Of course it has to rain tomorrow, or the next day, of all the blasted days. Or not. I remember that back in December 2004 while I was a pedia clerk PAGASA blared that what would come that duty night would be the “MOST FUCKING AWESOME STORM EVER!!!” I rushed to the dorm, changed into a pair of run down jeans, and folded the ends up to my knees so I looked like a farmer. Truly I expected it to flood in Wards 9 and 11, which shouldn’t stop anyone from monitoring. Monitoring in pedia kind of, kind of, kind of… sucks. You have to bring all sorts of cuff sizes with the BP app, because you don’t want to Q-Tingin, ie, identify that a 4 year old’s BP is 100/60 just by looking at her. There is also Q-To-The-Future, ie, identifying that a 4-year old’s BP would be 100/60… 2 hours from now.
But this is not about the storms that always come in all–ALL!–of our outings, nor about monitoring, nor about the grind of medical clerkship, but about shameless plugging. I have procrastinated for years on end to attempt to salvage my old, rather voluminous Friendster blog entries and preserve them in blogspot, predicting of course that Friendster would just crash one of these days. So I decided to save them a couple of entries at a time, and are now posted in TCBAJFMS’ brother blog: Does Whatever Spider Pig Does. Head over at http://willyliangco.blogspot.com/ to see the crap I’ve been pooping three years ago.