

i went through the chart of our infamous extension-itis patient only to see that the "silip" done by ORL was normal.  i called friendly GI batchmate fellow to ask the next best course of action.  wel came to the consensus of the EGD.  Mura na, Mabilis pa.  (sounds like PGH logo).

amidst all the embarrassment, i call up kindhearted towering GI fellow to refer our patient.  and then i entered in the chart.  which was real funny because the chart looked like this:

ORL:  laryngoscopy done, no abnormality.  assessment: dysphagia, etiology to be determined.

all of  a sudden, there was this misplaced entry:

Renal:  please do ECG.  Refer to GI.  (which i already did.)

 The next day, i was plagued with forwarded messages from extension asking why they were spending, why the doctors were taking so long, isn't being a PGH charity patient all about getting things for free.

to which i replied: wala na pong libre ngayon.

good thing, this story has sort of a compensatory comic relief ending.  i get a text from kind-hearted towering GI fellow:

GI fellow: smoketh, esophagel foreing body ang nakita.  I retrieved it na.  santol seend.  mukhang nag lodge sa level ng aortic arch.  pa xray na rin.

I wasted no time forwarding the message to my closest friends.  to hell with confidentiality.

it is a good thing my friends were really my friends.  their replies:

frichmond:  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

SAFM:  I burst into laughter in the middle of thigns when i remember the  f ____ ng santol.  AHAHAHAHA!

SAFM after 2 hours: f _ _ _!  tawang tawa pa rin ako sa santol ahahahaha ahahahaha AHAHAHAHAHAH!

In fairness, extensionitis had her share of SMS as well: good afternoon, po. Dra, maraming salamat po nandito na kame sa bahay.  salamat po talaga.

to which i replied....NOTHING!

disclaimer: names of the characters have been changed to protect their identity.

it has been a while since i visited my blog...but with events of today, i find the need to document in my blog suck it up.  such is life.  even as we live it, there are certain events that happen which are so UNBELIEVABLE that we would just have to laugh at it in order for it to have good comic index and for the experience to have high value. 

sayang sa time kung di tayo tumawa. 

the following is such an event.

today i got a text from my dad: "sir magandang hapon po.  john po ito.  sir baka pede niyo naman po tulungan papa ko kasi mag iisang linggo na po siyang hindi nakakakain.  kahit po tubig ininusuka niya agad.  Parang awa niyo na sir, tulunggan (yes, spelled this way) niyo naman po kami.  Marissa, please help Mr. Dioqno. Daddy JT Lim"

I read the message twice and sounds of crickets came into mind.  I don't know if i was suffering short term memory loss, or if i was stuck in an alternate universe.  yes, the text came from my dad but i really didn't get the message.  he was referring to jonathan or mr diocton as if they were our closest family friends, but i had NO idea who they were.

I didn't know what to say.  so i texted the obvious.

i replied a curt, nose-wrinkling, alta-toned reply with a hint of disgust and distaste: "who's that?"

my dad replied: "Mr. Dioqno, father of Marjorie and husband of Mama Mary Dioqno of Pateros"

pause.

then, it made made sense.  but it turned my life into a funnier, twilight zone-ier life. 

if you get this story, then you are included in my circle of closest friends.  hehehe.

i did all that i could to stop myself from rolling on the floor laughing.  i was living my life everyday, but even then, i could not believe that this was happening. 

so of course, i performed all my doctorly functions to that patient. later on, i get a message saying "mamamatay na siya" and "cancer, baka cancer, kung kailangan ng CT scan, sagutin mo muna, babayaran ko!"  OMG.  Then as it turns out, this Mr. Dioqno is a 56 (take note, 56 is really way less than 70) year old male who is ambulatory and very fit, walking to our ER.  talk about near death.  so i endorsed him to the ER officer and instructed them to text me if there was a problem.

to hellellell with these doctorly functions which i want to get out of.  i have no obligation to these people.  but just like that, i was vortexed into a family i really didn't want to get into.

but then again, we are taught, early in life, to suck it up. 

so i did.