I Should Write A Book

When I was in med school, I take "trans making" seriously because it serves as my means of studying that particular topic. Not only that, I hate disorganized notes with bullets that go to various directions, too large font sizes, wide spaces and outdated information (OC ALERT!). I opted to make my own trans because I can't afford to be distracted by disorganization-related anxiety. My friends also did the same because there was no formal arrangement for a trans committee for our class. So one day, we connived and the Boastful Trans committee was born. 

Our trans committee was so efficient that at some point, it was the subject of ridicule and personal attacks. The Boastful Transcriptions also got passed on to the next batch. I didn't mind it at first but it pissed me off that people had the nerve to write my name off from it. Wala naman akong ibang hiningi kundi ang simpleng pasasalamat lang. CHARRR! Haha.

Anyway, that was all in the past and I just focused on the now. Having graduated from med school, it makes me glad to hear that my trans (especially my Legal med series) helped a lot of students. 

Recently, I got a message from a school mate and there I found out that my trans are now known as the "KC Trans"

So I can't help but laugh at the KC Trans thing.

And this school mate of mine knows how it should be. I'm so proud! *single tear*:

I've read about the legendary IM Platinum: The Official Aherrera Notes and the Fatty Liver of Dr Katherine Lei, Dr Willy Liangco and Dr Janus Ong so in a surfeit of ambitiousness, I thought: 

LELSSSSS

Now where's my chlorpromazine injection because I'm starting to think a little loco again. Hahaha.

To The Guys Who Pointed A Gun At My Head and Took Our Stuff...

I hope you guys are having a swell time using the money you earned from selling our stuff at a cheap price. It was pretty nifty, organizing a heist then you guys scare us shitless, forcing us to give you our valuables so you won't blast our heads to pieces then running off with your loot. Genius. Absolute genius.

I have no idea on what your motives are but I'm sure it's rooted in money. Why don't you dipshits get a decent job? At least what you're feeding your family or yourselves do not come from dirty money.

Just so you know, what you took from me is worth more than what you think. Everything has sentimental value to me because those were given by people who are dear to me. Not only that you wiped out my sense of security that I was too scared to even come for duty. In short, you took away my peace of mind, you cunts!

Photo from Einherjar

Oh look, it's written in the stars!

Photo from ~Gottesknecht

I swear you guys will freaking rot in jail. Oh yes you will.

One Down, Eight More To Go

Surgery: best rotation so far!

Here I got to do some surgeries and manage patients on my own (supervised by the residents, of course). It made me extra proud of myself because most people think I won't survive a male-dominated specialty. Not only that, it made me 100% decided to pursue Orthopedics for residency.

Best Block Evaaah. Lels.
Clockwise from top: Rey Langit, Doc Glen, Mareng Juxy, Teh Jet and yours truly
Not in photo: Gracia, Tinay and Meds

And now the time has come to move along and learn some more from other departments. Ciao, Surgery! :)

An Open Letter: The Complete and Illustrated Version

Note: I typed this out in sheer anger. I posted this earlier in Facebook because I really wanted to vent. However, I left out some details with regards to the person's identity. Since it's over and done, and a few people actually read my posts, I'm going to post the whole thing here because it's my blog and I am entitled to vent.

Oh how mature! Lels.

Dear Early Menopausal Dipshit,

Oh hello. Thank you so much for yelling, it really got me going right there. I know you must be tired from saving lives all day but excuse me for asking in the most impolite of ways but I would really like to know what the fuck your problem is.

This is the second time that you pulled that crass act on me despite my calm and good mannered approach. Twice is too much, actually.

You see, I can't really tell my resident and consultant that you told me to wait for all your toxicity to be over before you deal with the patient because if I did, it shows two things: 

1. I'm an imbecile 
2. You're an ass. 

Technically, your toxicity drama will never end and I can't wait for you forever. If you don't want to do it, just say no instead of giving me shitty excuses in the most unorthodox way possible. I can take a hint. As Sweet Brown said: "Ain't nobody got time for that"...

...because we really don't have the luxury of waiting forever, especially my resident and consultant. Go tell that to their faces because:

1. I'm not an imbecile
2. You're actually an ass 
3. I only wait for the one who is my "one true love". 

I may be a lowly intern but I know that a blood glucose level of 395mg/dl is enough to warrant your attention. If it were just me, I would've inserted a fucking IV line of PNSS 1L fast drip so I will not bother you from your toxicity. Since we're following some protocol, I have to course it through you but you were an ass so fuck you.

I'm sorry I got really cranky. It's because you are such an annoying little prick. 

Seriously, where is all that vitriol coming from? It seems to me that you pick on me whenever I wear a skirt. If you're mulling over the fact that you're not the only one that rocks a skirt in the ER anymore, don't let my tight-in-the-ass-bandage skirts get to you. I just wear those skirts and dresses because it's ridiculously hot in our department, like someone turned on the thermostat into hell settings.

If you have a problem with me wearing skirts, I give you the liberty to wear shorter skirts than mine. Pick the one that barely covers your ass then you can go play in traffic. Or better yet, you can go fuck yourself.

That's one useful unsolicited advice. You're welcome.

Oh and another thing, that nice girl show after you have butchered me over nothing does not entitle you immunity from my anger. In fact, it enrages me even more because it goes to show that you are really picking on me. Since I won't be rotated in your department really soon, I just have to force myself to smile and not to punch you in the face. Because if I did punch you, you will make my life a living hell. And I don't like that to happen.

And with that I bid adieu, saying: fuck you very much.

Your obedient servant,

sugar_baroness

When You Are Sick And Have Nothing Better To Do, You Introspect

Being a regular lurker at 9GAG.com, I often see the statement: "I didn't choose the thug life. The thug life chose me". A lot of variations of that statement was made, depending on the occupation or situation of the author. 

If you're going to apply that to me, it's going to be "I didn't choose the med life. The med life chose me". I am the complete antithesis of that med life statement because "The med life didn't choose me. I chose the med life."

In retrospect, if I'm given a chance to go back in time, I would still choose this kind of life because it gives me some feeling of accomplishment that's totally priceless. However, there's this feeling that in terms of developmental tasks, I'm always left behind.

I'm a few years away from the big 3-0 and I'm nowhere near accomplishing generativity. Well, I could work something out for intimacy by hoarding cats. Lol.

So in order to feel useful, I should think of passing the board exams in 2014. That should get me going.