March 19, 2015
I got a call from
@migohubadero asking for help. The records of a confined patient in RITM had to be accessed at a different treatment hub because the patient was unconscious. The doctors didn’t know his ARVs. I doubted whether or not I would get the records needed.
I texted Dr. Cruz, forwarded the message of
@migohubadero and tried to get the information needed. As expected, Dr. Cruz asked that the doctor in RITM call the doctor of RD to get the info needed.
I was rushing. I forwarded the message of Dr. Cruz to
@migohubadero who then told me that the doctors were able to communicate already. Problem solved, I told myself.
I was rushing. I had a three day training the next day towards the weekend and I had to go visit a friend’s mom who recently lost her fight to Cancer.
I was rushing. While driving to the funeral, @edbusim was able to find a picture somewhere (where, i cannot say). He showed me the pic and I gave it a shrug. I didn’t know the guy. A few minutes later, @edbusim saw a tweet from @notzihguy that the guy in RITM didn’t make it. I had to call @notzihguy to make sure we were talking about the same guy.
I was rushing. The funeral visit was short since I hadn’t packed my things for the three-day training. And a lot of things were running and racing and spilling over, in and around my mind.
I’m still rushing. After a few hours of a youth program dissemination in Manila, I drove back to Quezon City so I can round up the first draft of the training’s documentation. Tomorrow is the start of a 3 day technical working group workshop to finalize some policy draft and guidelines. What used to be jargons to me are meals I take for lunch now a days. What used to be taboo are plain habits for me.
I spent a couple of hours at home before deciding to go to a nearby milktea house. I thought I would be able to work faster there.
@posit689 will meet me there so he can study, and I can stay focused with my draft, and still have company.
15 minutes past 7 in the evening, I was done. I decided to backread on my twitter and FB messages.
From nowhere, I searched for a name. I’m not the type who would search for people’s names on FB, nor am I the type to remember names. I typed a name. I was thinking:
Who is this guy?
We weren’t friends. The picture did not seem familiar, A call came in and I answered the call. I went back to my laptop a minute later and the net was gone.
The net went back up. I reloaded my twitter. My facebook. His page came back up.
Who the hell are you?
I clicked on his photos. Oh, I knew him. We met a few times before.
So why do I know his name?
I closed my eyes and in a few seconds, “screenshots” came flooding into my shut eyes.
You’re the guy
@migohubadero asked me to check on last Thursday.
March 23, 2015