Drip, Drip

My most recent grandrounds was about a shoulder abscess in a diabetic. One of the questions raised was what could have caused the shoulder abscess. One point raised was that the patient had massages done on her shoulder which could have "contaminated" the area. One of the consultants blamed the massage therapist for not having clean hands. Can't help but smile and be reminded of a bad experience...

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After a long day, nothing beats a good massage to relax. You've got your spas and massage outlets in every mall with a variety of massages to choose from. The best massage I had was from an old lady in Los banos, Laguna. The worst came from a mall...


...it was a long and tiring day from the hospital. i was lucky to have a weekend halfday and my dad dropped by to pick me up. We were supposed to pick up my mom at the mall but then we decided to stay for dinner. It was a bit early and I was feeling a bit sore from sleeping on the couch so my dad suggested I get a massage. I don't usually get massages from malls or spas. (I usually like to have massages at a beach resort on vacations). My dad suggested a blind massage. Well ok the place wasn't so bad. The lighting was dim, music was relaxing, it looked sterile enough so i agreed. While I was lying on the bed face down and getting my calf muscles massaged I felt something cold hit my right ankle. My immediate assumption was it probably came from the airconditioning.

I looked up but the airconditiong was a few feet away. Nothing was dropping from the ceiling. I turned to ask the person massaging me to check where it came from. lo and behold, mouth agape, drool was dripping carefree to the massage table. I AM NEVER GETTING A BLIND MASSAGE AGAIN.

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Sweet Corn

30 Days

720 hours

12 Subjects

My sad brain is screaming. Needed to get out. Good thing that a good excuse to take a break was a friend's birthday lunch and a sort of thanksgiving celebration that we got this far. We've had good old times together.

We'll this wasn't a good day.

The place we decided on was quite far. That was then i was reminded on how much a loser I was for not having a car. Well not that I need it UST IS a few blocks away. We decided to have a pre-meeting place so we can all go together and hitch a ride. Of all the places we ended up waiting at boyaks carinderia.

The lunch was uneventful yadda yadda yadda. On the way home we spent an hour tracing our steps to where we parked. Two words. MEMORY GAP and we are just in our mid twenties. Nobody paid attention to where we parked.

So I got home. After a few hours I went out to buy sweet corn from a street vendor. It was after all a good day to go out. A neighbor/nursing student came up to me. Apparently our whole street is taking up nursing. I have nothing against nursing but then again you just have to get tired of explaining.

"Nagaaral ka for boards? Di ba mas mahirap nursing boards?"

"Mas marami pera sa nursing" May isa pang lumapit

"Diba nurse ka" sabi nung isa pa

"Wow nurse ka na?" Lapit pa isang kapitbahay

"Nag-aaral ka pa rin? Anu ba tinake mo?" sabi nung nanay ng kababata ko

"Medicine po"

Lapit pa isa

Dumadami na sila

"Yung anak ko nagnurse na rin"

"Gusto rin mag-ust ng anak ko"

"Nagnursing ka dun diba?" sabi nung isang nanay

"Medicine po"

"Medicine ka? Akala ko nagpepedia ka?" sabi nung tindera

"Diba Doctor ka? bakit ka nagnunursing?" sagot nung isang nanay

Ayoko na ng corn