About Me

Name: maan

Location: Philippines

i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').

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So many things happened already. I don't know where to start. So many emotions have been tormented over and over and I sometimes go numb like a stone. My small group's initial strategy about handling our patients failed tremendously that we were labeled as the worst small group of our entire big group. Our performance was so terrible that we were stripped off our dignity and worst of all, our credibility. Just one terrible mistake led us to this unending downfall. It cost us everything. Luckily, I feel that I am not all alone in this plight. My groupmates and I learned that in order for us to move on, we have to unite ourselves and love each other. I feel so lucky despite everything because I have groupmates who are sensitive about each other, who are really hard workers, and who are not selfish and self-centered people. With them, I feel that I could face the challenges that clerkship keeps on throwing at me with confidence. I pray that my small group will forever be united, and that we'll continue to stick together not just as co-clerks but as true friends. In celebration of our small achievements this past few days, we decided to grab a drink at Giligan's the other day...

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Clerkship is not only about handwork, mindwork and paperwork, it's also involves a lot of footwork. My usual routine includes walking back and forth the wards, going up and down 4 floors to retrieve lab results, make Internal Medicine referrals, bookings at Anesthesiology (I did this only once, thank God), bringing patients down to groundfloor for x-ray or ultrasound. In short, at the end of the routine, my feet are screaming in pain, my vessels are dilated, and my brain keeps on saying that I could have thromboembolism any moment. I want to buy compression stockings although its quite costly. I think it'll be all worth it.

As of this time, I've already learned a lot of skills in my OB rotation. I'm quite lucky to have a resident who allows me to have as much normal spontaneous deliveries as I could handle. Truly, as what my mentor-doctors said, there's nothing that could fully describe the feeling when you deliver a baby into this world. It's an extraordinary magical feeling that gives me a natural high each time. It's so fulfilling. It's like my life is also reborn together with the baby.