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Name: German John
Country: Philippines
Metro: Manila
Birthday: 12/14/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: collecting model warplanes, studying Latin, reading books, watching war movies, surfing the internet, playing games on my computer, Visual Basic programing
Expertise: Computers and Digital Technology, History, Applied Science, Latin and the Military
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Yahoo:  silvius_flavius
Member Since:
5/3/2005
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| As the clock ticked twelve I realized that I am getting older. A number has been added to my age, but does that ends there?
No, as I grow older, I became more mature as the wealth of life's
experiences teaches me a lot about myself and the world. It is not just
the number added but the wisdom of age that comes with it.
Regret came when my thoughts drifted back onto the things I never did
but wished otherwise. Past is past and what's done has been already
done, I could only contend myself that my doings, right or wrong, made
me into what I am now.
Uneasy, that's how I feel when I think of
my own life now. I feel that everything within my fragile lilliputian
world is attached on a string that could easily snap with little
carelessness.
The pressure is going to kill me. I don't know if
I could still manage to put a hold on everything so it wouldn't fall
crashing to the ground.
I hope that I could now take command of
my own ship and steer it at will. I'm tired of having people tell me
what to do and how to live my life.
Imagining the length of what
I could do with the independence deprived, I feel that my existence is
robbed of its own soul. Something in me wants to come out, to breath
free, and conquer weakness.
Looking ahead, the future looks
unsure, dark, yet mysterious. It's up to me to explore the coast of my
own uncertainty, and conquer the monsters that haunt me. | | |
| I lost my patience yesterday, on an annoying and drunk patient, while serving on night shift at the emergency room of PPL (Pagamutang Pangmasa ng Laguna) at Bay, Laguna. The patient, along with his tipsy buddy, was rushed to the ER after being involved on a vehicular accident
The man was terribly injured as he had a large bloody gapping
laceration of flesh and skin on his left leg and a fractured right
thigh bone, plus some bruises on his head and arms. His buddy only
suffered from bruises on his head.
The nurse asked for volunteer
among us to assist the doctor on working on the beat-up patient. I
decided not to volunteer since I already has previously assisted on a
suturing procedure, however, no one volunteered and, instead, the
group pointed on me so I was impromptu in.
So there was the
patient, lying on his bed, being restrained as if wrestled to keep him
from moving around. He was clearly drunk and disoriented, and was
cursing everyone on the room.
The doctor had difficulty
stitching him up since he perpetually tried to flex his legs. I was
quite annoyed by his childish behavior, but knowing that he is drunk
and probably in a state of psychological shock, I kept the annoyance to
myself.
At one instance, the patient tried to assert social dominance by claiming that he is the son of the local barangay captain. All the while along, he cursed everyone for his pain.
Instantly, from sympathetic I turned to pestered, I just can't help myself but say "'wag kang magalaw! Pinatatagal mo trabaho namin eh." Lucky me, It seemed that he didn't heard that.
When the stitching's done, he painfully flexed his leg despite our
calls not to, as a result, his stitched wound bled once again. In
annoyance, I just caught myself uttering "Ang kulit mo, sabi wag magalaw eh, bubuka nanaman 'yang tahi mo!"
After stitching and patching up his wound we put his right leg on a
splint, surprisingly enough, he didn't try to resist us moving him
around, though his successive verbal abuses continued. Gladly, he was
transferred to another hospital since the one I'm in doesn't have the
facilities to deal with such trauma.
In the aftermath, while
washing and scrubbing some blood-stained instruments, my thought
drifted back on what I did there, reflecting, I felt guilty for my
rough-handling. Anyway, he's still annoying and it's very human for me,
even though unprofessional, to act like that. | | |
| The emergency room was supposed to be full of bustle and hustle, well, that's only supposedly. My ER duty turned out to be an unexciting shift. It was a night shift duty, I was sleepy and bored. At least we got a single patient for the whole long night. A teenage girl came to the ER with her mother complaining of pain on her lower left quadrant abdomen. She moaned and cried, she was clearly in distress, she gave an 8/10 mark on the pain scale. Initially, I took her vital signs, it was normal, we had her assessed by the ER nurse on duty which immediately recommended a dose of analgesic to be injected, the doctor agreed and I injected the drug. The drug didn't have an effect so I did all the non-pharmacological method that I know to relieve her pain, starting from body positioning, breathing exercises, to warm compress. Nothing worked. We don't have her medical diagnosis since the doctor won't make one until a urinalysis has been carried out. The hospital's laboratory won't be open until morning. After an hour, the pain was still, drug effect nowhere in sight. I began interviewing my patient for the history of her present illness and began scribbling down possible causes for the pain on my notepad. I came with these: dysmenorrhea, pancreatitis, neprolithiasis (kidney stones), UTI, acute gastroenteritis (AGE), appendicitis, and peptic ulcer. Has to remove dysmenorrhea from the list since she's not having her menstruation, removed neprolithiasis since she doesn't experience pain during urination, removed AGE and pancreatitis since she doesn't have the symptoms. Only appendicitis and ulcer were left on my list. And that's only my clinical impression, I'm not even a doctor! I did two procedure to test if she has an appendicitis, however, results were inconclusive since she has a positive Rovsing's sign but has a negative Psoas sign. We can't really tell without any laboratory test. At this point, the pain was getting more intolerable so we called the doctor again. the doctor asked some questions to the patient and made an immediate prescription of antacids. He would experiment on the patient and see if the treatment works, if it doesn't, it isn't ulcer then. I never got to know what happened about the patient since we finally have to go home. Anyway, that night bought me to the reality that doctor's do experiment. | | |
| I read H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds on just two days. If my memory serves me right, my fastest reading time for a 350-page book were three days, that was in December of 2005, I was reading Samuel Hyne's Flight of Passage. Shame, if it weren't for school, I could have read that book in a single day. Anyway, War of the Worlds is a great classic, hard to put down. Every alien invasion themed story stemmed from this work. The novel is fascinating as it is scary, with an original plot, and well developed characters, plus the great spectacle of Victorian England. It's also a novel on which the evils of humanity is reflected on the novel's antagonist - the Martian invaders themselves. War of the Worlds is the second H.G. Wells novel that I read, the first was the infamous Food of the Gods. Maybe I can read another Wells' classic, The Time Machine next, in just a single day. | | |
| For the greater part of the 20th century, no car has been as
influential as the Volkswagen Beetle. From 1946 through mid-2003, over
21,000,000 Beetle has been produced and sold making it the world's
best-selling single car design.
Initially conceived by the
famous automotive genius, Professor Ferdinand Porsche, and funded by
the German Nazi government in 1939, the Beetle was built as a "people's
car" (Volkswagen in German.)
However, because of the Second World War, the early Beetle and its
derivatives were manufactured for the German military and the
Nazi-elite.
The design and style of the Beetle were done by
Erwin Komenda. The engine, an air-cooled in-line 4 cylinder gasoline
engine, and its rear-engine layout were done by Dr. Porsche.
During the war, Americans found out that the Kubelwagen,
a Beetle derivative on the same chassis, was superior against the famed
Jeep. The Beetle is well known for its fuel efficiency and docile
handling, it has a top speed of 130 kph.
Later, after the war,
Komenda and Porsche would built the first among the series of
distinguished 'Porsche' sports car, the 356, using Beetle components
such as engine, gearbox, and suspension. Porsche (pronounced as porsh-uh, not the monosyllabic porsh) is currently the most prestigious automobile brand.
The Beetle is well known as a 60's and 70's pop-culture icon. The car was so popular that it starred as Herbie on the 1968 comedy, The Love Bug, and appeared on the cover of the Beatle's hit album, Abbey Road, it was made famous again in the 80's as the autobot Bumblebee in the cartoon Transformers.
Eventually, in the late 70's, the Beetle was phased-out in all major
world markets as Japanese automobile manufacturers introduced cheap but
better vehicles to the market. The Beetle was sold in Latin America
until 2003.
Actually, my dad's family owned a Beetle in the 70's
and so was my mom's. The Beetle was so popular then that it defined the
concept of practical driving.
The Beetle would be forever
missed, its peculiar shape would still draw grins from onlookers as it
did for the past 60 years. Never mind its age, the Beetle is still one
of the finest automobile ever built.
Maybe one day I'll bring home a Beetle, seat behind its wheel, then suddenly its the 70's once again. | | |
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