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Quietude

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In solitude I may find myself
Far away from you, I may seek to be whole
Yet your presence I long
And your love I yearn to feel
This peace giveth me a chance
To rebuild the pieces broken
From chances forsaken

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On Never Looking Back

It has been a week since you left me hanging. As I walked back home with a heavy heart, I looked out onto the EDSA skyline and wondered to myself, “How is this going to be any better?”.

I wasn’t sure how it would, but something in me tells me to never worry.

Monday came and it was never the same again. No more of your morning messages – teasing me every now and then, or reminding me to take my lunch when I intended to skip the meal to work in the lab. I was no longer looking forward to 9 o’clock, so I can hear you sweet voice and beg to hear you sing a song for me.

How I wished Sunday never came. But now, it’s a Sunday once more. A week has passed, and no word from you.

But I have decided to move on from this. And as I look out at the gloomy horizon outside the window,even if it takes me more than my remaining courage to come out into the rain, I’m pretty certain there are better days ahead of me. I shall no longer look back in pain, but hold on to a great promise of tomorrow.

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Anaphylaxis

A 24 year old Asian male presents to the ER with tachypnea, shortness of breath and generalized urticaria. Patient has no known maintenance medications to relieve the symptoms he is currently experiencing prior to coming to the ER. A physical examination revealed the following: HR 110bpm, RR 40 with signs of accessory muscle use.

Brief history of the patient reveals that he has been trying to patch things up with his partner of 8 months – after a whirlwind dating phase that lasted only roughly two weeks. Patient discloses that he was not aware that things would have gone out of hand, and symptoms of said event manifested abruptly one Saturday evening, after receiving one too many messages from the other person.

Accumulation of said allergen in the system may have caused this allergic reaction to the patient, causing him to lose motivation and feel irritability at the mere thought of this person.

An aerosol treatment was ordered and given with 0.5 cc albuterol with 3.0 cc normal saline in a small volume nebulizer for 10 minutes. Peak flows done before and after the treatment were 125/250 and ausculation revealed loud expiratory wheezing and better airflow.

Symptoms began toΒ  resolve, and the patient was advised to resolve his current ordeal with his partner, and if they would accept their excessive neediness of one another, come into terms with this so as to prevent his reexposure to this allergen, as well as to refrain from whirlwind relationships because, you know what? Things that are taken too fast just to achieve something is just.. it’s just not right. It’s crap.

Mirror..Mirror

When I look in the mirror, I see nothing.

A blank slate. A newly created canvas. Emptiness. Nothing.

Long have I been hoping to see something from this void that I am in. A future, perhaps? Something which is to be foretold, something I should have been looking forward to in this lifetime of mine? Or something that should have unraveled to me a long time ago?

I remember having dreamt of something like that back then – my elusive vision of what I would be a few years from now: a happy home, a great career, someone to be with when my hair turned grey; an early hike to the mountain summit, to see the rising sun above the horizon, or watching the sun set on the beach while holding hands with the person I will spend my days with.

Was the dream to abrupt to be fulfilled?

In this dark room, with only the lights coming from the small square of a window, the lights of the city illuminate this damp cell. With only the lost hopes of a bright future, I live out the shattered days.