Saturday, January 15, 2011


About 5 months ago, my friend invited me in a gym in Mandaluyong City. Working out has been my dream and the same time my leading frustration since my college days and worsen during my Med school. I even remember editing a picture of a Bench model putting my head to his ripped trunk. It was funny and pathetic too.
Now, hitting the gym for 5 months of 3 sessions per week of at least an hour per visit seem to gratify my elusive desire...little by little. Shape for me is the most priority rather than acquiring those boulders. But getting into shape needs building as well: more reps than weights. During the first four months, treadmill slashed most of my belly but not much as I wanted. Love handles proves that smashing off fat deposits is not as easy as building up biceps. Yet running cut almost 10 kilos from my weight in just 3 months dumping me to a low BMI. My gym buddy's advice was to take more protein for building and do more running. As for protein, it will resuscitate your muscle from breakdown during workouts. Whey protein of 2lbs costs 1,500 pesos ( may tawad na un) in Greenhills and that will be consumed in 2 weeks. Aside from that, protein-rich foods like canned tuna (FYI: Century has higher protein per serving than San Marino. Afterall, Piolo's is way better than Dingdong) and heavy home-made chicken  spread helped me a lot. Purchasing low calorie foods may not be that demanding but for a low BMI, increasing mass from muscle building will give more benefits. Now, I need to concentrate more on trimming this stubborn love handles.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Anes na Panis

  In the OR, there are few people that you must get along with. And the Anesthesiologists would be the first in the list. Yesterday after a meticulous neck surgery, I was left by other surgeons after closing the incision to dress the cut. I told the student nurse to please find me a micropore (tape). I was a little bit in a hurry because it was about 3:30 in the afternoon and still I have to proced to OPD to help my co-doctors. So I find the micropore myself. Actually, most of the time anes have that thing and we just get one whether it is on their table or not but this time the anes in our room didn't have it so I have to check the other OR room. I found it in small table next to anes machine. When I saw it, I got it and when I was about to leave, she (isang epal na anes resident) sarcastically said,"d ka ba magpapaalam?" I was quit surprised by what she said because we don't usually ask permission when taking such petty micropore which is a hospital property and not a personal thing. I was thought that she had the best attitude among them and it was not a good pre-judgement. Maybe if she felt insulted, she can say it nicely and I can accept that. In the hospital,doctors protect each other asses as other staffs do. And maybe if she had all the success in life that can license her to be a pseudo perfect resident, pwede pa.  Feeling magaling!!!!
feeling magaling na anes..i2 para sa iyo!!!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Day 7 of Surgery. The amazing part is almost starting to scare me out. People seem to have their own ways of getting to trouble. Bystanders confronting my desk to show their contusions and hematomas stating their case as if I am a police officer. Wives are bitten and drunk men hit with PBCs. As a surgeon, and maybe as a doctor, I have to attend to their misfortunes. But as compared to other allied MDs, we are indeed have the least patience. And I am working on it. But earlier, I had the chance to prove myself that my inclination to change is not easy as changing condoms. The number of the patients consulted at the OPD was outstanding. And it was not something to enjoy as a surgeon seeking for skills to furnish. Quality in small quantity is still better to achieve than quantity  receiving the least quality. As I stated to my ego, to change is a choice, but choosing to reconstruct a part that is built from the childhood's despair is like pulling a stone carefully under a tower of blocks. To save lives is not easy. It is a choice to help and a chance to be God's servant.