coffee break

sacrilege! to all ben10 (ben tennyson) fans out there, mcdonald’s philippines have released 4 ben10 toys together with their happy meal. the toys are not that bad, really juvenile if you ask me, directly targeting the 6-9 age group. i have nothing against the toys, except this…

since when did aliens carry man-purse? something is wrong here. i know aliens are far intelligent, are they now more fashion forward? pushing the envelope people…

what the hell? i’m on night shift until i fly back, which changes everyday. one of my pet peeves is nightly junk food, fast food to be exact. greasy burger with fatty bacon, yum! so here i am at wendy’s, been craving it for a long time; i’ve been a mcdo boy since, forever. the baconator looks good,so i’m having that. go biggie just because of the ice tea, just for the ice tea. as i waited for the freshly made burger, the cashier ringed my bill it amounted to php320.00. huwat?!?!?! are they serious? 320 for a burger meal at a fast food store? of all people, i’m the last to be stingy but for a burger meal at a fast food chain, 320 is just plain wrong. the burger is ok, for that price it should be! it’s the same price as 8hours of a minimum waged worker. that so wrong.

but one burger i’d gladly pay a premium is mcdo’s angus burger. i love this burger just because it’s really good. the onions for one is really fresh and the bacon is just the way i wanted, extra crispy. i ordered it at a drive thru on our way home from tyson, got lost a couple of exits, got home after an hour, answered emails and after a total 2.5hours, the burger is still good! that’s good burger…

but sorry, it’s not available in manila.

listening to:
We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things. – Jason Mraz : The Dynamo Of Volition

it’s chilly. the colors of autumn is as beautiful as ever. rush hour traffic seemed bearable.

and then this project pulled me back to reality that all that shines is not gold. i have put myself to a year and a half worth of pain and suffering. missed birthdays. missed weddings. and no holidays. i love my job. i love my job. i love my job…

gonna leave you guys for a while, just for 10 days. i need to be somewhere for work. will try to post pictures, but it’s cold there. nothing nice to take pictures of, except the fall fashion. hopefully this place i’m flying to dresses. they better, nothing better to do there…

no corporate card. this would be interesting…

i still am not a 100%.

this is my left hand at st. lukes. although i was really, really sick (registering 40  celsius), i instructed driver to bring me to st .lukes rather than ust hospital that is just across the street. they quickly helped me out, just when i opened the car door, a nurse was waiting with a wheelchair to wheel me inside the hospital. that’s what i call good service. stayed at the e.r. for a good 24 hours but the hospital is so full they still can’t move me to a room. how come everyone’s sick? i can’t have my moment, not even being sick. i decided to move to a different hospital…

to ust. the worst kind of hospital if you ask me. poor service and poor facilities. i wonder how they became an accredited hospital in the first place. the time i got in ust, i stayed in their er, no one was attending to me. no one took my temperature, blood pressure nor  a quick history. i was lying in their er bed for 3 hours, shriveled but no one even offered a blanket. just about the 4th hour, an attending physician showed up and admitted me at the hospital. just like that, no questions. well just one, if i want to be admitted.  ust doctors put the iv at my right hand since my left had been iv-ed at st lukes.

but my rounds of meds at the hospital fried my veins, very very strong and painful antibiotics 3x a day and liberal dosage of 3 kinds of meds for my fever, equally painful. all of which are cranked up my iv like a cocktail drink. by thursday my veins have turned in mush so they need to put another iv on my left hand. all the, my 3 doctors just show up, stethoscope here and here, breathe deep here, and off they go. i pay them 1,000.00 to poke me with a stethoscope. not even if i faint at the very steps of ust, i will never go back to that hospital. although it’s only my 2nd confinement but i know how a hospital and its staff should be.

now i’m discharged, and the funny and at the same time sad thing is that i don’t agree with their findings. according to them i have an enflamed strep throat, layman’s term-tonsillitis. and i paid a hospital, a fellow-consultant cardiologist, fellow –consultant surgeon and a fellow eent php55,000.00 for a freaking tonsillitis. whoever thought that you need 3 fellows  to cure strep throat?