I might be next!!

In a previous post, I made kuwento about "S", one of the GPs hired by the kuripot "M" for his Laguna office. S found out later than she was paid less for her work just because she was from Laguna unlike the other GP who was from somewhere nearer Manila. S was later given a salary adjustment so that she wouldn't quit and we all thought that was that.

It wasn't.

What happened next can be best described as an honest-to-goodness BUTT-FUCK. She got butt-fucked.

S was told a few weeks later by the staff, after her clinic was done, that she was no longer needed at the Laguna clinic. She was surprised and called P who was the one who hired her in the first place. He told her that he was doing performance reviews and he had received complaints about her attitude and that she was sungit to her patients.

What a load of horse manure! Performance reviews my ass! Ano kami, residents?! If anyone ever deserved to be let go from that clinic based on kasungitan, it should be me, but I'm still working there. Hell no. This, I am 100% sure, was because of the fucking salary issue. The kuripot "M" was probably miffed and humiliated that he was found out to be a miser and forced to give in to a lousy GP like S.

What happened to S opened my eyes to the fact that P is not our friend. He is a creature of M and whatever this guy wants, P will do. I never thought that he was capable of humiliating a fellow doctor by asking her to stay then firing her later with a totally bogus reason, but he did it anyway.

I'm beginning to wonder though that if just to save face, P will actually do performance reviews. Will I be next to get the axe?

Hope not, but if that happens, shit, that'll make a really good blog entry.

Mother frakker!

I was having a pretty good day in the office. It was relatively benign for a Monday. There were few pre-employment client-patients, a few consults, NO CIRCUMCISIONS, and the owner of the shit-fuck clinic didn't show his kuripot face that day.

Then, at around 3 pm, the front desk person-girl, told me I had a phone call. It was the mother of one of the pre-employment clients I had marked "pending" due to UTI. I had given this person a prescription for an antibiotic, co-trimoxazole,to be taken for 3 days. The mother wanted to ask me a question. Sure, I said, what is the question? What happened next brought on THE ANGER.

"Bakit ito ang binigay nyo para sa UTI na ito din ang binigay noon sa kanya para sa ubo?"

I swear to God that then and there wanted to put down the phone. Slam it in someone's face, in fact. In a moment of almost-lost-self-control, I blithely asked her if she was a doctor. No, she wasn't. She just wanted to make sure that I didn't make a mistake. While counting to ten, I simultaneously (and calmly) explained that broad spectrum antibiotics can be used for many diseases. That particular drug, I explained, can also be used (but not often) for upper respiratory diseases. The mother then hung up after thanking me.

Ewan ko ba bakit ang sungit ko dahil lang sa simpleng tanong. I think I may have been irritated by the fact that the mother was meddling in her daughter's medical care. The caller was the mother of my ADULT patient; a person who could make her own decisions regarding her health. Tatawag tawag pa eh! It would probably have been okay if the patient herself had called me, but shit, man, bakit yung nanay ang tumawag?!. Hrrrr.

Yeah, arrogance could be the real cause of my anger today, but I'm going to attribute it to my aversion to the meddling in my adult patient's affairs by her pakialamera mother.

Yup, that's it.

Just so I could sleep tonight.
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Pahabol:
Could the mother had confused cotrimoxazole with co-amoxiclav? Shit, that's even more annoying.

The total uselessness of medical missions.

Saturday, April 12, 2008. My mother had volunteered me for a medical mission organized by her church group at our parish. Being her good little boy, I agreed to go so that she won't be pahiya to her church lady-friends. I arrived there fashionably late by ten minutes, expecting the other doctors to already be working. However, it was only me and another doctor who were present. The others would arrive later. Hrrrr...

At around 8:30, the patients started coming in, and the ANGER began.
First case: sipon at ubo. Next case was also sipon. Third case? Take a goddamn guess. PURO SIPON!! The weird thing is, parents of these kids wouldn't actually give a crap about the colds if there wasn't a medical mission nearby. I was so reluctant to give medications for something that was going to go away by itself. Worse, I saw a few adults and kids who went there even though they had been advised earlier by their OWN doctors in REAL clinics or hospitals to be admitted, or have x-rays or other diagnostics done. What. The. Hell.

Medical missions are counterproductive in many ways. Aside from the tired old reason that it fosters a hand-out mentality, it is a wasted effort, gives a false sense of satisfaction to the organizers, gives no long-lasting good and it diverts funds away from other, better out-reach projects. The angrydoc will elaborate.

There are better ways to do outreach programs that will have a more longer lasting impact. For example, doing a deworming program will give 6 months of benefit for the children. Add some health education and donate slippers and footwear, soap and get some access to clean water and THERE will be real, long term benefit. The deworming and health education can be done on a single day, with the same amount of effort as the medical mission and it will be shorter AND easier. The access to clean water will have to involve the community but that will also take care of the hand-out mentality. We teach them to take what they need, not wait for it to be given.

Shit! Medical missions are the lazy way out. A way for orgs to smugly say that they provide service however fleeting and minuscule the benefit is. Somebody please shoot me if I ever get invited to another medical mission.

Holy f*ck! I suck!

Holy fuck! I do not rule!I totally suck!

Whoa, that's like, so unfair, dude!

S is one of the GPs I used to work with at the rat-hole clinic I go to. She later went to the Laguna office of the clinic to work as the examining physician/ GP there, leaving me and J and C as the GPs for the Quezon City branch. I later learned from one of the GPs of the Laguna branch that they were earning 300 pesos more than us QC branch GPs. I didn't give it anymore thought because I assumed that the Laguna branch was earning more than the QC clinic.

J got a text massage from S yesterday telling her that she had found out that she was getting PhP 300 less than the other GP. She was getting the same rates as we were while the other GP was getting a lot more. She was pretty upset and wanted to find out why. At first, she thought that the secretaries were stealing from her. When she confronted them, she found out that the owner of the clinic, M, was the one who told them to give the other GP a larger PF. The reason was that this other GP had to come all the way from Las Pinas.

Syempre nakakapikon yun para kay S di ba?

She does the same amount of work but for less cash only because she's from Laguna. That's like, unfair dude. Poor S! I texted her and told her to not report for work until they gave her her due. Let's see how they like that! Ha. She texted back and told me that if they didn't fix this, she was leaving.

Poor S. I understand how she feels. Our boss, Doc G also understood how she felt but he wasn't the one who determined the salaries. M did.

M is really a kuripot monkey. We had to pull tooth and nail to get him to pay us a higher PF this year. He only raised the pay because nobody wanted to go work for him. His rat hole clinic has a hard time getting staffed because of the really low salaries.

Sige lang, there's karma. If there's one thing I know, people will always get what's coming to them. Maybe not now, but someday.

Bad service at KFC! HRRRRRR!!!

I was having a pretty good day at the rat-hole clinic I work in until lunch when the forces of shit conspired to destroy my good mood. The dumbass girl at the counter took my order and laid out the food in the plastic bags for take out. When she went to follow up on my order, I checked the bags to see if everything was there. Hmm, no spoons and forks. I asked (nicely) for the kubyertos and the shit-face woman then told me in her fake apologetic voice that they were out of plastic utensils.

As steam began to rise out of my collar and come out of my ears, I asked shit-face how I was going to eat the food.

"Papano ko kakainin yan?"

"Sir, wala na po spoon and fork."

Idiot! As if repeating something I already knew would make it less irritating.

"PAPANO KO KAKAININ YAN? "

"I'd like to talk to the manager."

The moron manager, no doubt cowed by my manly man-anger declined to speak to me and rushed to the store room to find utensils. Meanwhile, I tried to melt Shit-face the Cashier Girl with my gaze of death. Didn't work. Damnit, it never does!

Shit-face gave me a number and I sat down fuming. Moron the manager then came and told me that utensils were on the way from their Gateway branch. I unleashed hell on her dishonest ass-face.

"Miss, yung cashier nyo gave me the food without telling me na wala na kayo spoons and forks! Ano ba naman klaseng serbisyo yan?! SINASAYANG NYO ORAS KO E!"

Eventually the utensils came (from Chow King pa!) and I went back to the clinic. However, I did wash the utensils before using them. I somehow got suspicious of how clean they were after that little scene I made at the KFC branch.

I'm still furious.

This wasn't some poor harassed person who forgot an order. They deliberately didn't mention to their customers that they had run out. Totally unacceptable! Is that KFC branch so desperate for sales that they were willing to inconvenience customers? The least they could do was suspend take out orders until they could get utensils from wherever. After discussing it with my GP workmate, I decided to write a complaint to the KFC brass. However, when I got home and tried to look for their corporate site, there was no feedback or complaints section.


Fuck you KFC.