As a way of saying my gratitude and pleading for mercy: "
Ang sipag ng mga patients ko. Laging dumadating."
My patient had a seizure yesterday. She surprised me by slumping against the wall and then falling backwards; good thing I was able to grab hold of her arms and pull her up in time to prevent her from hitting her head. Her mother took charge and administered her medicine and as I was informing my supervisor regarding the incident, it was then that I realized that I was not feeling a shred of panic at all. It was very different from the time that my classmate fainted and I almost raised hell to get the school nurse.
Maybe it's because of all the exposure to medical lectures, actual red cross training and other related literature that I've learned to keep my cool and think in such situations. It's not all about shutting down your emotional side, it's merely letting it step back to give way to the rational part of you who can make better decisions - smart decisions that can save lives. I'm not saying I'm an expert though, far from that actually, but I think I possess enough sense to be an intelligent, effective bystander and not simply an
usi(sero) at the scene.
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I just finished watching the runway show of Victoria's Secret (the one with the documentary and the shiny shimmery splendid Seal) - I know, way to go Ding, the country is in turmoil and you're watching young, nubile bodies strut their stuff on the runway - and at some point, the Spice Girls came out and performed one of their old hits. You probably know it:
Don't you know it's going too fast
Racing so hard you know it won't last
Don't you know, why can't you see
Slow it down, read the sign, so you know just where you are goingI found myself singing along, knowing all the words!!! As a side note, I was laughing my ass off when I saw their backup performers, the muscled men in uniform jerking their arms in time with the music. So enthusiastic! So energetic! So... out there! Must be all that underwear and glitter getting to them.
I'm a self-admitted Spice Girls fan (though I didn't buy their albums) and I realized that the reason why their comeback was so huge was not because they reappeared like Voldemort in
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire after long years of bad press and drastic body changes - nor was it because the world held its breath, waiting for the infamous catfights to ensue - it was because they were so familiar to the world and we've had
enough of surprises.
Everyone knows their names, we can all probably burn down the videoke stations with our renditions of their immensely inane pop goodies, and we're pretty familiar with their voices. Sporty has that whiny, nasal voice that hits all the high notes, Baby has the soothing, cutesy voice, Ginger has the sultry act down pat, Scary is well, scary with her alto tones, and Posh is... err... still very hot and pretty. And very much married to my husband David Beckham (his
legs are way nicer than my
logs). RAAR.
The Spice Girls aren't exactly the best talents in the business, and though they were mostly responsible for the
Great Wave of Girl Power that swept over the US and the rest of the world in its clutches, they really didn't have anything else to show for it. They didn't do miracles, they didn't organize charities or trust funds for the children with HIV, and heck, I've never seen them digging dirt to contribute in making houses for the needy.
The Spice Girls do have that history of feel-good music and
rabid, young, impressionable fans, and when those
rabid, young, impressionable fans grew up, the world lost its sparkle and the Twin Towers were obliterated from the face of the planet by airplanes. Then taxes came, the Pope died, and American soldiers stepped foot onto Iraq and changed its geographic and human landscape - we're still arguing whether that move was for the better or for the worse of those people. Those
rabid, young, impressionable fans at the
West side of the globe (which is a really funny way of delineating it, since the world spins on its axis 24/7, thus making East into West and West into East - you get my point) are now facing an election between the 1st woman President, and the 1st African-American President. Sadly, not everyone's ready for that turning point, and the old reliables are running the show. The
East side rabid, young, impressionable fans had a huge wall of water wash away their shores, they've seen monks slaughtered for political and religious reasons, and the
rabid, young, impressionable fans from the Eastern part, specifically in the Philippine archipelago are riveted to the small IT person named Lozada being grilled for the truth which implicates the most disgusting crocodiles in our land.
Hmmm, let's turn the TV back on and watch the five Brits sway their hips and sing those damn lyrics again and again now, if you please.
Stop right now, thank you very much
I need somebody with a human touch
Hey you, always on the run
Gotta slow it down, baby, gotta have some fun [
Stoooooop right noooooow, we wanna thank you, we wanna thank you...]