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Quinta-feira, Agosto 19, 2004

Adenosine Triphosphates (ATP's) Make Me Act Like This

I had a long, long day in school. My knees already feel weak. My group mates and I slumped back on the metal chairs outside the college's building as we waited for our clinical instructor for what seemed to me like FOREVER. Despite the uberheavy traffic down the West Service Road this morning, I managed to arrive in the university by quarter past eleven. However, had I only gained ESP, I would've stayed a bit longer in the house because Miss Bless, our clinical instructor, only showed up at 4.30p. So yeah, that was basically all we did today.

Junk food is delectable junk. Gobbling up on some gives vibrant color to your dreadful life.

On my way home, I went to a convenience store at Merville access road to purchase some goodies that would put a stop to my hunger pangs and boredom. Come on! I think I deserve a nice break after five hours of waiting for my teacher! Anyway, I bought a huge pack of greasy potato chips, a potent coke, and a bar of imported chocolate. All of which, I have devoured in fifteen minutes after I got home. Boy, how I feel rejuvenated. My moles of glucose are now having a wonderful time going through Krebs cycle -- the roller coaster ride in my mitochondria. I have become an energizer bunny ready to wrack my brain for a fresh set of idiosyncratic ideas and type them away in my weblog.

Tomorrow, I leave early in the morning to meet with my CHN group mates (again) at some fast food restaurant in SM Manila at 8a. You know I am never enthusiastic about waking up early. It's imperative (as every activity in the world is imperative) that I get up ahead of time, though, or else I'd be left behind. We are going on a trip to my classmate's place in Fairview, Quezon City to try to finish our community diagnosis. My RN sister once told me that making the CDx (that's community diagnosis for you) is the thing that she hated doing most in her profession. And at this very moment, I can sense that I'm also trying to purge myself to accomplishing any of that sort.

Of course, you don't know what I'm trying to say here. And you probably could not care less about any of my stories. But I can see through your persistence in perusing my posts, which makes me assume that you somehow want a piece of me. So to orient you about public health nursing, if you read up on my next post (which you certainly would), I'm showing a background of this through a couple of snapshots I have taken a few weeks ago. It may lack much information about the real purpose of CHN but the little description helps anyway. Besides, who gives a fart? You're not a student nurse anyway.


Carnaval took a nap at 8:43:00 PM

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