The Freudian Slip Of A Bacolodnon

What do you get when 3 guys decided to go have coffee in Trinoma and talk about their miserable love life? An impromptu planning of a surprise romantic dinner date, that's what you get. It happened during the final day of our DTTB CME in Manila when my roommates and I decided to go malling in Trinoma during the afternoon break. My roommates were Tep and Prince, both then at the opposite end of the love-life spectrum. Both were madly in love, especially Tep, but unlike Tep, Prince was kinda on the rocks. Of course, standing right at the fulcrum was simple old me, the guru, the sage, the Zen master of life, love and whatever is in between. So, we talked. Or mostly, it was Tep talking, trying to ask us what he can do so he can win the love of his life. Then smart Prince suddenly suggested a dinner date at the penthouse of the hotel where we were staying. Candle-light dinner, with roses, ambience music, nice food, wine... It was a perfect idea! So, the three of us went to our masterpla...

Here are pictures from the 32nd CME of the Doctors to the Barrio Program of the Department of Health: Batch 23 Will be posting more pictures when I get back to Bacolod City within the week.

I have chosen a road traveled by a few for perhaps the most practical reasons. While the compensation may be ample as compared to a resident working in the hospital, there are sacrifices a doctor to the barrio must make which a typical resident need not give up. For one, the comforts of city life can be very titillating for a DTTB who have spent months in geographical isolation from the proofs of urban life. The attachment to the routines of daily living can be bloody for a DTTB. Many DTTBs are assigned in areas not even insurgents can penetrate. While the motivation for such persistence and endurance in the plains of voidness vary from one DTTB to another, the fact remains that any DTTB, devoted and dedicated, will let go of the noise and lights of "civilization" and exchange them for the slow-paced, almost-frustrating lifestyle in the countryside. Married DTTBs such as myself had to let go of family time and like missionaries assigned in perilous places, we leave them in o...

Here are pictures of Boracay taken during my last visit during the 3rd National Convention of Philippine Association of Government Physicians.

The Freudian Slip and The Macellarius Est take a breather indefinitely. Blogger decides to keep every thought in his mind instead of writing them down in these blogs. This is a temporary leave and although it is indefinite, it is not forever. However, blogger will still monitor any comments or reactions left by readers in any of the posts. He may from time to time even respond to these reactions. See you on the other side. Type rest of the post here

(This essay was in response to an invitation to write to TBR 6th ed .) The Philippine healthcare system is a tricky machinery which no Philippine Government in its young history has ever mastered. At present, the entire system is suffering both from its inherent flaws and external threats. Perhaps the greatest challenge the Philippine healthcare system has ever faced is its mass exodus of medical professionals. Never before has the Filipino society ever encountered doctors leaving for abroad, nurses abandoning posts for greener pastures and even midwives leaving the rural and countryside for better opportunities in the urbanized society. The brain drain that is affecting the Philippines has, first of all, affected the very heart of its society: health. For what can a country do if it is loaded with sick people? A lot of these mentally sick people are cohorted in the government itself. The poor are being neglected and are deliberately made to remain poor so that they will be cheap enoug...

Pictures during the launching of GP8 in my RHU.