The time I started regaining my blog back. It's been months since I last posted. Reason why I blogged tonight is this negative energy is starting to take over my personality, attitude, and life. I don't know.
Counting from the day I passed the Nurse Licensure Exam, 1 year and 5 months. Still, I have no stable job. I still depend on my father's salary. Yes, I had a job last year which only lasted in almost a month, private duty nursing. I am thankful for that. My mom is pushing me to volunteer in hospitals in our city and I don't want to. Yes, I'll gain experience from it. But what's holding me back is that I don't want to work in hospitals [period] I don't want to be a nurse. But God let me pass the exam on my first take and maybe there's a reason. I've been volunteering in a clinic in our church for 1 year and 5 months now. Yes, I am happy to serve poor people regardless of the compensation. There's no problem with that. In the first place, it's a charity work.
I want to work and be payed for something I want to do. Multimedia, arts, theater, communication, events... It's just that I don't know where to start or how to do it.
I lack confidence. The only thing that's keeping me from finding a job. Thinking about interviews and exams, goodness!
I'm still dealing with changing negative to positive thoughts. I'm still grateful I have something to eat after waking up in the morning.
1:58 am
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sunday, September 4, 2011
When I was a student nurse #2
I enjoyed assisting a woman in giving birth. We are required to handle 5 cases in child delivery and those were some of the memorable events during my student days.
Every thing was paid off. Being the first to hold the child and feel his/her body's warmth is something fulfilling. Hearing the first cry, a tearjerker. Those tiny little hands, reaching someone to ensure safety, feels like you want to have a baby soon.
People asked me many times before, "How does it feel to assist in giving birth? It looks nasty."
Yes. Expect it to be bloody and smelly around the delivery area, but you'll enjoy it once you hold the baby for the first time. Remember the byword "Life is a gift."? You can totally say it when you experience what I did. A present for his/her parents, a beautiful present.
Every thing was paid off. Being the first to hold the child and feel his/her body's warmth is something fulfilling. Hearing the first cry, a tearjerker. Those tiny little hands, reaching someone to ensure safety, feels like you want to have a baby soon.
People asked me many times before, "How does it feel to assist in giving birth? It looks nasty."
Yes. Expect it to be bloody and smelly around the delivery area, but you'll enjoy it once you hold the baby for the first time. Remember the byword "Life is a gift."? You can totally say it when you experience what I did. A present for his/her parents, a beautiful present.
Worth keeping
Every week or month, a new generation of high end gadgets are introduced. It is bound to make everyone's lives easier. From work to business, from communication to news. Coming from my father, he once said that nowadays, internet is a part of his life.
In this generation, communication is a click away. Email, chat, text message and video calls made communication in reach. But can you recall the feeling of receiving a letter from the messenger boy? Not letters from banks, lending or loans. Letters from a friend, a family member or from your suitor? Can you recall how it felt to read handwritten letters of birthday or Christmas greetings? The effort of writing those letter and the emotions while jotting it down, it's priceless. It may sound blowing out of proportion, but tell me. Compare letters you read from emails, wall post or text message from the letter in the envelope delivered by the messenger boy.
When I was still a kid, every April (my birth month) and Christmas, we receive greeting cards with heartfelt letters from my grandparents in Canada. We send them one, too, with enclosed recent pictures in response. But when they died, we never receive letters from my Aunts in Canada.
However, my friends still write me everytime I celebrate my birthday, or even at Christmas, Graduation day and the time I passed the board exam. They knew I don't go for anything expensive. Simple treasures will forever be kept in my heart. Every effort from simple pleasures count.
In this generation, communication is a click away. Email, chat, text message and video calls made communication in reach. But can you recall the feeling of receiving a letter from the messenger boy? Not letters from banks, lending or loans. Letters from a friend, a family member or from your suitor? Can you recall how it felt to read handwritten letters of birthday or Christmas greetings? The effort of writing those letter and the emotions while jotting it down, it's priceless. It may sound blowing out of proportion, but tell me. Compare letters you read from emails, wall post or text message from the letter in the envelope delivered by the messenger boy.
When I was still a kid, every April (my birth month) and Christmas, we receive greeting cards with heartfelt letters from my grandparents in Canada. We send them one, too, with enclosed recent pictures in response. But when they died, we never receive letters from my Aunts in Canada.
However, my friends still write me everytime I celebrate my birthday, or even at Christmas, Graduation day and the time I passed the board exam. They knew I don't go for anything expensive. Simple treasures will forever be kept in my heart. Every effort from simple pleasures count.
* Don't mind the numbers on the second photo. I also posted this on my other blog. :)
Saturday, September 3, 2011
When I was a Student Nurse #1
I never had a "dying patient". What I mean is I was never assigned in to a patient with a critical condition. Even in Intensive Care Units.
I never experienced doing Post-Mortem Care. It is a situation where in you will remove all contraptions of your dead patient, then cleaning his/her body and bringing him to the morgue. A situation on giving him/her dignity even at death.
Whenever I see my group mates experiencing such situations, I envy them. At the same time, I feel lucky. It means I am taking of my patients very well. That is the point of my work. My patients must go home well, healthy and back to his/her normal condition.
Lenka- Roll with the Punches
Totally raped the replay button. This song made me giddy on my boring afternoon, plus the amazing video. I want to make one, too!
What about the song?
Roll with the punches is an idiomatic expression meaning despite of difficulties, a person stands up and stays strong.
My favorite lines:
When life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
If all life offers is black and blue
You've got to hold, hold, hold your head up high
Yeah when life tries to knock all the wind out of you
You've got to roll, roll, roll with the punches
WestNuk Beach Resort
Formerly known as the "Fishlab", Westnuk Beach Resort welcomes you with a breathtaking scenery and refreshing mood.
It is a paradise hidden behind the controversial Bataan Nuclear Power Plant. And yes! It is owned by the National Power Corporation (NPC). A two and a half drive from Manila to Morong, Bataan and experience a treat from nature.
Actually, this resort is a part of my life. I lived in NPC Village (you'll pass through it before you get to West Nuk) for 13 years and instead of swimming in nearer beaches in Bagac Bay, Dad will drive for 45 minutes until we reach the place. I learned how to swim and love the beach. I don't care about the sun-kissed skin as long as me and my family enjoy the roaring waves of the beach.
It is good to be back after 7 years. The place had been renovated. With beautiful nipa huts, the tower, and the hotel. Way back years ago, the place is such a mess.
January 7, 2011 with my relatives from Australia
A getaway escapade from the pollution and stresses from the work and the city.
xoxo,
Mex
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