A love I must lose.

2nd year med school. Tears plopped all over my notes as I read through our OB-Gyn lessons.

I was in love.

4th year med school. My heart swelled with joy as I delivered the very first baby of my life. My first ever grand conference, on induced septic abortion got me going overtime at the OB office for the first time ever. Being a mere clinical clerk, I was feeling it.

PGI-ship. Revalida everyday made dig me deeper into the theory. First CS assists. My first curettage. APGAR scores of 9 and 10 and that gritty gritty sound — all music to my ears.

And now that I'm caught up in all of it I realize:
Maybe OB-Gyn was just in order to prove something.

Maybe OB-Gyn was covered in glitz and glamour.

Maybe OB-Gyn was the love that could never be.

Maybe OB-Gyn was as pressured by peers and seniors.

Maybe OB-Gyn was the easy choice.

Maybe OB-Gyn was only meant to be my first love.



But more often than not, your first love isn’t always meant to be your last.

The one specialty to break my heart to pieces, and place it back together with each new delivery I get the privilege of doing.

Obstetrics and Gynecology, you will always be a faraway dream; always close to my heart. 

Hopefully one day I will still get the privilege to deliver another baby or two.

But, for now, I need to pursue more important things than my career.  How do I ever break up from you, my love?

No matter where I go and what I do...
I will always see you from the other side. 💉

The Interview

It's been three years.

Back when Roxas Hall was yellow.

Three years, since four strangers from different places and walks of life met at the huge, dimly lit Room 201. They had sets of intelligent yet probing eyes positioned at them, waiting for them at the very end of that hall.

Enter Ed, Lou, Anj, and Dan. They were among three other people who just entered that same room. All seven of them were directed to sit in the chairs in front of those waiting for them at the end of the room, which was the only part illuminated.

It felt like an interrogation, kind of like those you see in the movies.

Then, it began.

Igbaras Rotation: Week 1

For all those wondering how my first week of internship was, it wasn't not as terrible as I thought it would be. First of all, the Delta Fours is one of the three groups assigned to the community. Second of all, we were assigned to the lovely town of Igbaras, Iloilo!

My mother told me that they used to do their community rotations in Igbaras too, way back in the early 80s. No wonder why people are so accustomed to having lost-looking kids clad in white walking around town. Lol

Here are some of the highlights of our first week there. It was full of sun (like sweltering heat of probably around 90 degrees or more), mountains, trees, food food food, lovely people, Karay-a (which I'm trying to learn), and of course the feel of community medicine.

Lovely view of the mountains at my back!