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Nov. 2nd, 2009 @ 06:47 pm On Skeleton Duty
Current Mood: scaredscared
Current Music: "Bad Romance", Lady GaGa
I've been busy (well, you've heard that before), being constantly on duty at the hospital and all, but since I finally get a holiday (even if it's only for one day), I thought I should at least update this long-forgotten journal. Besides, it's that time of the year--no, not Christmas.

I mean Halloween, and All Souls' Day. And yes, that means--ghost stories!

I was on skeleton duty (meaning, only the people assigned to be on duty were required to go to the hospital) last Halloween due to the storm. I was initially really annoyed at that, because I like to stay at home on Halloween and watch horror movies (or those horror specials on TV, like the ones on the old Magandang Gabi Bayan or Rated K). But then I realized that hospitals are inherently scary places, and this was an opportunity to go ghost-hunting.

And find those ghosts I did. I didn't have to go very far, even...apparently there were three ghosts in the Surgery ward. And I was rotating there.

I. Multo Techie

This isn't really scary, but actually kind of funny, hence the title. ^^;

We clerks have a sort of common room where we can go to sleep in between rounds/monitoring, and I thought at least this part of the hospital would be safe (I mean, no one died there or anything as far as I know), but no.

My classmate L told me of an incident one night at the clerks' room. She left her laptop on then, and went to sleep for a few minutes, then woke up again to start monitoring. She checked her laptop, and to her bewilderment, her laptop was not in the place she put it before, and her files were all in a different order. She asked if anyone had touched her computer, but everyone else said they were sleeping too.


II. Midnight Rounds

One of our professors died recently of a heart attack; he was fifty-seven, really too young. It was a bit of a blow for us all. He was well-loved and respected by many, because he was one of those honest, hardworking men who were very dedicated to their field. He was so tireless that, according to my father, he even liked going on rounds to see his patients, even the clinical division ones, late at night, to check on them and see if the residents and the rest of us were taking good care of them.

Four nights before I was on duty, one of my friends, L and B, told me of an incident that happened while they were making their rounds. One of their patients, patient 306C, while they were going to clean her wound, said, "Ay, may naglinis na sa akin." ("Someone already cleaned up my wound.")

My friend L said, puzzled, no, this was their first time that night to see her.

The patient shook her head and said, "Nandito yung doktor kanina. Naka-puti siya na long sleeves, may hawak na portfolio." ("The doctor was here earlier. The one wearing a white long-sleeved polo, holding a portfolio.")

L said, "Ha? Sinong doktor?" ("What? Which doctor?")

The patient said, "Yung namatay kelan lang? Sino nga ba yun? Lagi ko siyang nakikita dito pag gabi. Kinalabit pa nga paa ko minsan. " ("The one who died recently. Who was that again? I always see him here at night. He even nudged my foot some days ago.")

And then L realized that patient 306C was the last patient this doctor had operated on, and up to his death, was still looking out for her.

(The funny thing was, the entire time I was in that ward when I was on duty, I wasn't really scared of the doctor's ghost or anything--I was more scared of him finding out if I had any mistakes in my monitoring or something. ^^;)

III. The Child Abandoned

(title borrowed from a story by Yvette Tan)

It's actually really creepy when you get patients with a third eye--or their relatives who stay with them. It was 2 in the morning, and I was monitoring the vital signs of my patient, and to keep myself awake, I engaged in a bit of small talk (she was awake too, of course). She said she couldn't sleep, so I suggested to her to walk around a bit, since she was already fine. She shook her head and said, "Ayoko. Baka may kasama na pala akong naglalakad, hindi ko lang alam." ("I don't want to. I never know who might be walking with me, or something.">

I laughed. "Multo ba yan?" ("You mean a ghost?")

She did not laugh. Instead she said, all seriousness, "Oo. Yung asawa ko may narinig kahapon e." ("Yes. My husband saw something yesterday.")

And I prodded her for details. She said that her husband was walking around the hospital halls last night, when he passed by the Pediatric Surgery ward. Inside, he heard a child crying. Alarmed, he looked inside the ward, and saw it completely dark, and locked. But the child kept on crying.

"Hello?" he called out. "Okay ka lang ba diyan?" ("Are you okay in there?")

"Pumasok ka rito," the child sobbed. "Tulungan mo ako...pumasok ka na..." ("Come inside, please. Help me. Come inside...")

Her husband ran to the nurses' station to tell them about the child, but when he did, they only stared at him.

Because apparently, there were no patients in the Pediatric Surgery ward, for two nights now. And the place had been locked since then, and when they opened it to check...it was completely empty.

There were probably more stories, but this was all I heard (or, those I could stand to hear). That entire night I was completely edgy, jumping at little shadows. The funny thing was, we relayed the stories to one of our residents, and he was annoyed at us because he was going to be alone in the staff room all night. And when I came to the room to have something checked, I noticed that their TV was on full blast, and no one was watching--and he admitted that he kept it on so he wouldn't have to be alone in eerie silence. LOL.

And that's all the ghost stories I have for now. For now, to satisfy my need for horror, I shall be watching Harper's Island, which isn't the most well-made series in the world, and is actually like any slasher flick, but still has strangely addicted. (It's probably Christopher Gorham and CJ Thomason? *cough*) I was a bit disappointed with the recent horror film I watched, Jelangkung, or, Haunted Doll. Any recommendations?

Tomorrow, I go back to the ward and face the residents again--actually a thought more horrifying than seeing any ghost. *gulp*


Some shout-outs:

lilacfield: I got your postcard, doujin, and novel! Thank you so much! :) Will be sending something this week.
manghahabi: Will be sending something to you too. :)
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Date:November 2nd, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
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I was more scared of him finding out if I had any mistakes in my monitoring or something.

LOL, the force of habit.

And thank goodness the package arrived - I was beginning to have uncharitable thoughts about the postal service. You're welcome!
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Date:November 3rd, 2009 04:32 pm (UTC)
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LOL, the force of habit. Hehe! Even in death, I fear my teacher's disapproval.

And thank you again! :) *glomps* The novel is turning out to be interesting so far, by the way--it's realistic, without being overly dramatic or heavy. And I love your fics, as usual--my favorite is actually the Death Note/Naruto series of drabbles, hehe.
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Date:November 2nd, 2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
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eh. that last one's scary :(
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Date:November 3rd, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
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It really was @_@ When I heard that (at two in the morning, WTF), I ran whenever I passed by the Pedia Surgery ward. It was dark and creepy and I kept imagining that child was going to call out for me too...@_@ Ghost children are the creepiest, for me.
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Date:November 2nd, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
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Unless your school is different, Surg departments tend to have nice people, so take heart.

Few more months. Kaya mo yan. ^^v
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Date:November 3rd, 2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
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Hehe, thank you. ^_^ Actually, I was more afraid of the IM residents, because we kept having to refer to them.
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Date:November 5th, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
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Mabuti naman, busy.

Haha, bakit nga ba ospital at eskwelahan? Hmm.

I - prank?
II - naisip ko si Professor Binns. ^^;
III - kaya minsan, mas okey na hindi na magtanong. XP

Ooooooh. Yun pa din ba snail mail mo? Nung isang taon ko pa dapat pinadala sa yo yung nasa kin. ^^;;;
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Date:November 11th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
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*huggles* *glomps*

Mabuti naman, busy. But I don't want to be busy anymore T___T I want a break, very badly.

Siguro kaya ospital kasi maraming namamatay doon. At eskwelan...kasi nakakamamatay siya talaga. Wahaha. (Seriously, kasi ginamit ata silang refugee camps noong WWII, di ba?)

I - I forgot to add that one of our interns actually saw a child in the room once. Hiding behind one of the cabinets...and the next thing she knew the child was gone. O_o

II - Haha, oo nga!

III - Pero okay lang, at least may makukuwento ako...

Yup, yun pa rin ^_^ Nasa kin pa yung book at CD mo, ehehe ^^;
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Date:December 10th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC)
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Gah. Hapi Bertdey! *glomps*
Late yung sulat ko. (as usual)
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Date:December 20th, 2009 01:11 pm (UTC)
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Hindi pa pala ako nakakareply, sorry...^^;;; Thank you so much!:) At okay lang late, no :P
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Date:December 20th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
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Ako nga, isang buwan bago makareply. ^^;
Sana nga lang, maintindihan mo yung pinagsusulat ko, mwahahaha.