Should be tired and asleep right now but for some reason I'm not... wonder why?

Reb changed his night off to yesterday so I ended up manning the ward with Sir Eugene with a census of 70 patients. As usual, lacking rooms to put the new admissions in, our patients' beds reached the door of the OB ward and Dietary building, meaning they're staying at the corridors and walkways near our ward *sweatdrop* Why there are so many people getting into VAs and the like lately I have no idea. Just that I've seen enough amputated limbs, broken bones, head trauma, third degree burns to last me a lifetime.

One patient in the SICU (Surgical Intensive Care Unit) is doing better and is no longer threatening to kill anyone and everyone around him. Two days ago he punched me in the mouth. Good thing I stepped back in time and that there wasn't much force in his punch so his fist just barely touched my upper lip. I was more surprised than hurt. I don't really blame him since he doesn't know what he's doing since he fell head first from the second floor of their house (how I have no idea, he wasn't drunk or anything, just old...).

Speaking of old... I hate hate hate replacing the dislodged IVs of geriatric patients. Well, to be fair, they're easier to put IV on compared to pedia (infants) patients. But the thing is their blood vessels are so fricking fragile and easy to bulge. *sigh*

Btw, Kuya Tan's third panganay (yeah, you read that right, his 3rd firstborn son) was born through CS on the 24th. My new nephew's name is John Christian M. Mendoza. Too bad they ditched the idea of calling him John David. With JR (Jon Russell) already there the only one missing would have been James heheheh ^_^ If Kuya's next child is a boy I was planning to hound him and Ate Clariza to call him James, if a girl then Jamie mweheheheheh ^_^0

We didn't get to see Fr. Larry last Sunday. He wasn't the one to officiate the 9:30am mass at Sta. Monica. It would have been his last mass here in Pampanga for a while, six months minimum, but he chose to say the mass at another barrio that was having their fiesta. Guess we'll be stuck in going to mass here in Apalit again and with Fr. Olet. *sigh* I don't like that priest. 'Nuff said.

Had to ask Kuya Jhun to reformat Genrou again... dunno what went wrong this time. Bought him a new set of speakers and mouse as well.

Wow... what a boring post. Now I'm sleepy.

About A-kun

We’re not close, this guy who I’ll call A-kun here in the blog. I can count in one hand the number of times we’ve talked in the four years I’ve been acquainted with him. He’d been a classmate once, a very long time ago and never again. He’s a close friend of a friend and classmate/RLE groupmate of mine so we usually encounter each other when I’m hanging out with that friend of mine. But like I said, A-kun and I are not close. I’ve always been curious about him though. Because of a lot of small reasons like:

I’m not too sure but I think he lied to me about his age. When we talked a long time ago he asked me how old I was and I told him and he answered back that he was only a year older than me. Since I didn’t have any reason not to believe him, I just accepted what he said. Years later, friends told me he’s at least 5 years older than me… and I couldn’t help but wonder why he lied about his age.

Day 1 of the board exam I saw him looking worried when we got back to the hotel where our batch was staying for the duration of the final coaching and exam period. Heck everyone was anxious in one way or another about how they answered the first part of the board, but somehow he looked more apprehensive than anybody else. And there I was just waiting for the elevator to come when he saw me looking at him and he approached me of all the people gathered there who were closer to him and whom he knew better than he did me. Then he proceeded to tell me that he made a huge blunder with his exam coz he ran out of time and wasn’t able to properly transfer his answers to the answer sheet provided. I tried to reassure him but he just continued to look upset until the elevator came and we both boarded it and since his floor was the 16th while mine was the 23rd he had to leave first. I just patted his back (I was really at a loss about what to say) and he left me with a forced smile on his face and I never got a chance to talk to him again after that. Well, until recently when he came to the hospital I was working at to apply. He was right, he didn’t pass the June board so he had to retake the exam and fortunately passed the December one last year.

He works at my ward now but we are not on the same shift. It find it kinda curious that when he sometimes comes in early or if by the end of the shift a patient’s SO still goes to me and asks me to do or check something for their patient he follows me and watches. He’s still not as chatty towards me as before and only talks to me about work-related stuff, but when we’re both at the ward lagi siyang nakabuntot. And he watches while I work, granted he’s new and still not that well-oriented with the work in the ward so it’s not like I feel weirded out or anything… just that I end up becoming conscious about whatever it is I am doing at that particular moment. I kinda dislike having an observer! Or maybe I’m just being overly conscious? Sometimes I ask myself whether I actually like him and just haven’t realized it or something to that sense. But then, aside from feeling slightly nervous because I’m being watched, I don’t feel anything else when I’m with him. I just don’t know. Maybe I’m just over-analyzing things.

Hi all... just felt like posting again after so long heheh...

Having my shift suddenly changed from 7am-3pm to 11pm-7am surely threw my body clock haywire. Although thankfully, by the time I do get home, I'm too tired and sleepy to toss and turn. But I never get uninterrupted 8hours of sleep. Three hours seems to be my max. Whether it's a dog barking or a passing car honking too loudly I always wake up waaaay before I set my alarm clock.

The change of shift also brought me back to the original set of people I worked with at the ward when I started. And although I get along with these people just fine, I kinda miss the ones who are now still in the 7-3 shift for several reasons. One of which is that I learned quite a LOT and enjoyed my work more when I was with them. Funny thing is, Sir S who technically cajoles and browbeats us VNs to do the brunt of the work is a better nurse and mentor than Sir E. His work is more polished, and he just has this attention to every detail that I find amazing when compared to Sir E who misses a few things and looks put upon when I repeatedly ask him about something.

Gah. Or maybe because I just plain like the guy coz he reminds me of a favorite college prof (who a lot of students said was a slave driver but one I found as inspiring)? There's always that possibility. Len (a fellow VN) dislikes him and literally sighed in relief when she learned he wont be in her shift anymore (she's in the 3-11 one). She doesn't get me when I told her that I was okay with his attitude. He's seemingly lazy and a heck of a lot sarcastic, but I just don't seem to mind it too much and just let his biting words pass through one ear and out the other.

Anyways, the more time I spend at the ward the more I realize that I have to learn a lot more than I did at school. Coz we get such varied cases of also varying ages that I can't focus on learning about one age-group or one situation alone. There's this pressure of needing to know everything coz in this line of work, not knowing something could very well cause someone their life after all.