It has been a while since I last posted something about my job. I mean, not that anyone is interested in my day to day life or anything, I don’t know. 

So a lot had happened (obviously), I was transferred to a different ward- a more benign ward, but the thing is due to understaffing I am always floated to another ward, which is annoying and frustrating at the same time. For one, I am not familiar with the patients, which frustrates me because I can’t answer their questions, also some cases aren’t familiar to me. I know it’s good experience wise and all, but getting disoriented every single day is annoying. The staff from other wards are nice, they do thank me for my contributions and stuff, but it’s kind of frustrating because I don’t even know if I really helped at all because I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time. 

Sometimes I feel stupid. Though I know they don’t expect me to know everything because I am relatively new at this job (not even a year), and the ward I came from is only focused on one disease. I mean in my previous ward,I already know the ins and outs, but here, especially being floated to  other wards, I feel like I’m a fucking orientee, and I hate that. 

Am I happy with my job right now? No,not really. It’s frustrating really. 

Anyway, I applied for a nursing job abroad in some agency. The interview is on March. I’m also reviewing for the English exam required for  that.

Wish me luck, I guess. 


I turned 22 last Tuesday, nothing special. I didn’t even tell anyone at work. I don’t know, for me it’s just a regular day. I did try to be excited about it but nothing.

It’s my 5th month on the job, I’m tolerating it, I guess. I still think nursing is not my thing. The whole soothe your patients, take care of them gig, not really my forte. 

Patients die on my shift and I ceased feeling  anything, just blank apathy, and relief because it’s one less patient to mind. Maybe because it’s a really common thing  our ward that I got used to it. I don’t know. 

I just don’t feel anything right now. So much for 22  


This month is my 3rd consecutive morning shift and I am so happy that it’s almost over.  A lot has happened this month; there was that day when 3 patients died in a span of two hours, that day when I drove down hill on a zig zag road, in the dark, in the middle of a thunderstorm, and that mother’s day when our car battery died when we’re just going home from dinner. And also that day when my phone screen cracked.

Fun month all in all.

I did get my first salary though, so that is really something. I am sort of enjoying my job, although I want to strangle some people because they’re so annoyingly demanding. I mean I know it’s my job to cater to the patient’s health needs, but there are things that are beyond my means, like getting blood from thin air and immediately transfusing it to the patient without prior screening or processing. I know they are frantic but they don’t have to order me around like I’m a bloody maid.

Hell week

After six days of working, I finally had two days to myself, which is spent driving my aunt to the hospital for a check up. Not that I’m complaining. She sort of shattered her femoral head so she needs to undergo total hip replacement, hence the check up. 

I got back from work hours ago. Today’s duty was not toxic but I still feel ridiculously tired. I’m just lying in bed, reading historical romances.

Enough of the boring non clinical crap.

I have learned a lot from my six day duty stint,or as I lovingly call it, hell week, and these are:
1. I hate mornings, rather, I hate waking up at four bloody am just so I can catch the freaking train. I would rather not sleep, really. 
2. It’s possible for me to not eat for a whole day, which is not advisable since I’m in a ward full of tuberculosis patients.

3. I’m deathly scared of my immune system failing me. Who wouldn’t? I don’t  want to die from consumption. This is not the bloody (heh, bloody, get it?) victorian era (or whatever era dying from TB is most common).

4. Some doctors are rude. Why can’t they comprehend that nurses are part of the medical team and not merely their minions? Seriously, hospitals will collapse without nurses. We do everything. Everything. Dear doctors, being kind to nurses wouldn’t hurt, we probably know more about the patient than you do.

5. Having top notch nurses means little if the supplies and medicines are limited. It does develop resourcefulness among the staff but still, lack of supplies leads to sort of abysmal healthcare.

6. Blood means nothing. People can leave their relatives to die alone.

7. Some patients are rude. It’s not proper to remind them that you’re (sort of)  partially paying for their healthcare because they’re in a government hospital, and that you pay the taxes that fund the hospital, and that they don’t because they don’t have any income. It’s condescending, I know but a little thank you would be nice.

In addition to that, there’s this one patient who sort of accused me of using the supplies that were meant for them, it pissed me off because I bought that fucking plaster, with my own fucking money.

If there is a god, I hope he’ll give me enough patience for this career. 

2nd week

Things have been going smoothly so far. Except that day when the train stopped working and I was late for 30 minutes. So far the only thing I hate about this job is the daily commute. It is way farther compared to my previous work, but my old university is nearby so it’s the same commute I took in college, which entails passing through a circle of hell (a rotunda), or being crushed and suffocated in an overcrowded train.

We’ve been in the pediatric ICU this week, and I don’t like it one bit. Mostly because I don’t like seeing children suffering because it looks so unnatural, more unnatural than adults, they look so fragile and so helpless, and to make  things worse they can’t speak for themselves yet, they rely heavily on their primary caregiver. The thing is, sometimes their primary caregivers are neglectful, annoying, *insert cuss word here*. I mean, for Christ’s sake, the kid would have fared better if they took better care of him/her, or better yet the kid wouldn’t have gotten worse in the first place if they consulted a doctor and adhered to the treatment. And they don’t have the right to say that they can’t afford it because the treatment for that disease is free at health centers.

Sorry for the rant, but you see, the kid died this morning.

Anyway, second reason why I don’t like pediatrics is that kids hate me.  Seriously. One kid from the supermarket slapped my leg because i was looking at her.  And the kid I’m handling today was crying when I was taking his blood pressure. My niece also cries when she sees me. 


I started working last week. We’re still being oriented on the hospital regulations and procedures, boring stuff. I’m bored, so far. I don’t have friends yet.

I also realized that, that hospital’s specialty is my waterloo. So I have to read on it, like really study it because we have this certification program (which is sort of mandatory) where we need to know at least 18 or so diseases. So, wish me luck.

I visited my old workplace, it was fun. My separation anxiety is acting up again. 

Day 33

Yesterday was my last day of training. It was uneventful, thank god.  I feel sad about leaving but the giddiness from the prospect of getting paid outweighs that.  My seniors are happy about that too.

I will be officially employed starting March 1. I will be updating from time to time, I guess. Wish me luck.

P. S.  I have a crush on one of my seniors (I sound like a 4th grader) but we won’t see each other again, I guess.  I could wax on about why I like him but that would be boring.