:Six Feet Under… and then some.

Things that happened yesterday:
Yesterday I watched the equivalent of ophtha porn.  Y’know, where you have to fast-forward to the good parts?  Anyway, during glaucoma rounds, we watched a video of a sort of modified trabeculectomy with insertion of a shunt for glaucoma patients.  Skipped through the prepping and stuff (foreplay?), and went straight for the hard-core insert-a-shunt-through-the-flap part.

Mmmmm.

Ophtha porn.
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Oh yeah, and I think there was a sorta-not-quite-almost coup.  I think.  Not sure.  At any rate, it didn’t seem to do anything - stock market even rose around 40 points.  All they ended up doing was destroy the recently renovated lobby.  Tsk tsk.  I hope they didn’t fire into the ceiling - it was kinda nice.

Funny thing is, more people are raising an issue at the curfew as opposed to that thingamajiggie.

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It’s good to be home.

It’s good to have a home.  Considering the many out there without any.

Went to Golden Acres yesterday for a medical mission, and while going through the cottages, a thought struck me.  All the worldly possessions of this woman could fit in that plastic box.  Two plastic tumblers, some toiletries, an empty Gatorade bottle, and an empty water bottle.

Her twilight years with no friends, no relatives.

There are a lot more out on the streets with even less.

So for all out there who bitch and moan about how things in their life suck (myself included), this is a little food for thought.

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I’m running late for work (and not getting earlier by posting this…).  Been busy getting my stuff from my old apartment ready for active service once again in a new place.
Yep, I’m moving back to QC.
The old appliances are a little worn.  Okay, a LOT worn.  But they
provide a sort of continuum between the past and this chapter in my
life.  Ironically, the place I found is right across from my old internship hospital in V. Luna.  Ironic, because I thought that I would end up there.  A different time, a different course.  But once again, I’ll be able to dine in Orbase, or run down the road for the BEST chicharon bulaklak EVER.  At 50 bucks for a couple grams of unadulterated cholesterol and gout inducing stuff, it cant be beat.

Its all good.

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Today was one of those days that really drive home the fact that I really REALLY need to look for a place closer to the hospital.  Watching the fuel gauge slip lower, while sitting stuck in traffic, plus the toll fees  from travelling from Las Pinas to QC are just…just a bit much. Granted, I used to make the same trip back in college everyday - big difference is that I used to take the bus and had the luxury of sleep.  In terms of gasoline and toll, I can get a relatively decent studio near East Ave.  All I need to do is find the right one at the right budget.  Hrmmm, is there anything I can get for less than 2K?  That’s all I’ll be able to afford once we start receiving salaries

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Well, my two year long weekend has come to a close.  The past few days have seen me trooping back and forth from home to QC and back for my pre-residency in ophthalmology.  Its been a long and slightly convoluted road getting here, but eventually I made it into my HOC.  Now all I need to do is find a place closer to work so I can avoid the gawdawful traffic along EDSA and SLEX.  Not to mention the cost of toll and gas…

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Ha!

I dropped my ophthalmoscope yesterday when I was getting out of the car, and when I tried to use it today, I noticed that the mirror inside had become displaced, and I could no longer view what was being illuminated.  Being a firm believer in the notion of "you can’t kill what’s already dead,"  I decided to try and fix it…
Once again:  Ha!
It might’ve taken a little grinding and polishing - and not-just-a-little trial and error, but eventually I got it. Just like residency.

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