Home at last.

After over 7 months of living in other people’s houses, i’m home at last.

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On the day i was moving back in, i saw the two painters at home and helped them move my stuff from the storage container to the house. After carrying a few loads, i was tired. A car pulled up in front of the house and ate lita and her her husband stepped out. Then came another car and ate lita’s son and grandsons stepped out. Then a red car arrived and out came my co resident. All ready to help. It was Bayanihan in the US of A. hehehehe.

I moved in 3 weeks ago to a house that is 95% finished. Spent a few days cleaning before i finally slept in my own bed with new sheets. I still didn’t get my hot water running for about a week and had no kitchen until after 2 weeks. Then my toilet started flushing hot water! ( don’t ask me how i found out, it wasn’t pleasant). One time when i got home i flipped the toilet lid up and voila! steam clouds.

The washer drain leaked, the dryer socket is 50amps instead of 30amp. I found out they forgot to install phone jacks on my walls. I called AT&T and they told me that it will cost me $120 to install ONE jack. ONE jack for $120. I wanted at least 4. It’s not rocket science to install a phone jack. I could do it myself. But i didn’t want to do it. Told the contractor to get his electrician to do it.

I’m settled now. I still do my laundry at ate Lita’s new house which is BIIIG and NIIICCCEE. Actually, I have my own room and bed at her place. I still eat dinner there every night. I don’t use my kitchen except for the microwave. I burned my chicken nuggets once and the house was full of smoke. I then realized that my contractors did not install smoke detectors. Nice.

I bought cheap curtains and a cheap rug for my room. I won’t be living here for long. In fact i’m leaving in a few weeks. So right now this is just a place for me to bunk in. My parents are arriving next week and i’ll be feeding them TV dinners on plastic plates and disposable cups. All my kitchen stuff are in a box somewhere in the garage. Did not bother to look for them.




This place just doesn’t feel like home anymore..

Goodbye, Ms. E.

I had a bad day.

My most difficult patient in my three years of residency showed up today on the wrong time slot. She always leaves me at my wits end every time she comes to see me and, in effect, ruins the rest of the day. This is precisely the reason why i asked the clerks to always give her the last appointment so as not to be unfair for my other patients. But today, they gave her the second slot. Nice.

"You promised me an appointment to get my toenails trimmed."
"I did."
"Well, nobody called me."

"Lemme check the computer...see, you were scheduled last month, nobody was answering your phone when they called you."

"I did not get any calls. You lied."
"Ok, I'm putting in another request today. Let me email the social worker as well so that she makes sure you get a ride to the appointment."
"Make sure you do that this time."


"Your blood pressure is still not under control. Tell me your meds again?"
"I'm not taking any."
"What's your reason this time?"
"They don't work."
"We've been through this before. I've explained to you that blah blah...."
"Ok, i'll be a better patient next time."
"Yea, i've heard that a million times before."


" I believe i need Valium 10mg twice a day."
" Why?"
" Because of my anxiety."
" How about your Celexa and Wellbutrin."
" I'm not taking them."
" Why?"
" Because i want Valium."
" Well you're not getting any from me."

"I'll stop your Clonidine. It gives bad side effects with noncompliant patients. It won't do you any good."

"I DON'T NEED THESE PRESCRIPTIONS!! I NEED MY KLONOPIN!! GIVE ME MY PRESCRIPTION FOR KLONOPIN!!!"
" You're holding the prescription. It was the Clonidine i took out. You weren't taking it anyway."
" Ok, whatever you say. You're the doctor, i'm just the patient."


" Nobody's been sending me my diapers, my pads, and my wipes."
" How come?"
" You tell me."
" Ok, which agency sends them to you again so i can send another email to the social worker?"
" I don't know?!"
" You don't know who sends you your monthly supplies."
" No. "
" You've been receiving all these things for how many months now and you don't know who's been giving them to you."
" I don't know, you're the doctor and i'm just the patient."

I remember the first time i met her. She was a mess. She had been coming to this clinic for a long time now but i noticed that she did not have her own doctor. Nobody wanted her. I felt bad for her so i took her on my patient list - a decision that later on would always make me want to bang my head against the wall. If only i could turn back time.

My pager beeps at around 7pm. The access center.

"Dr. Duke, somebody is on the line. She says she needs to speak to you urgently."
"Ok, put her on....... Hello?"

somebody answers in a monotonous, expressionless voice...
" This is E. I need my Klonopin."
" I just refilled it. You aren't due for another refill until next month."
" I said I need my Klonopin or i'm gonna die tonight.

And there was this last time i stayed at the clinic finishing up my notes until around 7.30PM. I got my bag and walked out of the doors of the deserted building. I saw somebody on a wheelchair in the dark...creepy.....

" Excuse me, may i help you?"
"*sob* *sob* *sob*"
" Ms E?! I sent you home four hours ago, what are you doing here?!"
" I missed my bus *sob*"
" Let me call you a cab."
" I don't have money."
" I'll arrange it with the social worker."

And a lot of other stuff during my taking "care" of her. She wanted me to sign papers saying that she was disabled. I did not want to. She wanted me to sign papers for an electric scooter. I did not. She settled for a cane. I wanted to do a home visit to make sure her living conditions were healthy, she did not want me to see her house.

Back to today...

"Ms. E, i need to tell you something, I'm leaving next month. This is the last time we're going to meet."
"Ok."
" I just want to tell you that I took on your care 2-3 years ago hoping that we could work things out and make things better for you. I'm sad to say that it looks like i failed. I tried, but i can only do so much."
" I liked you. You were a good doctor and you were the only one who wanted to see me. I liked you until ... until you didn't get my nails trimmed."
"....?!..." what?!!
" You lied."

" Well i don't think you got any better. For a while there i thought we had some progress, but i guess it didn't last."

" I'm a bad patient."
" I didn't say that, but i can say that i am frustrated."
" I'll try to be better next time."
" Goodluck to you."
" My valium?"
" No."

And she slammed the door at me as i walked out of the room.

I was grumpy the rest of the day. I even went off at a nurse who has been testing my patience for some time now. This is a bad day. This is exactly why Ms. E. should always get the last slot of the day. But this will be the last time i get to see her.

Am I happy? No. Relieved, maybe, but not happy. I failed.


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Our class used to have an hour every month where we get together informally and talk about our most difficult patient issues and learn to cope with them. This is an example of how powerful patients can become and how they can just get a hold of your emotions if you let them.

The Miserables

Do you hear the people sing
Singing the songs of angry men,
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again.

When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.


For over ten years i've waited for this time to come.
Although it finished its run on Broadway two years ago, I caught it during a limited engagement at the Sarofim Hall of the Hobby Center in Houston.

Was it as I expected? It was. Although I couldn't help wanting it to be sung the way the original cast did.

Where is it on my list of must watch broadway plays?

Second to Billy Elliott.

Go watch Billy Elliott y'all!!!

Slob

A: Hey, can I hitch a ride with you?

Me: Sure.

A: Thanks.

Me: Are you updated with your tetanus shots?

A: Yeah, i think so. Why do you ask?

Me: Oh you'll see.

Opens the car door...

A: WHOAAH!!
I'm a slob. My car has trash from September of 2008 when the hurricane hit. Oh no, wait, it has trash from way before that. I'm surprised it doesn't smell. I decided to take pictures. Trust me, it looks worse in real life.

The backseat doesn't look that cluttered? that's because i have my white coats covering the mess. Hmm, so there's the shoe i've been looking for. And it's on a banana republic bag that contains a shirt that i bought in November of 2008. Under that white coat are 2 pairs of pants and some other clothes. and a lot more! unopened letters, journals...paper...more paper...





The trunk. It's not as as bad. The black box contains all my important papers. It was the first thing i took during the evacuation. Behind the box...is more trash. I see some of my shoes on the right side.





I'm currently staying at Dr. Guidry's vacation house all by myself. Been here since December. Here's my rooms. You're looking at the landing on the 2nd floor. The laundry basket, my bag from my NY-Sanfo trip last Feb (which still has clothes in it), and more trash.




This is the room i sleep in. You might ask, where is the bedsheet? I know it's somewhere on the bed. I think it's the green one at the lower corner. I'm not showing you the other side of the bed. It's worse.


































Meanwhile, in the other room...

Lots of clothes still in bags and with tag prices on them. When you hate to wash and iron, you end up buying more stuff. :p I actually have enough shirts to wear to clinic for more than 2 months without washing.






There's one more room with more clutter and more clothes and more boxes. I don't want to post how it looks like anymore. I know you get the picture. Everyday i tell myself to get organized. Obviously i don't listen.

31

12.04 AM

The phone rings....my sister in Sanfo..

"Happy birthday!!!!"

"tenkyu tenkyu!"

"here's Dani"

"Happy birthday tito!! I love you!"

"Thank you! Where's my gift?"

"Hmmm....here...muwaah! Huggies!!!"

"Sarap naman! muwah! huggies!"

"Dada says happy birthday. He also says you're itchy puwet."

"I'm not itchy puwet. Tell him thank you."

"Dada he's not itchy puwet."

"Here's jeremy..."

"jeremy, say hi....'haaay'"

"hello bugoyboy!"

"say happy birthday"...."hami memey"

"say itchy puwet.... "nyi mwet"

"i loove you!"

"nyay nyamyu"



blah blah blah blah blah

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Today i turn 31.


And i'm eating Goobear peanut butter and jelly.
Happy birthday to me.

Hay Buhay.

After 83 days without rice, i'm still overweight.

Dangit!





Here are my weights over the years.

1999. College Graduation............................................112 lbs (Lampayatot!!)
1999. Six months into medical school.........................136 lbs
2003. Medschool graduation.....................................146 lbs
2004. Post Graduate Internship
and Board Review.............................................156 lbs
2005-2008. PGY1-PGY3 residency............................156 lbs
December 2008. PGY 3 Residency............................165 lbs

First time in my life that i'm overweight. And i can't seem to shake it off.




Haaay buhay. Ngayon kelangan ko na gawin ang sinasabi ko sa mga pasyinti ko. Nagsign up ako sa gym. Mahirap ang tumatanda.

Lintek.

The Blue Pill

I grabbed my coat and headed for lunch. I saw a small hispanic old man arguing with the receptionist on my way out. He saw me and smiled broadly. I recognized him as my 81 year old patient.

Old Man: There's my doc! Hey doc, i'm so glad to see you!

Me: Hey there, Mr. C. How are you?

Mr. C: What?

Me: I said how are you? (i see his hearing is not working again)

Mr. C: What?

Me: HOW ARE YOU?!

Mr. C: OH, I'M FINE DOCTOR! I JUST NEED SOME MEDICATIONS!!

Me: Oh, sure no problem. just tell this young lady here what you need and i'll call it in for you when i get back.

Mr C: WHAT?

Me: TELL HER WHAT YOU NEED AND I'LL CALL IT IN FOR YOU!!!

Mr. C: OK, I JUST WANT SOME VIAGRA!!!!

Me: WHAAAAT?!!!! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE ON VIAGRA!!!!!

MR. C: OH YES I AM!!!! FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS NOW!!!

Me: OK, SET UP AND APPOINTMENT WITH ME TOMORROW AND WE'LL DISCUSS THIS!

Mr C: I WANT SOME VIAGRA OR MY 26 YEAR OLD GIRLFRIEND IS GOING TO LEAVE ME!!!!!

Me: OK, OK TOMORROW WE'LL TALK ABOUT YOUR VIAGRA!!!


I forgot that we were in the waiting room. When i turned my head, the other patients were already laughing.