Monday, April 21, 2008

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.