Monthly Archives: June 2013

A fruit a day..

Daily Prompt: Ha Ha Ha

Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with a unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FUNNY.


Several years back I was eating fruits with my brother and sister when I chanced upon a worm in the fruit I was just about to bite into. For a brief moment I remembered a lecture in our parasitology and invertebrate zoology class (it gets worse in medicine class, but I digress) about worms being extra sources of proteins. Whatever. I then nonchalantly flicked it towards the direction of my sister who as expected reacted with a deafening scream of pure terror.

Oh, did I forget to mention the fact that for unknown reasons she’s terrified of them creatures?

Anyway, she told me how much she hated me for (it was a lie i’m sure of it, she always tell me that when I do crazy things to her) and kept yelling at the top of her lung capacity.

“Kadiri ka talaga kuya!” (“you’re really yucky big brother!”) she screamed at me.

“Well actually, there’s something worse than finding a worm in your fruit as you bite into it” I countered

“Talaga? Ano?” (Really? What?) she asked in full sarcasm.

“It’s biting into a piece of fruit and finding half a worm”

End of current discussion.


Kindness of Others

My take on today’s daily prompt challenge:


sharing kindness

[The following events happened around some years back, previously published somewhere else, reposted for this blog post]

It was another standing room only day at the Emergency Room yesterday, meaning the only time I got to sit down was when I needed to write down orders for the patients who needed to be confined at the hospital.

It was already past 12 noon and the people who were supposed to relieve us from our tour of duty where still nowhere to be found. This is just a moonlighting gig I do once a week to augment my income. I’m paid on a per 24 hour duty and incentives based on the number of patients I get to see and treat.

Unfortunately, the billing section where I get my salary opted to go on lunch break early, so I had to wait at least another hour before I got my hard earned (and badly needed) pay. And that was when the ICU nurses caught me and asked if I could spare a pizza. That’s the problem sometimes with people. They would think that just because I’m a doctor, I’m earning tons of cash that I could just give away. Still, I gave in and bought them a family sized pizza to which I had a slice myself. That my friends would be lunch by the way.

The rain was pouring down heavily and the wind was definitely stronger when I left the hospital. The storm signal having been upgraded to number 2 this morning. I was wet, cold and hungry and just wanted to get home in any way possible.

And while I was being drenched in the rain I remember a time when I was still in high school. I got caught in a drizzle and I was without any protection form the rain save the school uniform I was wearing. Thinking it could not get any worse, I walked in the pouring rain, unmindful of everyone else who was looking at my general direction. To my surprise, someone came from behind me and shared her umbrella with me. She was maybe in her mid forties, in a modest attire and with a kind and comforting smile. I don’t know why, maybe because she took pity on me or maybe this is the kind of thing any mother would do for a child. In silence she  walked me to the commuter terminal and waited for me to get on before leaving. I bid her thanks and never saw that kind lady again.  And now getting caught again in the rain, the memory stirs anew. I may not remember anymore the face of that particular kind stranger, but I surely remember the gesture.

A Son Remembers


we celebrate.. we remember..

On a typical Sunday morning, most people would be having the day off, or in the very least have an extra hour of staying in bed. Of course, I’m not with that demographic. Still had to get up early, as there was a scheduled minor operation that I was do intra-operative monitoring, not really because I needed to, I had complete faith in the skills of the surgeon doing the surgery,  but because the patient, who also happens to be my friend asked me to be there.  In exchange she gave me a smile and thanked me for staying with her during the procedure.

Next on my agenda for the day was to do my rounds at the hospital to check on my admitted patients.  I was about to leave when the son of one of my patients asked if he could talk to me privately. He said he wanted to know the prognosis of his father who suffered a myocardial infarction, but since he was already in the room when I discussed it with the patient and their other relatives, I felt that he wanted to say something else. In the end, it was just really a case of son who wanted the best for his father. So I reassured him that we will do everything, prayers included. He thanked me and I excused myself as I tell him that I too have to visit my father today.

It’s been five years the last time I was here in a similar condition. I was still moonlighting then just to make sure I had gainful employment. The place is still the same, but now I see that several other people who probably had the same idea as me. I also noticed that someone left a candle. It was still warm when I touched it and I had a hunch who came here before me. Just like before I wasn’t big on small talk so I again reassured him as well that I very well intend to keep my promise to take care of my mother, my brother and sister the same way that he would have done.

And before I go, a prayer is offered in silence, I look up in the sky and whisper “Happy Father’s Day Dad”

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