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    <title><![CDATA[buntong hininga]]></title>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<span style="font-style: italic;">
	kung hindi mo raw babasahin ang mga libro mo, hindi talaga libro ang pag-aari mo kundi mga tinta at papel


	</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">-white book<br><br></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">In my chosen course, you really have to exert much effort reading, not only because you have to have an idea of the principles of nursing care, but knowing how much those books costs, it would just be a dust-covered paper messed with ink. <br>Well, I'm supposed to read a couple of chapters of Medical Surgical Nursing tonight, but I opted not to cuz my mind isn't for reading those epistaxis-inducing lessons. I am currently thinking of something at this point, actually , thinking of someone... I'm freaking annoyed about this...<br><br></span><hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
	'Yan ang paborito kong balita sa radyo dati... Suspension of classes sa umagang maulan at malamig, wala nang mas sasarap pa!


	</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">-yellow book<br><br></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Yan pa rin ang paborito kong&nbsp; balita hanggang ngayon.&nbsp; And because of developments in technology,&nbsp; through SMS na ang announcements!&nbsp; <br><br><br>"Walang duty bukas. Sa&nbsp; thursday na kayo&nbsp; magduduty ulit.."<br><br>Ang saya naman! Sedentary lifestyle na naman kami... May chance magreview ng mabuti... san</span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">a lang gamitin ko tong time ng maayos..</span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">. </span><img src="http://images.webs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/cool.gif"><img src="http://images.webs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/cool.gif"> HARDWORK PAYS OFF IN THE FUTURE. LAZINESS PAYS OFF NOW!!!! WOHOOO<br><br><hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"><br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"></span></span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>]]></content>
    <id>http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3303009</id>
    <published>2008-4-17T07:54:00+0800</published>
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  <entry>
    <title><![CDATA[Touching..]]></title>
    <link href="http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3294313"/>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify; color: magenta;">When things in your lives seem almost<br>too much to handle, when 24 hours in a<br>day are not enough, remember the<br>mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of<br>coffee.<br></div><br><div style="text-align: center; color: blueviolet;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A professor stood before his</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">philosophy class and had some items in</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">front of him. When the class began, he</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">wordlessly picked up a very large and</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fill it with golf balls. He then asked</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the students if the jar was full. They</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">agreed that it was.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The professor then picked up a box of</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">pebbles and poured them into the jar.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">rolled into the open areas between the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">golf balls. He then asked the students</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">again if the jar was full. They agreed</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">it was.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The professor next picked up a box of</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">sand and poured it into the jar. Of</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">course, the sand filled up everything</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">else. He asked once more if the jar</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">was full. The students responded with</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">an unanimous &#147;yes.&#148; The professor then</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">produced two cups of coffee from under</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the table and poured the entire</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">contents into the jar effectively</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">filling the empty space between the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">sand. The students laughed.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">&#147;Now,&#148; said the professor as the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">laughter subsided, &#147;I want you to</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">recognize that this jar represents</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">your life. The golf balls are the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">important things&#150;your family, your</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">children, your health, your friends</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and your favorite passions&#151;and if</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">everything else was lost and only they</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">remained, your life would still be</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">full.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The pebbles are the other things that</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">matter like your job, your house and</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">your car.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The sand is everything else&#151;the small</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">stuff. &#147;If you put the sand into the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">jar first,&#148; he continued, &#147;there is no</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">room for the pebbles or the golf</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">balls.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The same goes for life. If you spend</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">all your time and energy on the small</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">stuff you will never have room for the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">things that are important to you.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">&#147;Pay attention to the things that are</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">critical to your happiness. Play with</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">your children. Take time to get</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">medical checkups. Take your spouse out</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to dinner. Play another 18. There will</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">always be time to clean the house and</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fix the disposal. Take care of the</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">golf balls first&#151;the things that</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">really matter. Set your priorities.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The rest is just sand.&#148;</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">One of the students raised her hand</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and inquired what the coffee</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">represented. The professor</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">smiled. &#147;I&#146;m glad you asked.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It just goes to show you that no</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">matter how full your life may seem,</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">there&#146;s always room for a couple of</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">cups of coffee with a friend.&#148;</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></div><br>]]></content>
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    <published>2008-4-15T09:32:00+0800</published>
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  <entry>
    <title><![CDATA[PAKOPYA..]]></title>
    <link href="http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3124315"/>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<br><img style="width: 175px; height: 207px;" src="http://jellicious.webs.com/Jhelle%2832%29.jpg" border="0"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Hindi pala exam na may passing rate ang buhay
... Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base
sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga naisulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures.</span><br>
&nbsp;-ABNKKBSNPLAKo?! <br><br>

<p class="MsoNormal">I was thinking of what stories about me would I tell you at
the moment. My mind is boggled by lots of people and events that made me oh-so
stressed for the past few weeks. Well, here&#146;s a glimpse of my life &#150; my
undaunted adventures.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I often
have problems regarding the overrated emotion brought about by the reactions on
my hypothalamus. Many have said, &#145;use your brain not your heart&#146;. I was just
wondrin&#146; how would I choose between the same thing? My mind versus my mind?
DUH. When you get to be so emotional, you still, of course, use your brain. The
heart-throbbing sensations and cold-clammy feeling are just results of the
impulses. We may not just be logical during these times but we are still using
the brain. How many times have I told myself not to be drowned by my emotions? <i style="">Pero tao ako, marupok</i>. Well, at least
every relationship is a learning experience. I don&#146;t regret anything. I was
happy with what has been. But I really felt bad with what has taken place these
past few weeks. Ang messy siguro ng test paper ko sa part na ito. Madaming involved
madaming nakisaw-saw. Anyways, trials are good foundations. Dito siguro wala
akong ie-erase. Kung allowed ang erasures, malamang allowed din ang
superimpositions. Papatungan ko na lang yung konting aberya, para masaya.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&#147;Tell me
who you are and I&#146;ll tell you who your friends are.&#148;</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>It&#146;s like,
give me a mirror, I&#146;ll show you who your friends are. I find this unacceptable
in some way. Just as I would want thank them for being there for me in times of
laughter and tears&#133; for having been there I supposed, but some friendships
evolve in differences. I don&#146;t want to say that there are endings in some
friendships but like in romantic relationships, I think there are &#145;cool offs&#146;. We
needed air or space&#133;for us to think over the things we&#146;ve caused the other to
get wounded. This might&#146;ve been hard but it&#146;s for the best. Sometimes, even if
you think you didn&#146;t do anything wrong, take the initiative to patch things up.
Be humble enough. Learn that pride isn&#146;t always on top of your head. There are
things best learned when you lost someone really important to you. I, myself
have proven this to be true.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&#147;Don&#146;t make this too hard for us. I just stepped backwards. For you to realize what you&#146;ve done
what you&#146;ve caused me, what you&#146;ve become. Yeah, people do change, but don&#146;t be
a monster of your own. Learn to keep your COOL. Learn to be real. Learn to be
true. Accept that there are things left unsaid. There are things left unspoken.
Minsan kung wala kang pinoproblema, be thankful about that. Hindi yung
problemahin mo yung buhay ng iba. Friends are part of your life, but sometimes
you don&#146;t have to meddle with THEIR OWN LIFE. We do &#145;edit&#146; at times, especially
when you know that the person you are confiding with cannot anymore be
trusted&#133;think about this friend.&#148;</p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Sa part na
ito ng-exam, gusto kong mag-erase, ayoko yung nangyari. Masaya akong kasama sya
eh. I want to erase what has happened and replace it with happy moments we&#146;ve
shared&#133; =)</p>

<br><br>]]></content>
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    <published>2008-3-15T03:49:00+0800</published>
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  <entry>
    <title><![CDATA[pers-taym..]]></title>
    <link href="http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3112910"/>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<img style="width: 522px; height: 414px;" src="http://jellicious.webs.com/Jhelle%2818%29.jpg" border="0"><br><br>Kelangan palang pagdaan namin to. Why are we always into unbearable predicaments?<br>Kami ba ang minalas na group at lagi na lang natataon sa mga ka-toxican sa mundo? We all felt bad about this.. really felt bad.<br><br>I received a message yesterday afternoon about an orientation for the CLDH-ICU duty. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">" May orientation daw tayo ngayon. 1pm sa NALB."<br><br></span>It was already 12noon when I got the message. I was already home then, about to rest after a not-so-good morning I had during the lecture. <br><br>The orientation is very much important to every exposure - that is, to familiarize us with the institution where we will be having our duty and the policies of our clinical instructors regarding the requirements we have to complete. Not attending this would mean a failing remark and repeating the whole exposure, unless reasons for absence would be considered.<br><br>I was in school at exactly 1pm yesterday. Our CI saw me and told me that the orientation would be today at 7am and the meeting place would be in front of the library.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sabi po kasi nila ngayon. May nareceived po akong message na may orientation daw ngayon kaya po andito ko.."<br><br>"Sabi ko bukas ehh.. di ba Thurdays duty nyo? Bukas na lang ha.. 7am sa harap ng lib sabihin mo sa kanila."<br><br></span>After a few minutes, I received a text message, informing us that the orientation would be today at 7am. Nakakaloka. Ang gulo ng mga text na yan. Hahahaha Naperwisyo na naman ako.<br><br>This morning I got up a bit late.. it was past 6 I think. I went to school at exactly 7am. It would take 5-10 minutes from my place to the school. Upon arriving, I saw my groupmates on a not-so-good mood.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Late na daw tayo. May IR tayong lahat."<br><br>"Sino pa ba ang kulang? Si Eve wala pa..at si Madam (referring to one of our groupmates who's a teacher.)"<br><br></span>Madam was the last one who arrived. Then we went to NALB to meet our CI.<br><br>"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT? I TOLD YOU TO COME TO SCHOOL AT 7! I CAME HERE AT 6:45.. WAITING FOR YOU IN FRONT OF THE LIBRARY? BAKIT NGAYON LANG KAYO? ELMER! JADE!<br><br>OOOhhh my goossh.. Bakit narinig ko name ko...I didn't expect her to be in that mood. Eh, on my time..sakto lang pagdating ko. We were all considered tardy. And for our punishment, we were asked to write an INCIDENTAL REPORT.<br><br>I was really surprised by what has happened. Parang binagsakan na naman ng kamalasan ang group namin dahil sa unang araw ng exposure, IR at make up duty agad ang nag-welcome sa amin. Huwaw! Di pa man nag-start ang duty, may make up duty na! <br><br>We should all be responsible for our own actions. But not all of us deserve that. May mga dumating talaga on time. May mga na-late. At may mga tardy. Ang hirap naman kasing man-laglag ng ibang tao, lalo na't di ka rin naman perpekto. Sana yung mga tardy na lang yung may make up duty.<br><br>This day would be memorable for all of us. Sobra.<br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>]]></content>
    <id>http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3112910</id>
    <published>2008-3-13T05:54:00+0800</published>
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  <entry>
    <title><![CDATA[Beyond WHITE]]></title>
    <link href="http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3107666"/>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<img src="http://jellicious.webs.com/nurse-1.gif" border="0"> <br><br>Yes, yes, yes...We are already fourth year students and we are expected to be knowledgeable enough about the basic procedures done in the area ( hospital or community) . Well, for all we know, not all the ideal are presented in the institutions we affiliate with. And since most of the time , we are assigned in private hospitals, we are deprived of doing invasive procedures to the patients, since, they are paying for an EFFICIENT (supposedly) CARE OR MANAGEMENT of their diseases. <br><br>Kapag umaalma kami sa kakarampot na ginagawa namin, kami ang nagmumukhang masama. Hindi po iyon pagmamarunong... May mga bagay lang po kaming gustong matutunan, lalo na't nasa hospital kami kasi mas tumatatak sa'min ang mga na-aaply na concepts kesa sa mga minemorized lamang. Kaya nga po kami nagduduty diba? Para matuto. Hindi para alilain ng mga tamad na aides na iuutos kuhanan ng VS at I&amp;O ang buong floor para atupagin lang yung pagpa-powder nya.<br><br>They say , it's up to our initiative if we'll learn or not. Whether we have the initiative or let's say we're not just that assertive enough, I believe it is still under your GUIDANCE for us to learn something. Even if we wanted to do the procedures we wanna learn if you'll not allow us to do it, do you think it is worth the LEARNING EXPERIENCE?<br><br>Ang hirap po kasi, kapag nasa lecture kami, sinisisi ang RLE dahil dun daw kami dapat natututo. Eh pag wala naman alam about certain topics or concepts, dahil malamang ay hindi pa nagagawa sa area or worst di pa na-eencounter, parang ang student pa ang magmumukhang tamad - eh sa hindi nga pa nga nagagawa kasi wala pang chance gawin. Sa dami po naming students sa area, di naman masisiguradong lahat iyon ay makakagawa ng pare-parehong procedures.<br><br>Pag sa area naman, may tinatanong at hindi alam, sa lecture naman ang sisi. <br>"Hindi ba dapat napag-aralan nyo na yan sa lecture?"<br>(Minsan, oo, kasalanan din ng student kasi pwede naman malaman yan sa books. Kahit di naturo, basta mahilig ka magbasa, may alam ka.)<br><br><br>We are still on training. We learn from every experience we get in the hospitals we work into. It isn't wrong to commit mistakes cuz we learn from each of them. We learn from whatever it is that we do. And please, do not deprive us of the things we need to know. They say we are the "Masters of Vital Signs". Is it enough to be tagged as such? The nursing profession isn't just about vital signs taking, not just about charting, not just about the yellow/orange/pink/blue books... we wanna see what's beyond the WHITE UNIFORM.. <br>]]></content>
    <id>http://jellicious.webs.com/nursesnotes.htm?blogentryid=3107666</id>
    <published>2008-3-12T10:09:00+0800</published>
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