Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Fury Of Mother Nature

The destruction caused by Typhoon Ondoy in the Philippines, particularly in the National Capital Region and most parts of Luzon, displayed the unrelenting fury of mother nature. The catastrophe was akin to what happened during the Ormoc flash flood that claimed thousands of lives. It was very devastating and horrifying that even those who survived the sudden rise of rain water are until still trying to pacify their hearts and minds up to now with regards to the trauma they experienced.


One of the most interesting facts about Typhoon Ondoy is that it poured down heavy rain for about nine hours which according to PAG-ASA was equivalent to the amount of rainfall received by a certain area for one month! For example in Quezon City, it poured down about 455 mm of rain in 24 hours, breaking the record of Hurricane Katrina which only brought 250 mm of rain in New Orleans.



As I watched the news on the tv, the scene of people carried away by the flood, of homeless families settling on gyms, schools, and other public facilities without sleeping mats, blankets, and food to eat, of individuals grieving for their lost properties and love ones, and of the destruction that costs millions, it really breaks my heart that all of these things happened. Don't we have handful of problems already to deserve this kind of tragedy? This is the question addressed to God that I guess is ranting in our minds right now.



Sometimes, when the tragedy is massive and the pain brought by that tragedy is too much for us to bear, it is easy for us to raise our heads and ask God WHY? We are so consumed with our miseries that we failed to acknowledge our contributions to the realization of these tragedies that come into our lives. Most of the time, we create our own disasters and Typhoon Ondoy is one of these. Typhoon Ondoy is the classic example of the catastrophies that will inflict destruction to mankind brought about by climate change. We are just reaping the deeds we sow, the harmfull things we do to mother earth. The small negligence we did, like throwing of candy wrappers and cigarette buts everywhere, and the massive things we performed, like illegal logging and convertion of virgin forest into agricultural and industrial lands, have finally brought us this. No one to blame but us, citizens of this abused planet.



Reactive: Let us help our fellow brothers and sisters in Luzon. Let us donate and contribute whatever we can. Whether in cash or in goods, all these things will at least help alleviate their sufferings right now. Let us help rebuild not just their homes but likewise their spirits, their lives. Through thick and thin, I know we Filipinos will be able to survive this disaster because it is always been our nature to help and hold on to one another in times of crisis. God is always there for us.



Proactive: One of the lessons that this experience taught us is the law of cause and effect. We have abused mother nature because of our ambition for industrialization, now the consequences of our actions have brought us harm. With the same mantra our environmentalists rant, I will say it again: Let us plant more trees, recycle, maintain cleanliness, use technologies that are ecofriendly, conserve energy, and advocate in saving and preserving nature. Let us not wait for another catastrophe such us Typhoon Ondoy to wake us up. Now is the time to act. Remember that an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

O.R.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my first exposure in the operating room! Brace yourselves as you are about to witness the bloopers of a first-timer OR student nurse!


8:30 PM, The day before my exposure. I couldn't eat. I felt nervous. My palms were sweating with the thought of seeing the insides of a human being the next day. Gross.

9:41 PM. I watched some procedures in YouTube -- ExLap, Bone Traction, Apendectomy, etc. and one thing's for sure, they are all messy and gory.


12:01 AM, The fated day. My eyes were closed but my mind wouldn't left me to peace. I couldn't sleep. I had fears. What if I wouldn't be able to identify the right surgical instruments the surgeon will be asking for? What if I would mistakenly handle to him the Kelly instead of the Mayo? I heard rumors about mean doctors throwing the wrong instruments to the nurse who handed those things to them. Ouch!


2:00 AM. I was banging my head on the pillow. "Sleep, why has deserted me?"


3:00 AM. My consciousness finally drifted to oblivion. ZZZZZZZZZZ...


3:38.65 AM. I dreamed of eating a human brain topped with pineapple slices, mayonnaise and ketchup. In the dream, I was Hannibal Lecter's long lost son. Growl!!!


4:30 AM. The built-in circadian clock in my brain alarmed. Can I change the alarm tone the next time around? Huh!

4:42 AM. I took a bath but the nervousness was not washed away. It grew!

5:10 AM. Breakfast. I ate rice, hotdogs, and fried eggs. I also had a cup of coffee. No human brain, intestines, or liver in sight. Thank goodness.

6:oo AM. I was waiting for the jeepney. Two malnourished dogs were copulating at my side. A hillarious diversion!

7:05 AM. I arrived at Western Visayas Medical Center. My heart was pounding too loudly that I never heard the greetings of my colleagues. The drum in my chest sounded like the beat of war dance.

8:00 AM. The torture of waiting. Our clinical instuctor was alrady one hour late.

8:15 AM. Our clinical instructor arrived. There's someting about his smile, it kinda looked sinister.

8:17 AM. We entered the operating room. Welcome to the chamber of gore and messiness.

8:30 AM. "Mr. Macarse, you scrub now." That was my first cue. My God, I almost forgot the proper way of scrubbing. "Wait, is this the right glove or the left?" My neurons are disintegrating! My brain was trying to retrieve all of the principles of asepsis. System overload...

8:45 AM. Major operation. Exploratory Laparotomy. I was the instrument nurse.

Surgeon: "First knife..... second knife....." (Shit, my hands were shaking!)

Surgeon: "Kelly forceps...." Me: "Come again doc?" Clinical Instructor: "Hand it correctly mister or I will spank your hand!" (Pak! And he did.)

Slash... slash.... swish.... swish.... So that was how our insides looked like. Hmmm... Thank goodness I didn't faint but nobody knows that my legs were shaking underneath! Ha ha ha...

Me (Thinking): So this is how surgery looks like, exposing your insides to a bunch of people you don't actually know..... Letting a person who calls himself as the surgeon excavate your cavities while he hums to the tune of Lady Gaga's Poker Face..... And I don't even know why he hums that tune when the music playing on the background is The Verve's Freshmen.

10:15 A.M. Surgeon: "Lets close this and lets go grab some coffee and buns."

Me: "Hallelujah!" I was exhausted that after I took off my gloves, gown, and other protective apparels, I absent-mindedly took a seat at a nearby stretcher.


Clinical Instructor:
"What are you doing mister? Get off your butt and scrub! You will going to assist in OR 4!"

Me:
"Right away sir!"

Clinical Instructor
: "And please, stop shaking like a vibrator!"

Me
(Thinking): Grrrrrrrrrrr.....