mE, MySeLf & GOD

You have to live the life you were born to live…. -tsom

EPISTAXIS & A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 1:59 am on Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Thesis… Dengue Fever… Deadline (before the accreditation at the end of the month)… These things just might lead to me experiencing epistaxis and a nervous breakdown!

I mean, do I really have to be this busy? I think I might have an aneurysm or permanent brain damage… Err, anyone who has thorazine?! God, this is serious! You might just find me walking aimlessly around Batangas City, you know… poor thing… Urrghh! Nursing students are always taught that STRESS is bad for the health — physically and psychologically. Too much stress can take its toll on the frail human body.

I’m four feet ten inches short and I feel my stress level is way taller than me! Breath… Inhale, exhale…Relax… Chill… Everything’s gonna be ok…

You know what? I’m gonna do this thing. I’m gonna finish it on time and I’m gonna make a good nurse someday! Whatever it takes, I WILL COPE!

GRAVEYARD SHIFT & LIFE’S PRESSURES

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 12:15 am on Monday, August 11, 2008

"Toxic" is the term nurses (and other medical professionals) use when there are a lot to do. Recently, that’s just how my studies go… TOXIC! I have this thesis that I have to work on fast enough to be able to finish the first three chapters within the end of this month and it feels like my time is running out. Then I still have the lectures to cope up with. Well, anyway, I love lectures. I don’t know but I really do… Perhaps it has something to do with being more adept at medical terms and stuff like that…

But then again, there are the hospital duties… No, don’t get me wrong. I DON’T hate hospital duties. It’s just that duties make me feel inadequate, being a student, you know (and being at the bottom of the surgical food chain, as Dr. Alex Karev puts it)… I just feel that there are still so much to learn, and there are a lot more that I do not know… and yet, the Board Exam is nearing… OMG! I’m NOT ready yet…!!!

Another thing that really makes me tired is the GRAVEYARD SHIFT (again). Well I like the fact that I get exposed a lot this semester at BRH because there are so much to do in there. I recently had another case at the ER. But it’s just that I can’t help getting all tired and cranky especially when my duty is at 3pm-11pm or worst, 11pm-7am… I just might start loosing my head or something! I mean, what date is it again?! (See my point?)

But I know that I really musn’t complain. After all, I am a nursing student. And in the near future, if I become a nurse (God-willing) I would have to put up with a lot more pressure. And pressure I must learn to take. You see, I have this vision of myself in a white nun’s habit, taking care of abandoned children in a small hospital unit owned by lets see… The Sisters of Healing congregation? =) Gee… that sounds…. I don’t know, odd?! Anyway, the point is if that odd thing ever happens, I would have to take the pressure! I might as well accept the fact that pressure is part of life… just like graveyard shift is part of my nursing student life….

ON GREY’S ANATOMY & NURSING STUDENTS

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 10:56 pm on Saturday, August 2, 2008

DR. CRISTINA YANG: I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one - don’t try sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not gonna change…..

…. The dying person better not be dead when I get there because not only would you have killed someone. You would have waken me for no good reason…

~Typical Dr. Yang line. I love her, in fact she’s my favorite character in Grey’s Ana… Yeah, she’s this great, brainy surgeon and she rocks at being one. I’ve seen doctors and surgeons like her in real life — you know — those kinds that seem to NEVER commit an error, they’re almost inhuman! And frankly, I don’t love them the way I do Dr. Yang’s character. The Dr. Yangs make nursing students like myself feel like morons who have no business being anywhere near a hospital. But then again, they have the right to make us feel like incapables because they do excellent jobs… they save lives man!

DR. ALEX KAREV: You’re grunts. You’re at the bottom of the surgical food chain…

~No, Dr. Karev, your interns aren’t at the bottom because nursing students are! Interns, staff nurses, clinical instructors, even the trainees can take the pleasure in busting us (nursing students) out… So interns, you’re cool… We nursing students, have to live with the fact that we are the lowest of the low in the hospital food chain… even if we pay our RLE fees, we’re still at the bottom. So again, Dr. Karev, that statement of yours isn’t really applicable to real life. That’s ok… months from now, me and my batchmates are gonna be registered nurses…. hopefully!

DR. SHEPHERD: (to Lexie Grey) You’re the girl from the bar!

~Mcdreamy… he’s awesome! He just looks so good when he’s in his scrub suit and he’s doing a craniotomy… Plus the fact that he remembers interns from the bar (or does he just remember women named Grey exclusively?)… Anyway, you don’t find that often — doctors actually remembering people who are not at the same league as them (interns, nurses, students)…. Well don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against doctors (especially neuros) but it’s just that they are so preoccupied by their heroic roles of saving people’s lives that they don’t have time to remember girls from the bar. So a doctor remembering a nursing student in real life? Not likely.

DR. LEXIE GREY: (Pointing towards the patient) Did he just move?

~In season four of Grey’s, Dr. Lexie appeared with the other new interns (and Dr. O’malley as well) and they are like these clueless lot… Dr. Yang even confesses: "I hate them!" and calls them numbers (1 and 2, get to the ambulance!)…. And I can so relate to that! I mean, you try to be observant (like what Lexie did here) and yet, you still feel like you’re clueless and hopeless… So is it possible for interns and in this post’s case student nurses to feel inadequate? Based on my personal experience, I would say yes.

I watch Grey’s because I can relate to it. It’ like ‘Yes, exactly! I know!’… I should like the medical setting because in the near future, I will be in a true-to-life Seatle Grace Hospital and I will be experiencing true-to-life challenges in that particular field… until of course I enter the convent and become a nun…

But it will be great… God help… =) 

THE UPS AND DOWNS OF THE CALL

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 4:59 pm on Sunday, July 27, 2008

I’ve been saying time and again that I like to become a nun. I want to wear a habit, pray most of the day, and stay unmarried. These began at a very early age, back when I was in first grade. I wanted to become a nun then because of THE SOUND OF MUSIC. I wondered what it felt like to wear a nun’s habit just like Maria, the Reverend Mother, or Sr. Margaretta. But of course, I really didn’t understand what it really meant to become a nun.

Then I started to grow up. When I was in 3rd to 6th grade, I wanted to be many things — a doctor, a manager, a business woman and whatnot. The "nun fever" was forgotten… or so I thought.

High school was the best part of my academic days. Up to now, I still miss those days when I would have to wake up extra early so that I won’t be late for school. I still miss the first Friday Masses, the recollections, retreats, UN celebrations, SME & SJE days. I miss going out of the campus (even without a lunch pass), and eventually getting caught! I miss my friends, my teachers, and especially the RGS sisters.

The "nun fever" was back by the time I was in first year high school. I remember one time when in my Filipino class with the then Ms. Valenzuela (Mrs. Ramirez now) and she asked the class "Sampung taon mula ngayon, paano ninyo nakikita ang inyong sarili, I-Peace?" I don’t remember if I was the first one she called to answer but eventually she did call me and I said (much to their surprise and to mine as well): "Ako na po ang nasa tayo ni Sr. Catalina!" Sr. Catalina was the president of SBC, Batangas City when I was in high school. I’ve heard that she is now in SBS (St. Bridget School), Quezon City. "Gusto mong magmadre?", my classmates started to ask, to which I readily answered: "Oo!"

When asked about my plans, I said that I’d finish high school, take up BS Education Major in English at SBC, then enter the convent as a Religious of the Good Shepherd (RGS) nun. Everybody thought I was serious and I even remember them calling me "Sister", and actually asking for my blessing!

I also remember  befriending Sr. Celeste Yuzon, RGS. I thought she looked kind and really, really pretty. So one day, I approached her and asked her how to put on a nun’s veil. Surprised but happy to help, she taught me. We became friends from then on and she also became a confidant (she was the HS department’s Guidance Counselor). She even visited my father at the hospital when she knew that my father had a stroke. Then she was transferred to Quezon City. I got really sad and I sent her a letter. She answered and told me she was touched that I valued our friendship. Everything was well and we texted each other. But then again, she got transferred once more and this time to another country — Japan. I haven’t seen Sr. Celeste from then on. Without a nun counseling me, I started to entertain the thought that maybe, I wasn’t meant for the nunnery. My friends used to tell me: "Nasa Catholic school ka kasi tsaka malapit ang family n’yo sa mga madre’t pari kaya feeling mo may calling ka." And that was quite right. I wanted to become a nun, but it was a wanting, not a desire.

Then I graduated from SBC. My parents told me to take up BS Nursing instead of Education, and so SBC got out of the question. I enrolled at Lyceum of Batangas (now Lyceum of the Philippines) and I continued to tell my friends that I want to become a nun… although I didn’t really feel God wanted me too. I asked Him for signs and the signs were always given to me — only they told me He didn’t want me to become a nun. Plus the fact that I had been having this strange feeling for a guy for such a very long time (in fact, it lasted for 7 years).

Then my mom got a job at BSU and we thought it was wiser if I transferred to BSU, which I eventually did. Still, I told people that I wanted to become a nun. Somehow, I just couldn’t get the "nun fever" out of my system. But deep inside I was struggling. I wanted to become a nun but it was hard to hear God when one has a lot of problems. I felt down and low. I started asking God "Lord why?"… Why do I have scoliosis? Why am I not pretty? Why don’t we have a lot of money? Why am I hurt? Why am I angry? Why am I always doing the wrong thing?… In short, I didn’t have a clue.

My close friends started to seriously tell me that I wasn’t for the nunnery. One time I was even told that my wanting to become a nun was just a defense mechanism. I wanted to enter the convent to escape my problems. And so I gave in. I finally admitted that I wasn’t "called to become a nun"…. Or so I thought.

I don’t actually remember the exact date, but I do remember it being a Sunday — when Pope Benedict XVI said the last mass at the World Youth Day in Australia. That morning, we (my family and I) went to Mass as usual. I don’t remember which particular part of the Mass it was, but suddenly, I felt God’s presence. You just know it because you feel different — more enlightened. And then I heard a voice deep inside my heart that told me: "I love you and I love everything about you!"

Suddenly everything didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter if I have kyphoscoliosis, myopia, flat feet, 3 impacted teeth, a sebaceous cyst… it didn’t matter that I have a lot of flaws (7 capital sins… all of the above!) because GOD LOVES ME and it was a very, very happy feeling! Words cannot describe how it really felt and it brought about tremendous change to my feelings. Suddenly, I’m not angry at the situation anymore. Suddenly I accept everything that life has to offer because I realized "these are from God"….

From that day, I realized that I have been passionate about the religious life after all. It was just that I got so concentrated on what I want, I didn’t pause to think of WHAT GOD WANTS. The difference now is that I try to hear what God wants me to do and obey it. It’s not just what I want… it’s about what He wants….

And so, my prayer now is that for God to want me to become a nun someday or if not, for me to be able to accept His will (if He doesn’t want be to enter the religious life, then make me accept what He wants). I am still not sure of what God wants. But this is what I’m sure of: As of now, I am really passionate about entering the religious life and offering myself to Christ. Call it silly or cheesy but this is between me and God. The main thing is that I know that I say this from the heart. It feels so good to love God because when you love God and you know that He loves you, you will find a certain joy that is hard to extinguish.

And so, am I going to become a nun? Honestly, I don’t know. I’m still not sure. I want to become one but what if God has other plans? Well as of now, I only have to live life as it is and let God do the rest. I just have to trust Him and everything will turn out just fine. Nun or not a nun, I am still for God!

-AMDG      

I SEEK YOU FOR I THIRST

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 12:03 am on Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Though many times I run from You in shame

I lift my hands and call upon Your name

For underneath the shadow of Your wings

My melody is You

Oh Lord I seek You for I thirst

Your mercy is the rain on the desert of my sould

Oh Lord I raise my lifeless eyes

And see Your glory shines

How Your kindess overflows

Oh Lord Your sanctuary calls

I yearn to be with You

In the rivers of Your love

JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 5:37 am on Monday, July 21, 2008

Honestly, I have no idea what I should do with my life. Yes, I have plans but living life isn’t about what I WANT, it’s about what YOU WANT Lord. So please take the wheel for me. Do you want me to become a nun someday or do you want me to serve You differently? Please give me the courage to accept Your will and the gracious heart to obey You.

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It would been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn’t pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn’t even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can’t do this all on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I’m sorry for the way
I’ve been living my life
I know I’ve got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can’t do this all my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I’m on

Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I’m on
From this road I’m on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, oh

OR — Feels Like Grey’s

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 4:32 pm on Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Wearing my green scrubs, I felt both excited and nervous. ‘This is it… the real thing — just like in Grey’s Anatomy!’, I thought to myself. I would be able to witness REAL operative procedures and REAL people REALLY being cut open! I would be able to see and touch real scalpels and surgical instruments — this is it… This is sooo cool! Plus I would be able to scrub in on both minor and major surgeries and I need those to be able to qualify for the board exam.

But then, I realized the OR is far more than "cool" surgeries. Like in Grey’s, there are real surgical instruments that I should quickly memorize… Plus real procedures that I should strictly follow — one simple mistake such as putting a finger on your face would result to a scrub out. Then there are real ‘Dr. Baileys’ (the Clinical Instructors and the surgeons) who would literally shout at you (and pinch you… peace tayo, Ma’am Ebora) when you couldn’t give the instrument in a blink of an eye…. seriously! And if the surgery lasts for, let’s say, 4 hours, one would have to stand handing instruments, threading sutures and holding retractors for 4 hours straight — no thouching your face or your nose especially when it’s itchy and definitely no peeing!

But one thing is for sure — the shouts and the gruelling hours of standing up are worth it… I observed a Cholecystectomy (removal of the gall bladder). I got to be a circulating nurse in a TAH (Total Abdominal Hysterectomy), where the uterus was removed. I saw a real uterus! I also assisted in an appendectomy where the young surgeon joked ‘Kabait mo namang magbigay ng instruments.’, which was really not good because in giving instruments one must sort of slap it a little bit on the surgeon’s hand so that he woukd know if he’s got it. Then I scrubbed in a myomectomy (uterine myoma removal) and the patient has Hepatitis B so we had to wear double gloves. But the coolest one was the CS (Caesarian Section) where I saw a real newborn baby and a real CS incission. Well, the doctor irritatedly told me: "Ineng bilis-bilisan mo naman!", as I was threading a suture. But when I got the hang of it, I was able to act a bit faster and hand the mayo scissors and tissue forceps and the OS in a quick and almost precise manner.

I still have a lot (and I mean a lot) to learn. But I loved the experience. Imagine, at 19 years of age, I got to see a uterus (and a cute surgeon as well)!

Keep Breathing

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 4:18 pm on Sunday, November 18, 2007

It is true that when you loose someone you love, all you could do is keep breathing…

Keep Breathing

The storm is coming but I don’t mind.
People are dying, I close my blinds.

All that i know is I’m breathing now.

I want to change the world…instead I sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.

But all that I know is I’m breathing.
All i can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.

All that I know is I’m breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.

All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.

hOw CaN i Not LoVe YoU

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 4:10 pm on Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Cannot touch, Cannot hold, Cannot be together
Cannot love, Cannot kiss, Cannot love eachother
Must be strong and we must let go
Cannot say what our hearts must know

Chorus:
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here in my arms
How does one walks away
From all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone

Cannot trip, Cannot share sweet and tender moments
Cannot feel how we feel, Must pretend it’s over
Must be brave and we must go on, Must not say
Wat we no longer long

Chorus:
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here in my arms
How does one walks away
From all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone

How can I not love you

Bridge:
Must be brave and we must be strong
Cannot say what we no longer long

Chorus:
How can I not love you
What do I tell my heart
When do I not want you here in my arms
How does one walks away
From all of the memories
How do I not miss you when you are gone

How can I not love you
When you are gone?

freaky friday!

Filed under: Uncategorized — donamarie at 2:39 am on Friday, July 27, 2007

ANNA (in tess’ body): look at me! i’m old…. i’m like the crypt keeper!

TESS (in anna’s body): i beg your pardon? ok, that’s enough!

***

TESS (in anna’s body): these are not mine. not mine, not mine…. those are definitely not mine!

***

TESS (in anna’s body): and i don’t want mine? my wedding’s tomorrow! oh my god, my wedding’s tomorrow!

ANNA (in tess’ body): i can’t marry ryan… ewwww!

***

ANNA (to ryan, in tess’ body): honey! you’re here! errr, darling… can you just chill for a sec?

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TESS (in anna’s body): i for one am not crazy. i am a mature woman trapped in my daughter’s body… oh my god, i am crazy!

=)

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