During one of my job interviews at a hospital, I was asked what I would tell our president if I come face to face with her.
Seriously, I had no intentions of talking to her. Politics is not my thing. But if I were given an opportunity to speak up to her, I would ask her to look into the country’s healthcare system. Most of the Filipinos cannot afford the skyrocketing cause of checkups, lab work ups, hospitalizations and others. Since not all have disability insurance most of our people die without being treated or without the chance to be seen by a physician after the long suffering.

After my duty at the LCP, I went straight to UST for the perimetry and IOP exams.
I arrived before 9:00 a.m.
Maybe I was really grumpy due to the lack of sleep and because I have waited for more than one hour already. I was no longer in the conversation mood. I barely answered the questions of the guard, the receptionist, the optometrist/ophthalmologist (who I think was just an intern so for the lack of a better word I will just call her the doctor) and the technicians in the exam room.
I was taken aback when the doctor called my name in shouting manner. There’s a difference between calling out loud and howling. I thought to myself, am I in a public hospital? The last time I checked, UST is a private hospital and I was there as a paying patient through company insurance. I knew, the experience will not be nice.
I showed her who the boss is. I threw my bag on the floor, then she began speaking softly and acting politely. I never intended to get a red carpet treatment; I just wanted to be treated nicely.
After the refractory exam, I was then again asked to wait in the hallway in eternity.
Alas, my name was called again. I was asked to go inside a darkroom along with an elderly woman who I guess will be having the same exam like mine.
I feel awkward as the examiners referred to us on first name basis and we were being instructed as if we were idiots. The lady examiner even pointed out to the elderly that it was her eighth time already and by that time she should have mastered the exam.
I was thinking, if she has mastered it, then she should have not reached the eighth trial. The lady is a dud!
While having my perimetry exam an employee went in and talked to the examiner about his personal issues. Then the other man concerned went in and they had an altercation. I think they have noticed that they are already drawing attention to themselves and causing distraction among those having perimetry exam so they have decided to take it outside. Which I hoped had happened.
The exam took about 20 minutes for each eye but I had to redo the exam on my left eye because according to the lady, I was missing flashes or I had clicked on occasions when there were no flashes. On the third attempt, I simply told her, maybe because I am not actually seeing those lights or maybe I am seeing lights when I am not supposed to see them. Arrogantly, she told me that it does not go that way.
If I was in my fighting mood, I would have snapped so I just took the exam again and decided to get it over with.
After the tedious and sleep inducing exam, I was again asked to wait outside.
After about fifteen minutes, the doctor called me again in the same manner. I let her shout at the top of her lungs and make her look like an idiot before I stood up.
She asked me to sit down in the exam room and dropped some fluid in my eyes. She took my intraocular pressure. It only took a few seconds. Then she asked me that we’re done. I asked if I could have some tissue, she just pointed the same gauze that she used wiping my eyes after she instilled the solution in my eyes.
Finally, I got the result.
Seriously, I will not ever go back to this hospital.

We were on graveyard shift yesterday and when we arrived the resident pulmonologist was at the ER already. He came and went most of the time which means that he was on call.
I do not know how long has he been on duty but it is hard to disregard his attitude towards distressed patients. He was so grumpy and made faces when patients were not looking.
I feel sorry for the patients.
Around 1:00 a.m. the patients has stopped pouring in the ER and after attending to a patient who has a brain attack, the resident vanished. I suppose he went to the on call room.
At past 6:00 a.m. a woman came in with stomach ache complaint and after the initial assessment has been made the nurse-on-duty phone the same resident. A few minutes has past and the doctor has emerged and I am surprised that he is calmer and accommodating considering that the patient who came has a complaint which is not a pulmonary case.
After another few minutes, another patient came in with yet again stomach complaint.
If lack of sleep really affects one’s attitude maybe it is about time that revision on the stretch of duty should be made. It is for the sake of the patient and the health of the person involved.

Handling patients most of the time would require one to frequently wash his hands. This is to prevent from contracting a disease and transferring it to another person in the process. I just wish that the hospital that I am currently connected with will consider Price Pfister so that opening and closing the faucet would be easier and will not require one to touch the faucet handle again.