HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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Dec 2004
30
04:16am


HAPPY NEW YEAR
to all of you!!!
May 2005 bring you more than
whatever 2004 brought you!!!



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Dec 2004
30
04:10am

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Dec 2004
30
03:58am
“I almost choked my wife to death” were the exact words that he told me. I asked, “But why?” to which he replied, “I was explaining to her my point. She wouldn’t listen. I raised my voice because should wouldn’t listen but then she raised her voice back at me asking me why I raised my voice.”

“What happened next?”, I asked.

“We had a couple more shouting discussions and my temper just went off, I grabbed her next with my left hand, slammed her to the bed, and choked her. Her face began to turn red. I knew she could no longer breathe. After realizing that, I took my hand off her and started shouting again. She turned silent for a moment but then she started talking again. I could have killed her if it was not for our kids,” he continued.

“And what about the kids? What do you mean, if it were not for your kids?”, I asked again.

“Well, what will I tell them if I killed her? What will happen to them if they grow up without a mother? What will they think about me? I don’t want to make them motherless nor do I want them to think - for their entire life - that their father is a murderer. For sure, they would hate me for that and I don’t want them to live in hatred.”

The above story is a true story told to me by a friend - I won’t mention his name for his own good. How many couples around the world come to the brink of being torn apart because none of them would want to listen? How many families will be broken just because of little misunderstandings that turn into a large fight?

Hmmmm, I’ll leave the thinking to you. I just hope that you won’t find yourself in the same situation as above.


Dec 2004
30
03:58am
“I almost choked my wife to death” were the exact words that he told me. I asked, “But why?” to which he replied, “I was explaining to her my point. She wouldn’t listen. I raised my voice because should wouldn’t listen but then she raised her voice back at me asking me why I raised my voice.”

“What happened next?”, I asked.

“We had a couple more shouting discussions and my temper just went off, I grabbed her next with my left hand, slammed her to the bed, and choked her. Her face began to turn red. I knew she could no longer breathe. After realizing that, I took my hand off her and started shouting again. She turned silent for a moment but then she started talking again. I could have killed her if it was not for our kids,” he continued.

“And what about the kids? What do you mean, if it were not for your kids?”, I asked again.

“Well, what will I tell them if I killed her? What will happen to them if they grow up without a mother? What will they think about me? I don’t want to make them motherless nor do I want them to think - for their entire life - that their father is a murderer. For sure, they would hate me for that and I don’t want them to live in hatred.”

The above story is a true story told to me by a friend - I won’t mention his name for his own good. How many couples around the world come to the brink of being torn apart because none of them would want to listen? How many families will be broken just because of little misunderstandings that turn into a large fight?

Hmmmm, I’ll leave the thinking to you. I just hope that you won’t find yourself in the same situation as above.


Dec 2004
06
04:47am
Got this from an e-mail sent to me. All is in Tagalog so if you don’t speak Tagalog, all I can say is sorry. :D

Noong 1940’s, kapag may bra ang babae, pinagbubulungan na at mababansagang malandi. Noon din ay may French perfume na ang tatak ay Eclat (silent T). Kaya ang taong maarte ay tinawag ng mga Pinoy na Eclat (pronounce the T). Ngayon kapag maraming tsetseburetse at kaartehan ganon din ang tawag, “Ang dami mo namang eklat.” Kinalaunan, pinaikli pa ang eklat at naging ek-ek- “Ang tagal mo namang magdesisyon kung sasama ka o hindi! Ang dami mong ek-ek!”


Noong elementary ako, uso pa ang Wakasan, sinusubaybayan ko ang nobelang Tubig at Langis; ang Movie Especial na komiks kung saan kapanapanabik ang bawat eksena sa buhay ni Zuma na siya namang ama ni Galema. Sa komiks ang tawag sa babaeng nagbebenta ng panandaliang aliw ay baylerina. Kinalaunan, naging belyas, tapos naging English, hospitality girls tapos ngayon GRO.

Elementary ako nang makagisnan ko ang batiang “Give Me Five”. Masyado yatang pormal ang handshake kaya “Give me Five, Man” ang pumalit. Tuwang-tuwa ang mga magulang kapag natutunan ng kanilang anak na paslit ang mag-give me five. Tapos sa mga American games, naging High Five o “Give me five, up here!” Hindi pahuhuli ang Pinoy basta galing sa America. Ang “Give me five, up here” ay naging “Appear”. Halos lahat yata ng Pinoy babies ganito ang series of training, “Anak, where is the light; where is the moon?” Ang nadagdag, “Appear! Appear!” At dahil sa E.T. ni Spielberg, “Align, Align!” Again, Tuwang-tuwa ang mga magulang.

Nang mag-Community Medicine ako noon sa isang slum area ng Sta. Ana, Manila. Ito ang top 3 gamit na hindi mawawala sa mga bahay, gaano mang kaliit ang barung-barong: 1. Panyong may tatak na panalangin ng El Shaddai 2. Television 3. Karaoke. Kakambal na ng Pinoy ang pagkanta. Noon, kapag nagkakantahan, gamit ay gitara at song hits (Jingle). Napalitan ito nang 70’s-80’s ng minus one. Tapos, karaoke. Ngayon, videoke, at sa huling talaan ng pagkakaalam ko, 8 na ang namamatay sa “My Way”. Naalala ko noong elementary pa ko, nagtayo ang kuya ko at ng kanyang mga kaibigan ng isang Combo. Ngayon, ang tawag sa singing group ay– Band, hindi na Combo at ang Combo ngayon ay tumutukoy sa Jollibee o McDonald’s promo.

Sa PGH, may tinatawag na Central Block. Nandoon ang Radiology Department kung saan ginagawa ang mga X-rays, Ultrasound, CT Scan at Radiotherapy. Dito ko naobserbahan ang evolution ng mga pinoy medical terms. May mga pasyente o bantay na aking nasasalubong, ang
madalas magtanong ng direksyon.Mga Versions ng CT Scan: (Ganon na rin yon, no!)
1. “Dok saan po ba ang Siete Scan?”
2. “Doc saan po ba magpapa-CT Skull”
3. “Doc saan po ba CT Scalp”
4. “Doc saan po ang CT Scam?”

Madalas akong mapagtanungan ng direction papunta sa Cobalt Room. “Doc saan po ba ang Cobal”. Yes, laging walang T, marami na ang ginagamit na term ay Cobal. Saan napunta ang “T”. Marami din kasing nagtatanong, “Doc, saan po ba ang papuntang X-Tray?”

Conclusion: Ang “T” ng Cobalt, ay napunta sa X-Tray.


7:00 am: Nagbigay ang kasamahan kong doktor ng instruction sa bantay ng pasyente, “Mister, punta po kayo sa Central Block at magpa-schedule kayo ng X-ray ng pasyente ninyo.”3:00 pm: Kadarating lang ng bantay. Nagalit na ang doktor, “Mister, bakit namang napakatagal ninyong bumalik? Pina-schedule ko lang naman ang X-ray ah.” Sumagot ang bantay, “Eh kasi po Doc, ang tagal kong naghintay sa gate, hanggang sabihin ng guwardiya na sarado daw po ang Central Bank kasi Sabado ngayon.” (Nasa Roxas Blvd ang Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas, at sarado nga naman yon kapag Sabado, hihihihihi)


Nang mag-rotate ako as intern sa Pediatrics ng PGH, mahal na mahal talaga ng mga nanay ang kanilang mga anak na may sakit. Pilit nilang tinatandaan ang mga gamot at tawag sa sakit ng kanilang anak.Doktor: “Mrs. ano po ang mga gamot na iniinom ng anak niyo?”
Mrs 1: “Doc phenobarbiedoll po.”
Doktor: “Ah baka po phenobarbital.” (Gamot sa convulsion ang phenobarbital)

Doktor: “Mrs. ano po ba ang antibiotic na iniinom ng anak ninyo?”
Mrs 2: “Doc metromanilazole po.”
Doktor: “Ah baka po metronidazole.” (Gamot sa amoeba ang metronidazole)

Ang tawag sa recovery room ng PGH ay PACU (Post-Anesthesia Care Unit)
Doktor: “Mrs., tapos na po ang operasyong ng anak ninyo, punta na po kayo sa PACU.”
Mrs 3: “Eh Doc, saan po sa Paco? Sa may simbahan po ba o sa may palengke?”

Doktor: “Mrs. ano po ba ang sinabi ng dating doktor kung ano daw ang sakit ng inyong anak?”
Mrs 4: “Eh Doc sabi po niya Tragedy of Fallot.”
Doktor: “Ah baka po Tetralogy of Fallot” (Isang congenital Heart Disease ang Tetralogy of Fallot)

Biglang nagtatarang ang isang nanay at sumigaw.
Mrs. 5: “Scissors! Scissors! Nag-sciscissors ang anak ko, Doc!”
Doktor: “Nurse, diazepam please, nag-seizure ang pasyente!

Doktor: “Mrs. ano daw po ba ang sakit ng anak ninyo?”
Mrs. 6: May ketong daw po.
In-examine ng doktor ang balat ng pasyente. Wala siyang makitang senyales ng ketong. Tumawag pa siya ng isang dermatologist para mag-examine nang husto. Wala talaga.
Doktor: “Mrs. sigurado po ba kayong ketong ang sakit ng bata?”
Mrs 6: “Eh iyon po ang sabi ng doktor niya dati. Mataas daw po ang ketong sa ihi dahil may diabetes.”
Doktor: “Ah ketone po yon! (Ang positive ketone sa ihi ay senyales ng kumplikasyon ng diabetes.)

Doktor: (Sa buntis na mrs. na nagle-labor) “Mrs. pumutok na po ba ang panubigan mo?”
Mrs 7: “Eh Doc, wala naman po akong narinig na pagsabog.” (Hanep!)


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