(This was sitting in my hard drive, neglected and only three-fourths done so I went ahead and finished it to avoid the Evil Eye.)
I realize I haven't blogged about our Mantangale trip last May 2. Bullshit aside, I was too engrossed in other things to actually sit down and blog about it, what with Farm Town, School of Magic, Mafia Wars, Pet Society and a variety of other crap on Facebook to occupy my time. So anyway, it started with a code.
I was on 24-hours duty Labor Day (May 1 for those living under a rock for the past millenia) and we were scheduled to leave for Mantangale at around 9AM the next day. Seeing as my shift ends at 8:30AM the next day, I told Earle (resident driver) to just come get me. I had brought all my beach clothes already so I wouldn't have to go home and delay our departure.
At 7:00AM of May 2, I had an admission. Adult male with liver cirrhosis, history of bleeding peptic ulcer and esophageal varices on endoscopy, complaining of hematemesis (vomiting of blood). The patient was fine, ambulatory and not in any sort of distress. In fact, he was so okay that he was the one I was interviewing.
Patient was brought to his room, my shift ended and the receiving resident had arrived. 9:00AM came and Earle was nowhere in sight. Apparently, he was cleaning his pickup so he could just stow our bags in the back and not have to worry about anything getting dirty. So anyway, I was at the ER with the ER nurse, waiting. Just waiting.
Until 10AM came and a code was called. The patient I had admitted went into cardiopulmonary arrest after vomiting liters of fresh blood. I was unsure whether I needed to go up since I was obviously not supposed to be in the hospital anyway and they already had the on-duty resident physician so really no need for me to go there, right? But they kept calling a code and I finally decided to go up and have a look-see. On my way up, Earle called to say that he was already in the parking lot. Told him to wait. Code.
As it turns out, the resident on-duty was having a difficult time intubating because of all the blood clots covering his airway. After the second failed intubation, I gave it a go and thankfully, the tube was in and immediately after that, with a slightly blood-streaked smock gown, I rushed out of the hospital to finally be on my way to Mantangale.
We were able to leave the city limits at around noon. The delay was partially my fault. I say partially because of course I didn't plan on that man to stop breathing just so I could start off my day with an intubation.
Anyway, we stopped at some convenience store to buy food. Looking back, I think we bought too much.
Ah, I forgot the Mantangale trippers.
Earle the Driver (as usual)
Paulo the Man-Of-A Few-Sentences (formerly known as the Man-Of-A-Few-Words. Upgrade!)
Marisse the Shiny New Attorney
Vanessa: Doctoris Valedictis
Me: Doctoris Honorables Mentionis and, as per usual, Roadtrip DJ.
As per request, no Korean, Japanese or Chinese crap that is usually part and parcel of my musical repertoire. Well, except for that really famous Japanese song, "Sweet Soul Revue" by Pizzicato Five. I'm sure you'll know which song I'm talking about when you hear it.
Wait, here it is. This is the English version, in case some of you are allergic to Japanese. Sheesh. Singer is Ryohei, by the way.
Sweet Soul Revue (English ver.) - Ryohei
Since there was no way we could reach Talisayan before I just started chewing on the upholstery from hunger, lunch was at a Jollibee drive-thru. Cheesy bacon and mushroooooooooooom...
We got there late in the afternoon and we basically just toured the place and did what we do best. Take pictures everywhere.
Dinner was compliments of Earle as a belated birthday celebration. The food was good, the dessert even better...
See, this is what I don't like about blogging about trips. It gets too descriptive and boring. Like how Tolkien describes the moss on the side of the road just before the hobbits meet Tom Bombadil.
Anyway, Earle had brought an LCD projector and laptop for the specific purpose of watching horror movies and whatnot. I brought my external hard drive, promising hours of entertainment.
Everything was setup, we were good to go and then.
Click.
And so, Marisse, Earle and I went out into the dead of night to the WiFi zone, to download said codecs. We tried for all of 2 hours to no avail.
Hmph. Frustrated and cursing Earle's useless laptop (Sorry, but it's pretty darn useless to me if it can't play a simple AVI file.), we went to sleep.
We greeted the morning with grilled cheese and tuna sandwiches and headed out to the beach to go kayaking.
We had rented the kayaks for an hour but we promptly gave up after a little over 30minutes. There's only so much rowing my arms can take. Especially if the person behind me tends to stop rowing. *glares at Marisse*
We played volleyball for about an hour, which the girls won, by the way.
Then we ate lunch and went home.
That's it.
Can you tell that this is a lazy blog entry?
I realize I haven't blogged about our Mantangale trip last May 2. Bullshit aside, I was too engrossed in other things to actually sit down and blog about it, what with Farm Town, School of Magic, Mafia Wars, Pet Society and a variety of other crap on Facebook to occupy my time. So anyway, it started with a code.
I was on 24-hours duty Labor Day (May 1 for those living under a rock for the past millenia) and we were scheduled to leave for Mantangale at around 9AM the next day. Seeing as my shift ends at 8:30AM the next day, I told Earle (resident driver) to just come get me. I had brought all my beach clothes already so I wouldn't have to go home and delay our departure.
At 7:00AM of May 2, I had an admission. Adult male with liver cirrhosis, history of bleeding peptic ulcer and esophageal varices on endoscopy, complaining of hematemesis (vomiting of blood). The patient was fine, ambulatory and not in any sort of distress. In fact, he was so okay that he was the one I was interviewing.
Patient was brought to his room, my shift ended and the receiving resident had arrived. 9:00AM came and Earle was nowhere in sight. Apparently, he was cleaning his pickup so he could just stow our bags in the back and not have to worry about anything getting dirty. So anyway, I was at the ER with the ER nurse, waiting. Just waiting.
Until 10AM came and a code was called. The patient I had admitted went into cardiopulmonary arrest after vomiting liters of fresh blood. I was unsure whether I needed to go up since I was obviously not supposed to be in the hospital anyway and they already had the on-duty resident physician so really no need for me to go there, right? But they kept calling a code and I finally decided to go up and have a look-see. On my way up, Earle called to say that he was already in the parking lot. Told him to wait. Code.
As it turns out, the resident on-duty was having a difficult time intubating because of all the blood clots covering his airway. After the second failed intubation, I gave it a go and thankfully, the tube was in and immediately after that, with a slightly blood-streaked smock gown, I rushed out of the hospital to finally be on my way to Mantangale.
We were able to leave the city limits at around noon. The delay was partially my fault. I say partially because of course I didn't plan on that man to stop breathing just so I could start off my day with an intubation.
Anyway, we stopped at some convenience store to buy food. Looking back, I think we bought too much.
Ah, I forgot the Mantangale trippers.
Earle the Driver (as usual)
Paulo the Man-Of-A Few-Sentences (formerly known as the Man-Of-A-Few-Words. Upgrade!)
Marisse the Shiny New Attorney
Vanessa: Doctoris Valedictis
Me: Doctoris Honorables Mentionis and, as per usual, Roadtrip DJ.
As per request, no Korean, Japanese or Chinese crap that is usually part and parcel of my musical repertoire. Well, except for that really famous Japanese song, "Sweet Soul Revue" by Pizzicato Five. I'm sure you'll know which song I'm talking about when you hear it.
Wait, here it is. This is the English version, in case some of you are allergic to Japanese. Sheesh. Singer is Ryohei, by the way.
Sweet Soul Revue (English ver.) - Ryohei
Since there was no way we could reach Talisayan before I just started chewing on the upholstery from hunger, lunch was at a Jollibee drive-thru. Cheesy bacon and mushroooooooooooom...
We got there late in the afternoon and we basically just toured the place and did what we do best. Take pictures everywhere.
Dinner was compliments of Earle as a belated birthday celebration. The food was good, the dessert even better...
See, this is what I don't like about blogging about trips. It gets too descriptive and boring. Like how Tolkien describes the moss on the side of the road just before the hobbits meet Tom Bombadil.
Anyway, Earle had brought an LCD projector and laptop for the specific purpose of watching horror movies and whatnot. I brought my external hard drive, promising hours of entertainment.
Everything was setup, we were good to go and then.
Click.
"Your player does not have the necessary codecs to play this file."Animas.
And so, Marisse, Earle and I went out into the dead of night to the WiFi zone, to download said codecs. We tried for all of 2 hours to no avail.
Hmph. Frustrated and cursing Earle's useless laptop (Sorry, but it's pretty darn useless to me if it can't play a simple AVI file.), we went to sleep.
We greeted the morning with grilled cheese and tuna sandwiches and headed out to the beach to go kayaking.
We had rented the kayaks for an hour but we promptly gave up after a little over 30minutes. There's only so much rowing my arms can take. Especially if the person behind me tends to stop rowing. *glares at Marisse*
We played volleyball for about an hour, which the girls won, by the way.
Then we ate lunch and went home.
That's it.
Can you tell that this is a lazy blog entry?
3 comments:
first again!! :P
having no codecs sucks... has he even used the laptop before for anything?
Real nerds should always have an emergency usb-stick with the latest codec pack with them...
And yeah, i can relate to that facebook crap phenomenon. How the hell am i supposed to concentrate on my work if some female nerd beats me in typing maniac?
letche!!!!! i didn't even read the post yet, i just wanted to check who could have commented ALREADY!!!! i'll go read it now...
shet, despite the narrative, i would still have wanted to join! And the dinner sounded/looked really nice!!! I miss you all...
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