This Won’t Be Your Last Breath I Know
This won’t be your last breath, I know
I could see the tears form in your eyes
But we’ve almost made it
It will break my heart to see you go
Because we almost made it
- You’re Killing Me, Chicosci
For the past six weeks, I’ve been regularly sacrificing an entire night’s worth sleep to man my post at the Philippine General Hospital. It’s been a story of fatigue, mental anguish, twilight zone moments and stolen naps recurring every three days for four weeks running. Most students go into an entirely new setting when they’re up for a 24-hour tour of duty in the emergency room. The amount of work can be very daunting and at times, it can seem that finishing all tasks with an acceptable level of efficiency and competency is close to impossible. But I manage, we all manage. This early we’ve already figured away to circumvent challenges to our alertness, energy level, heart strings and various bodily functions to be awake enough to triage patients, put intravenous lines, extract blood for diagnostic purposes, insert all sorts of catheters, suture nasty wounds and allay fears of nervous relatives. How do we do it? It’s part-adaptation, part-mind control and part-paradigm shift into this no-nonsense-yet-not-cold mode that we all are refining with every duty. Continue Reading »





