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Monday, January 08, 2007
The Well-Mannered Elderly Gone
Today, despite differences in cultural backgrounds and social status, we move in a society where certain courtesies are expected. We follow traffic rules out of courtesy for other motorists and for the safety of everyone on the road. We walk on the right side of a two-way corridor, stairs, or any walkway out of courtesy to other people passing us by from the opposite direction. We say "excuse me" when we bump accidentally onto other people. These are simple rules we follow that we have come to imbibe in our lives due to innumerable repetitions enforced upon us by our parents, guardians, teachers, and elders since we've learned how to walk and talk.
With these realizations, I just simply can't understand why some people need to be rude, when following simple rules expected of us can make life more pleasant for everyone.
At the HMO clinic earlier today, I was using the patient's toilet room because the one for the doctors was being cleaned up. I was washing my face when I heard someone trying to turn the knob. The other person obviously wouldn't be able to because I had it locked so I told the person outside that I was still inside. The person continued turning the knob and even thumped the door loudly three times. Though starting to get irritated, I continued washing my face and brushing my teeth. After a short while, I heard another series of knocks on the door, still as loud as the previous knocks but more urgent.
When I was done, I stepped outside, irritably wondering who the hell does this person think she is to keep on rapping on the door like that. I discovered she was this almost elderly woman with fake blonde hair, fake pearls, and an air about her that speaks of haughtiness and feeling of superiority. I wasn't wearing my white coat then, so she must have thought of me as a kid who's been using the bathroom for too long (in her opinion) and just rushed past me into the bathroom, nose in the air. No apologies whatsoever.
I would have accepted an excuse such as that she can't hold her urine any longer (after all, she's elderly already). But she didn't even offer any apologies at all. It was as if it's her right to kick someone out of the bathroom when she needs to use it.
Actually, I wasn't offended because I'm a doctor whom she tried to kick out of the bathroom. I was offended because I'm another human being who doesn't deserve such discourtesy. She seemed an educated woman but why can't she be civilized enough to respect my right to use the bathroom, especially if I was the one there before her? Did she think she has the right to disregard my right just because she's older?
That is the problem with some old folks these days. Older people often complain that the younger generation has yet to learn discipline and respect. But older people, too, seemed to have been losing their manners. They demand that their needs be placed above others simply based on seniority. They demand that they be respected, even if by their virtue they don't earn it.
I still do hold respect for older people. And so I held my tongue at that time. But I wished she was in line for consult in my clinic so when she sees me, she'd realize she tried to kick out of the bathroom the doctor she's going to have consultation with. So that, at least, for a moment, we would be equals, somehow. Unfortunately, she was in line for consult with another doctor.
So there she went, with me having done nothing. After all, how does one reprimand an older woman that she's lost her manners? She just might spat on my face for my "disrespect" for her. Filipino elderly people do not handle such criticisms from the youth. It is as if they are untouchable by merit of their age.
But then, I remembered age isn't necessarily an indicator of wisdom. With the increasing population of the older age group, I'm beginning to wonder where the wisdom and the manners had gone to.
With these realizations, I just simply can't understand why some people need to be rude, when following simple rules expected of us can make life more pleasant for everyone.
At the HMO clinic earlier today, I was using the patient's toilet room because the one for the doctors was being cleaned up. I was washing my face when I heard someone trying to turn the knob. The other person obviously wouldn't be able to because I had it locked so I told the person outside that I was still inside. The person continued turning the knob and even thumped the door loudly three times. Though starting to get irritated, I continued washing my face and brushing my teeth. After a short while, I heard another series of knocks on the door, still as loud as the previous knocks but more urgent.
When I was done, I stepped outside, irritably wondering who the hell does this person think she is to keep on rapping on the door like that. I discovered she was this almost elderly woman with fake blonde hair, fake pearls, and an air about her that speaks of haughtiness and feeling of superiority. I wasn't wearing my white coat then, so she must have thought of me as a kid who's been using the bathroom for too long (in her opinion) and just rushed past me into the bathroom, nose in the air. No apologies whatsoever.
I would have accepted an excuse such as that she can't hold her urine any longer (after all, she's elderly already). But she didn't even offer any apologies at all. It was as if it's her right to kick someone out of the bathroom when she needs to use it.
Actually, I wasn't offended because I'm a doctor whom she tried to kick out of the bathroom. I was offended because I'm another human being who doesn't deserve such discourtesy. She seemed an educated woman but why can't she be civilized enough to respect my right to use the bathroom, especially if I was the one there before her? Did she think she has the right to disregard my right just because she's older?
That is the problem with some old folks these days. Older people often complain that the younger generation has yet to learn discipline and respect. But older people, too, seemed to have been losing their manners. They demand that their needs be placed above others simply based on seniority. They demand that they be respected, even if by their virtue they don't earn it.
I still do hold respect for older people. And so I held my tongue at that time. But I wished she was in line for consult in my clinic so when she sees me, she'd realize she tried to kick out of the bathroom the doctor she's going to have consultation with. So that, at least, for a moment, we would be equals, somehow. Unfortunately, she was in line for consult with another doctor.
So there she went, with me having done nothing. After all, how does one reprimand an older woman that she's lost her manners? She just might spat on my face for my "disrespect" for her. Filipino elderly people do not handle such criticisms from the youth. It is as if they are untouchable by merit of their age.
But then, I remembered age isn't necessarily an indicator of wisdom. With the increasing population of the older age group, I'm beginning to wonder where the wisdom and the manners had gone to.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Pinoy Dream Academy (PDA) Fever
Now I know why there have been few Barkada badminton nights lately. It's because everybody's glued to the TV, watching Pinoy Dream Academy, especially Expulsion night.
I never expected I'd get hooked on it. My other friends were already watching it before I even tried to see few episodes. The weekday episodes bored me, though. Most of the time, the PDA studes were not doing anything interesting, just attending classes, getting scolded by teachers, fighting or gossiping with each other, playing with the cameras. Some of the students were not that visible at all. Perhaps the only thing worth watching during the weekday episodes was the practices for the songs to be performed on Expulsion night. But these last for just few minutes. So most of the time, I watch the episode for a while, then, after getting a sort of gist, I turn the TV off.
Watching Expulsion nights is what finally got me hooked to PDA. I enjoy watching the students perform, seeing how much they improved from the previous week of schooling and performances. Eventually, I have my own favorites: Panky, Iya, and Yeng.
Panky Trinidad Yeng Constantino Iya Gines
I never expected I'd get hooked on it. My other friends were already watching it before I even tried to see few episodes. The weekday episodes bored me, though. Most of the time, the PDA studes were not doing anything interesting, just attending classes, getting scolded by teachers, fighting or gossiping with each other, playing with the cameras. Some of the students were not that visible at all. Perhaps the only thing worth watching during the weekday episodes was the practices for the songs to be performed on Expulsion night. But these last for just few minutes. So most of the time, I watch the episode for a while, then, after getting a sort of gist, I turn the TV off.
Watching Expulsion nights is what finally got me hooked to PDA. I enjoy watching the students perform, seeing how much they improved from the previous week of schooling and performances. Eventually, I have my own favorites: Panky, Iya, and Yeng.
Everybody are true artists in their own right. It's just a matter of picking out the one who stood out the most. And then, there's Nikki Gil.
Oh boy, she just blows me away.
So, I guess it will be a while before the barkada will play badminton again. And I don't mind at all.
Friday, October 27, 2006
What Did The Mermaid Put In The Drink? (My Love Affair With Starbucks Coffee)
This was posted in my blog last June 1, 2006. I decided to re-post it here in the barkada blog because, I think, I wrote it with you, guys, in mind. :-) Well, at least, in some parts of it...hehe.
Starbucks Coffee Shop always felt like home to me. Even more homey than my own house. And it's a nice cool-down, chill-out place after a 2-hour workout treadmill, elliptical and weights. So, here I am typing away on my poor man's laptop (read: PDA with a mini-keyboard), a tall cup of English Breakfast tea beside it and an ambiance conducive for creative ideas. Starbucks never failed to give me inspiration.
My love affair with coffee and tea started when I was still in college, when my high school barkada and I would have coffee night outs every Saturday night (sometimes, even Sunday nights or whenever we feel a bit more coffeeholic). We used to frequent Starbucks Petron North Balagtas and it was where we would gather in little tables put together and talk about everyday events or philosophical ideas or just reminisce on our high school days. This was a pleasant release from stress we got from our universities. I remember that just being there felt like a convention of freethinkers. It was as if it was our calling to just gather there and decide the fate of the whole world. Oh well, maye it's just my delusions of grandeur speaking there. Haha.
And this went on, even after they graduated from their universities and I, the perpetual student, continued on to medical school. A change of venue had to be done though, because of the rising toll fees inevitably brought on by the rejuvenation of the bleak North Luzon Expressway. So, we had to settle for Petron North Marilao Starbucks, if we wanted to save our hard-earned cash for better deals (Their hard-earned cash, I should say. Or their credit limits. I was still my parents' parasite, then). But the gathering of minds were still there. It was a Roman forum of sorts, where I, the student, listened fervently to my teachers telling me tales of the corporate world (or corporate hell, they said). Here I heard stories of everyday battle with MRT/LRT, stupid/bitchy/ slacker officemates, monstrous bosses. Here I caught a glimpse of their emotions when they got their first ever salary and what did they spend it on. Here I learned that the corporate world can readily get your interests piqued but it can easily get you bored. That it can eat you whole and leave you wondering, retrogradely amnesic, and mentally retarded enough not to be able to decide on what to do for the next 10 years of your precious life. Some of my friends, at the young age of 23 or 24, even felt that there was nothing more to be done, that they have reached the peak of their careers and there's nowhere to go but down. And it was frightening to be finally caught in that stage, they said, when the grips of stagnation start to be strongly felt. I, during that time, was only worried about studying for our small-group discussions, passing the long exams, getting out of the crazy consultant's way and saving up enough of my weekly allowance so I could buy a new pocketbook or have enough money for a once-in-a-blue-moon gimmick. Tall cups of hot coffee or tea or frappuccinos during those Saturday nights seem to drive out these worries and problems of ours, at least, temporarily. And it was already Heaven.
When I finished medical school and internship year, I still sought the comforts of Starbucks. After my board review classes, I would go to Starbucks 6750 or Starbucks EDSA Shangri-La to do my self-review, unbothered that I'm spending P200+ on coffee (Besides, I don't worry about maxing out my monetary resources when it comes to spending over a loved one. Hehe). The brief moment of peace and warmth was worth it.
Now, when we were starting to notice unacceptable increase in body weights and bulges that were never there before, my highschool barkada decided to turn the coffee Saturday nights into badminton Saturday nights. It was the only available time from our busy schedules. We still do visit our favorite Starbucks place, every now and then. And whenever we are there, memories of our previous gatherings would fill us and we would be at peace once more, at least for a while...a brief moment of wonderful separation from the clutches of corporate slavery and dissatisfying medical practice. There, we are just a bunch of good souls, revelling at how our life choices molded us. And, I, would be in reverie at how a sweet, warm coffee or cool frappuccino could make this bland existence so much more bearable.
I wonder what the mermaid put in the coffee...
Starbucks Coffee Shop always felt like home to me. Even more homey than my own house. And it's a nice cool-down, chill-out place after a 2-hour workout treadmill, elliptical and weights. So, here I am typing away on my poor man's laptop (read: PDA with a mini-keyboard), a tall cup of English Breakfast tea beside it and an ambiance conducive for creative ideas. Starbucks never failed to give me inspiration.
My love affair with coffee and tea started when I was still in college, when my high school barkada and I would have coffee night outs every Saturday night (sometimes, even Sunday nights or whenever we feel a bit more coffeeholic). We used to frequent Starbucks Petron North Balagtas and it was where we would gather in little tables put together and talk about everyday events or philosophical ideas or just reminisce on our high school days. This was a pleasant release from stress we got from our universities. I remember that just being there felt like a convention of freethinkers. It was as if it was our calling to just gather there and decide the fate of the whole world. Oh well, maye it's just my delusions of grandeur speaking there. Haha.
And this went on, even after they graduated from their universities and I, the perpetual student, continued on to medical school. A change of venue had to be done though, because of the rising toll fees inevitably brought on by the rejuvenation of the bleak North Luzon Expressway. So, we had to settle for Petron North Marilao Starbucks, if we wanted to save our hard-earned cash for better deals (Their hard-earned cash, I should say. Or their credit limits. I was still my parents' parasite, then). But the gathering of minds were still there. It was a Roman forum of sorts, where I, the student, listened fervently to my teachers telling me tales of the corporate world (or corporate hell, they said). Here I heard stories of everyday battle with MRT/LRT, stupid/bitchy/ slacker officemates, monstrous bosses. Here I caught a glimpse of their emotions when they got their first ever salary and what did they spend it on. Here I learned that the corporate world can readily get your interests piqued but it can easily get you bored. That it can eat you whole and leave you wondering, retrogradely amnesic, and mentally retarded enough not to be able to decide on what to do for the next 10 years of your precious life. Some of my friends, at the young age of 23 or 24, even felt that there was nothing more to be done, that they have reached the peak of their careers and there's nowhere to go but down. And it was frightening to be finally caught in that stage, they said, when the grips of stagnation start to be strongly felt. I, during that time, was only worried about studying for our small-group discussions, passing the long exams, getting out of the crazy consultant's way and saving up enough of my weekly allowance so I could buy a new pocketbook or have enough money for a once-in-a-blue-moon gimmick. Tall cups of hot coffee or tea or frappuccinos during those Saturday nights seem to drive out these worries and problems of ours, at least, temporarily. And it was already Heaven.
When I finished medical school and internship year, I still sought the comforts of Starbucks. After my board review classes, I would go to Starbucks 6750 or Starbucks EDSA Shangri-La to do my self-review, unbothered that I'm spending P200+ on coffee (Besides, I don't worry about maxing out my monetary resources when it comes to spending over a loved one. Hehe). The brief moment of peace and warmth was worth it.
Now, when we were starting to notice unacceptable increase in body weights and bulges that were never there before, my highschool barkada decided to turn the coffee Saturday nights into badminton Saturday nights. It was the only available time from our busy schedules. We still do visit our favorite Starbucks place, every now and then. And whenever we are there, memories of our previous gatherings would fill us and we would be at peace once more, at least for a while...a brief moment of wonderful separation from the clutches of corporate slavery and dissatisfying medical practice. There, we are just a bunch of good souls, revelling at how our life choices molded us. And, I, would be in reverie at how a sweet, warm coffee or cool frappuccino could make this bland existence so much more bearable.
I wonder what the mermaid put in the coffee...
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Quirky Patients Part I: At The HMO Clinic
In my one year of being a licensed physician, moonlighting in different hospitals and clinics, I think I've had a fair share of funny and sometimes irritating incidents with "pasaway" patients. In memory of these people who've taught me a lot of things about the art of medicine which I wouldn't be able to learn in the four walls of my medical school, I recount these various tales (in no particular order of quirkiness):
1) Patient comes in at HMO clinic. Female, around late 20's.
Me: Good morning. Ano po ikokonsulta?
Patient: Wala po.
Me: Ano po ibig n'yo sabihin?
Patient: Wala po akong sakit.
Me: Scheduled po ba for follow-up consult?
Patient: No.
Me: Ano po sadya nyo?
Patient: Gusto ko po magpa-test.
Me: For what?
Patient: Lahat!
Me: Ah, wait. Ang ibig n'yo ba sabihin 'yung mga routine na exams. Chest xray? CBC? Urinalysis? Fecalysis? Nakapagpa-annual PE na po ba kayo?
Patient: Uh. 'Yun yata ang tawag doon. Basta 'yung may mga laboratory tests.
Me: Ok.
2) 65-year old female comes in at HMO clinic. Conscious, coherent, and ambulatory. Definitely not in cardiorespiratory distress.
Me: Ano po ipapa-checkup?
Patient: Magpapareseta lang po sana ng pampadulas
Me: Ano po? Para saan po?
Patient: Kapag ginagamit ako ni Mister. Medyo parang dry kasi eh. Si Mister pa naman gusto gabi-gabi.
Me: Ah, ganun ho ba. Ilan taon na po ba si Mister?
Patient: 68 po.
Me: Puede po kayong gumamit ng lubricating jelly.
Patient: Ano po ba 'yung mahusay? Baka ho kasi magka-UTI ako. Mas lalo ho masakit kapag may ganun eh.
3) Mother with 7-year old daughter comes in at HMO clinic. The daughter has swollen ears and face and full of rashes.
Me: Ano nangyari sa kanya?
Mother: Paggising po namin ganyan na siya and nangangati na katawan niya.
Me: Mukhang allergy 'yan. Sa'n ho ba siya may allergy?
Mother: Indi ko po alam. Pero nangyari na sa kanya 'yung ganyan dati. Kaya lang hindi naman po namaga ang mukha at tenga.
Me: (Auscultating patient) Eh, dapat ho sa emergency room kayo kaagad nagpunta. Buti na lang hindi siya nahihirapan huminga. Kailangan siya maipa-admit.
Mother: Indi ko po kasi alam kung saan mga accredited na ospital. Kaya dito ko dinala.
Me: Hay naku, eh paano kung emergency 'to talaga, dito mo pa dinala...nasa brochure ho na kasama ng health card ninyo 'yung listahan ng mga accredited hospitals, pati provincial list po nandoon.
Mother: Indi ko po kasi natingnan.
Me: Anyway, eto 'yung listahan ng mga hospitals. Magdecide po kayo kung saan nyo gusto siya ipa-admit. Bigyan ko muna siya ng pang-anti-allergy at itatawag ko na sa pediatrician.
4) 40-something female comes in at HMO clinic. Conscious, coherent, not in cardiorespiratory distress. (Eto winner 'to...)
Patient: Gusto ko po magpa-admit.
Me: Parang dapat po sa hospital na po kayo nagpunta. Ano po ba nararamdaman ninyo?
Patient: Inuubo kasi ako dati kaso indi ako nakapagpagamot agad kasi ang dami kong inaasikaso sa bahay. Nilalagnat din ako ngayon kaya gusto ko din magpaadmit kasi indi ako makakapagpahinga sa bahay. Mabibinat lang ako kasi ang daming trabaho sa bahay. Kaya gusto ko sa hospital na magpahinga.
Me: (After checking the reading in the thermometer) Ala naman po kayong lagnat. Mag-run po muna tayo ng mga laboratory tests and chest x-ray.
(After the tests were done...)
Me: Normal naman po lahat ng mga tests ninyo...chest x-ray, cbc with platelet count...except urinalysis. May UTI po kayo pero mild lang. Puede naman pong i-treat as outpatient lang.
Patient: Gusto ko pa din magpa-admit. Sayang naman 'yung health card ko eh. And pakiramdam ko magkakasakit ako lalo sa bahay.
Me: Dalhin n'yo na lang po 'tong mga lab tests sa hospital kung saan po ninyo gusto magpa-admit.
(After 5 days...)
Me: Kamusta na po? Akala ko po nagpa-admit kayo sa hospital?
Patient: Nagpaadmit pero kasi nagpa-discharge against medical advice ako kasi walang nag-aalaga sa tatay ko sa bahay. Katulong lang ang nandoon kaya lumabas muna ako ng ospital at naghanap ng puede mag-alaga. Hindi po marunong magluto 'yung katulong sa bahay. Ngayon po gusto ko na magpaadmit ulit pero hinihingan ako ng referral letter mula dito sa clinic.
Me: Okay, mag-run ulit tayo ng tests.
(After several minutes...)
Me: Normal naman po mga tests ninyo. Pati urinalysis. Wala pong medical indication for hospital admission. May mga binigay naman pong home medications sa inyo bago kayo na-discharge sa hospital?
Patient: Meron. Kaya lang mas gusto ko sa hospital. Lalo ako magkakasakit sa bahay...
(Comment: Wala na akong magawa sa makulit na pasyente na ito. Inirefer ko na sa Clinic Director. Hehe. Sus, gawin ba namang hotel ang hospital na puede siyang mag-check in kapag ayaw na niya sa bahay?!?!)
to be continued...
1) Patient comes in at HMO clinic. Female, around late 20's.
Me: Good morning. Ano po ikokonsulta?
Patient: Wala po.
Me: Ano po ibig n'yo sabihin?
Patient: Wala po akong sakit.
Me: Scheduled po ba for follow-up consult?
Patient: No.
Me: Ano po sadya nyo?
Patient: Gusto ko po magpa-test.
Me: For what?
Patient: Lahat!
Me: Ah, wait. Ang ibig n'yo ba sabihin 'yung mga routine na exams. Chest xray? CBC? Urinalysis? Fecalysis? Nakapagpa-annual PE na po ba kayo?
Patient: Uh. 'Yun yata ang tawag doon. Basta 'yung may mga laboratory tests.
Me: Ok.
2) 65-year old female comes in at HMO clinic. Conscious, coherent, and ambulatory. Definitely not in cardiorespiratory distress.
Me: Ano po ipapa-checkup?
Patient: Magpapareseta lang po sana ng pampadulas
Me: Ano po? Para saan po?
Patient: Kapag ginagamit ako ni Mister. Medyo parang dry kasi eh. Si Mister pa naman gusto gabi-gabi.
Me: Ah, ganun ho ba. Ilan taon na po ba si Mister?
Patient: 68 po.
Me: Puede po kayong gumamit ng lubricating jelly.
Patient: Ano po ba 'yung mahusay? Baka ho kasi magka-UTI ako. Mas lalo ho masakit kapag may ganun eh.
3) Mother with 7-year old daughter comes in at HMO clinic. The daughter has swollen ears and face and full of rashes.
Me: Ano nangyari sa kanya?
Mother: Paggising po namin ganyan na siya and nangangati na katawan niya.
Me: Mukhang allergy 'yan. Sa'n ho ba siya may allergy?
Mother: Indi ko po alam. Pero nangyari na sa kanya 'yung ganyan dati. Kaya lang hindi naman po namaga ang mukha at tenga.
Me: (Auscultating patient) Eh, dapat ho sa emergency room kayo kaagad nagpunta. Buti na lang hindi siya nahihirapan huminga. Kailangan siya maipa-admit.
Mother: Indi ko po kasi alam kung saan mga accredited na ospital. Kaya dito ko dinala.
Me: Hay naku, eh paano kung emergency 'to talaga, dito mo pa dinala...nasa brochure ho na kasama ng health card ninyo 'yung listahan ng mga accredited hospitals, pati provincial list po nandoon.
Mother: Indi ko po kasi natingnan.
Me: Anyway, eto 'yung listahan ng mga hospitals. Magdecide po kayo kung saan nyo gusto siya ipa-admit. Bigyan ko muna siya ng pang-anti-allergy at itatawag ko na sa pediatrician.
4) 40-something female comes in at HMO clinic. Conscious, coherent, not in cardiorespiratory distress. (Eto winner 'to...)
Patient: Gusto ko po magpa-admit.
Me: Parang dapat po sa hospital na po kayo nagpunta. Ano po ba nararamdaman ninyo?
Patient: Inuubo kasi ako dati kaso indi ako nakapagpagamot agad kasi ang dami kong inaasikaso sa bahay. Nilalagnat din ako ngayon kaya gusto ko din magpaadmit kasi indi ako makakapagpahinga sa bahay. Mabibinat lang ako kasi ang daming trabaho sa bahay. Kaya gusto ko sa hospital na magpahinga.
Me: (After checking the reading in the thermometer) Ala naman po kayong lagnat. Mag-run po muna tayo ng mga laboratory tests and chest x-ray.
(After the tests were done...)
Me: Normal naman po lahat ng mga tests ninyo...chest x-ray, cbc with platelet count...except urinalysis. May UTI po kayo pero mild lang. Puede naman pong i-treat as outpatient lang.
Patient: Gusto ko pa din magpa-admit. Sayang naman 'yung health card ko eh. And pakiramdam ko magkakasakit ako lalo sa bahay.
Me: Dalhin n'yo na lang po 'tong mga lab tests sa hospital kung saan po ninyo gusto magpa-admit.
(After 5 days...)
Me: Kamusta na po? Akala ko po nagpa-admit kayo sa hospital?
Patient: Nagpaadmit pero kasi nagpa-discharge against medical advice ako kasi walang nag-aalaga sa tatay ko sa bahay. Katulong lang ang nandoon kaya lumabas muna ako ng ospital at naghanap ng puede mag-alaga. Hindi po marunong magluto 'yung katulong sa bahay. Ngayon po gusto ko na magpaadmit ulit pero hinihingan ako ng referral letter mula dito sa clinic.
Me: Okay, mag-run ulit tayo ng tests.
(After several minutes...)
Me: Normal naman po mga tests ninyo. Pati urinalysis. Wala pong medical indication for hospital admission. May mga binigay naman pong home medications sa inyo bago kayo na-discharge sa hospital?
Patient: Meron. Kaya lang mas gusto ko sa hospital. Lalo ako magkakasakit sa bahay...
(Comment: Wala na akong magawa sa makulit na pasyente na ito. Inirefer ko na sa Clinic Director. Hehe. Sus, gawin ba namang hotel ang hospital na puede siyang mag-check in kapag ayaw na niya sa bahay?!?!)
to be continued...
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Yahoo! Finally I Found It!
Now I know the Axe Click Commercial song!
Title: Gangster of Love by Johnny "Guitar" Watson
You can download it at here
Bloggers Code Of Ethics
*from Cyberjournalist.net
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Bloggers should be honest and fair in gathering, reporting and interpreting information.
Bloggers should:
• Never plagiarize.
• Identify and link to sources whenever feasible. The public is entitled to as much information as possible on sources’ reliability.
• Make certain that Weblog entries, quotations, headlines, photos and all other content do not misrepresent. They should not oversimplify or highlight incidents out of context.
• Never distort the content of photos without disclosing what has been changed. Image enhancement is only acceptable for for technical clarity. Label montages and photo illustrations.
• Never publish information they know is inaccurate — and if publishing questionable information, make it clear it’s in doubt.
• Distinguish between advocacy, commentary and factual information. Even advocacy writing and commentary should not misrepresent fact or context.
• Distinguish factual information and commentary from advertising and shun hybrids that blur the lines between the two.
Minimize Harm
Ethical bloggers treat sources and subjects as human beings deserving of respect.
Bloggers should:
• Show compassion for those who may be affected adversely by Weblog content. Use special sensitivity when dealing with children and inexperienced sources or subjects.
• Be sensitive when seeking or using interviews or photographs of those affected by tragedy or grief.
• Recognize that gathering and reporting information may cause harm or discomfort. Pursuit of information is not a license for arrogance.
• Recognize that private people have a greater right to control information about themselves than do public officials and others who seek power, influence or attention. Only an overriding public need can justify intrusion into anyone’s privacy.
• Show good taste. Avoid pandering to lurid curiosity.
Be cautious about identifying juvenile suspects, victims of sex crimes and criminal suspects before the formal filing of charges.
Be Accountable
Bloggers should:
• Admit mistakes and correct them promptly.
• Explain each Weblog’s mission and invite dialogue with the public over its content and the bloggers’ conduct.
• Disclose conflicts of interest, affiliations, activities and personal agendas.
• Deny favored treatment to advertisers and special interests and resist their pressure to influence content. When exceptions are made, disclose them fully to readers.
• Be wary of sources offering information for favors. When accepting such information, disclose the favors.
• Expose unethical practices of other bloggers.
• Abide by the same high standards to which they hold others.
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