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#WhenInGalway #Salthill (at The Promenade Salthill)

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Today was sunny. :) #WhenInGalway #Salthill (at The Promenade Salthill)

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Coffee is always a bright idea. (Pero TBH hinahanap ko pa rin yung masarap na kape) ☕️😊 #Coffee #WhenInGalway (at Café Nero)

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By the River Corrib I stood up and froze. #rivercorrib #WhenInGalway #GalwayGirl (at Claddagh, Galway, Ireland)

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"Hindi-Ko-Na-Maramdaman-Tenga-Ko-Pero-Okay-Ba-Posing-Ko-Besh?" @lizasoberano #WhenInGalway #EyreSquare (at Eyre Square)

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Somewhere in Eyre Square. #Galway #WhenInGalway #Blue (at Eyre Square)

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Bluer than blue. #Galway #Salthill (at The Promenade Salthill)

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She was unstoppable - not because she did not have failures and doubts - but because she continued on in spite of them.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Of flowers, peach and looking back. #PusoNiStephenYssaLang #weddingsph #florals #plumppinay

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Salamat sa paghawak ng kamay ko nung mga panahong takot na takot ako. Kahit na alam naman nating pareho na mas mahigpit ang hawak mo sa railings netong sinasakyan natin. 😛 Happy **nd Birthday Kuya! Nagmamahal, Hannah aka Taguro Sister

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Yesterday's unexpected ramen date with the girls. 🍜🍦#TeamLochia #girlfriends #despacito (at Molito Lifestyle Centre)

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Sad

Sometimes I just want to cry. Is there something wrong with me? Are all these just hormones? There's a pain in my head but the one I'm feeling inside is stronger. I hope it doesn't consume me.

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Salamat UMC! ☺️ Live Jesus in our hearts, Forever! 💚💚💚 #LaSallian #DLSUMC #TeamLochia

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Nurse Starter Pack. Learn more on my blog! www.hannahbananee.blogspot.com #LoveHannahBlog #LoveHannah #NurseStarterPack #NursingLife

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Respect

No one realizes the everyday struggles of a nurse. From juggling several patients and Doctors' orders to making sure that every single detail of the care plan is well documented, being a nurse is way more than just being able to care for someone you do not know. Yes, we are caring. It's actually innate to all of us. But there sure is a thin line about mistaking us as your servant or shock absorber just because you are sick. Earlier, I helped my co-nurse to start the IV line of her patient because she was unsuccessful in doing so. I did a bit of rapport as usual to make the patient feel at ease. "She's scared of needles", her husband says. And I gave her a tiny smile to somehow give her reassurance. As we nurses all know, not all veins show up but all veins are palpable. This means that even if the vein cannot be physically seen with the naked eye, an experienced health professional would know the location of the vein, how big it is and what size of an IV Catheter is needed to puncture it just by palpation. This patient does not know that. And was tense when I told her that I will try inserting through said invisible vein. She cried. And it was not just a little cry, it was a mega tantrums-like cry not dit for someone in her late thirties. She said that it was her first time to have an IV inserted on her forearm. Her arm muscles were tensing up and she was calling for her husband. She clearly did not trust me. Anyone who has that type of patient would certainly lose confidence as well. And let me tell you this: There is no one else inside that room who wanted to puncture your vein in one swift try other than the Nurse who is trying to insert it. To cut things short, I inserted the line using a G18. I did not gave in to my nerves even when I was on the verge of shaking out of nervousness. And, Madaam. Let me tell you this. I hate needles too. I hate them so much that I try my best to stay healthy so I can avoid confinement. There is no need for you to shout at me telling me: "HINDI NAMAN IKAW ANG NASAKTAN!" when I tried to calm you afterwards by telling you "Oh ayan Maam, isang shot lang po, wag na ho kayong umiyak". There's no need to tell me that I do not feel the pain. Ano pong akala nyo sa akin? Bato? Do you think I enjoy hurting people? Do you think that I don't have feelings? Do you not think that your rude comments are hurting me as well? And you know what gets me? It's the fact that I need to understand you. Kailangan ko pagpasensyahan ang paninigaw nyo sa akin kasi hindi ako ang may sakit. How about me? If I explain to you the mechanisms of pain and how it always just seems to be worse in your head, you wouldn't listen to me. In fact, the customer will always be right no matter what. That is why there is a Patient Assistance Office offered to all of your concerns. Paano naman kaming mga nurse? Where do we go when we are clearly disrespected? Does that become a topic of conversation that needs improvement? Do managers go up to rude customers to point out how mean and disrespectful they were? Sometimes, I wonder why I ever chose to be a nurse. Sometimes, I even think about why I'm still here. Nursing is not for the faint of heart.

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May and the month that was

I've always been vocal about how exhausted I am from work. In fact, there have been countless of times when I was on the verge of quitting and have stopped myself from making such rash decision because I know that I am "just" tired. No one should make such big decisions when they're stressed. For the first time in four years, I almost hit the bingo with my 12 hour duties. To make it more specific, 10 out of my 10 duties were all night shift or 6P (6PM-6AM). It was not cool. I was bracing myself to saying goodbye to total darkness during my slumber when something happened. My grandfather died. I know it was inevitable because he has been in and out of the hospital for months due to his recurring pneumonia what with his old age and all. I also know that his death is better then seeing him frail and debilitated. It also just worries me that my Dad is now not only widowed by my mom but is now also completely orphaned. Staying at the mortuary for days gave me a bad case of cough and colds, the kind that gives you a headache when you cough or sneeze, and has proven that I am a true blue probinsyana. Also, try to imagine acquiring such virus during the summer. I was barely recovering from the loss of Papa when I found out that Tatay (my maternal grandfather) also died. We didn't even get the chance to visit him in the hospital. It's true when I say that I have not experienced a worse heartache than when my mother passed away. But experiencing two deaths almost at the same time really took a toll on me. I felt numb. I was glad that I was given a chance to take a leave from work and would joke how it was the last gift of my late grandfathers before they perished. The 18 day leave allowed me to reflect on life and what matters. One thing that I concluded was that I am tired. When friends tell me that they are burnout, I would tell them to go on what I call the "Holiday Experiment" wherein they must take a couple of days off from work to go on a vacation or to simply rest at home. As they near the end of the said break, they must take time to assess whether they feel refreshed and excited or if they feel stuck and unmotivated to go back to work. I, obviously, got the latter result. It also did not help that it was Sarah's last day of duty when I return from my bereavement leave. This means that after four years, every single one from my group of friends has left me to pursue their careers elsewhere. This led to an incident where I ate alone at Tokyo Tokyo after a long 6A duty with no one to recount the crappy day that was because none of my friends were around. I have always been cool about doing things alone, it was just the company that I was missing. It would've been fun to recount every detail of the duty with a good friend, it would be borderline crazy to laugh alone at the restaurant. So I ate my Sriracha Donburi in silence as I stare off the window wondering how my friends are. Some time last week, I felt nauseous after waking up from a night shift. During duty, I was cold was feeling flu-like body pains sans the fever by midnight. When I got home, I slept with the fan turned off thinking I just need to sweat it away. It worked. But it also gave me another conclusion, my body is giving up on me. I don't get sick. I may be late, but I don't get sick. I can even prove it to you by the 15th of June when I am paid all eight of my sick leaves and when my vacation leaves are replenished to twenty. A feat that can only happen when (and I repeat) you don't get sick. I was also PMS-ing hard. My skin is having the breakout of its life and my Korean skincare routine was not working. I was exfoliating my face almost everyday but I still have bumps on my cheeks and all of my supposed pimples became grown up zits. Too much information, I know, but (pun intended) all of my efforts was in vain! As the month comes to an end, I'm just glad that I can summarize everything and close this chapter of my life in this one post. When May ends, June comes next and I can't wait for the rain and the cooler weather (Hooray for us Pluviophiles!). I know that this post may be sad and depressing for some, but life will not always be like seeing butterflies while walking in the park. Life will be hard and it will sometimes hit you all in one blow. But remember that God will never let you experience something you cannot handle. So stay strong, Darling. Stick to fight and brace yourself for better days ahead. -H.

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Smile. 😊 #brushcalligraphy #brushcalligraphyph #watercolor #practice