I believe the children are our future

Working in the Peds ward opened up my eyes to reality.

I always get so sad and so heartbroken whenever I read the charts of the patients I am assigned to monitor, but upon approaching them, I feel so much better seeing their tiny faces light up as they see me. These children don't deserve to be sick. These kids are the sweetest, most endearing people I've met, and yet they're bedbound. Some won't even make it to my age, yet I can see no fear in their eyes. My recent patients, Reeve (with hepatoblastoma) and Edward (with urosepsis), make me look forward to duty days. Reeve is diagnosed with hepatoblastoma, an illness with a very poor prognosis, but once you meet him in the ward, you won't even notice that he is terminally ill. He always has that big smile on his face that makes you think he doesn't feel any pain at all. He's burning with fever yet he finds energy to play with me and laughs endlessly while I give him tepid sponge baths with tickles on the side. It's just so sad that he's sick. He probably needs a liver transplant. I just found out last week that the transplant costs more than a heart transplant. A liver transplant costs P9M, and heck thats a lot of money. If only he had that much, he has a chance of having a longer life.

These kids made me realize that I am very lucky to be healthy and to be living a very blessed life. So even with just giving them my all when I'm on duty, I am also able to share a part of me with them. Every night, I pray for all these unfortunate children who are constantly confined in the Pedia ward, because they all deserve a happy childhood. There was this one instance in the ward that really brought me to tears, and I literally bawled my eyes out as I was seeing this little boy of only about 6 or 7 being inserted with a Nasogastric Tube. I could see him yelping for help, but what can I do? He needs that for nutrition. I really just hope that they would all get well and have happy lives.

Dramatic much? Our CI, one of my favorite professors too, asked us to make a sort of reflection on our past duty days in the Peds ward. That's really how I felt. Though what I wrote may have been a hodge-podge of thoughts or utterly the most grammatically incorrect piece or whatever you call it that I've ever written in my entire life, those are the first things that came to my mind. I think one of the other things that I have just realized is that we should all be like them. Childlike in every way. Though they're sick, you can see that they're all still children, enjoying what they have, and just living life best way they could.Back to reality. (Stop it, din. I sound redundant)

Saturday duty sucks.
I only have 1 day to rest. Well technically, because I only have 1 free day for the entire week, I only have 1 day to study for 6 quizzes (only this week), do homework, rest, and spend quality time with my family, and Gino. I swear, how depressing is that?! Okay, stop saying it, you're blessed. I am blessed. So I guess I have to stop complaining. I will, in a few months. Believe me, I just want to get the whole sem over with. Know the other thing that makes Saturday duty sucks even more? I get to hear mass alone. Yep. I get home at 6.30, and the mass is at 6, so I have very little time to get ready for our Family dinners. At least. Oh stop whining! I'm blessed.

Save me

Someone please save me. I'm fighting flu, and at the same time buried with paperworks for RLE, countless projects for minor subjects, endless quizzes, and tireless RLE duties from thurs-sat. I seriously want to graduate already so I can chill at home after taking the Boards. Patience, Dindin. 1 more year to go. :)

Happy New Year everyone, :)