10 Things Only Medical Technology Students Can Relate To

"Whenever you would come across someone whose vein protrudes so visibly, your eyes would sparkle at the thought of how convenient that person would be as a patient."
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The journey to becoming a Registered Medical Technologist is inarguably challenging. In the midst of battling against bacteria, parasites, blood groups, cells, hand-outs, and most importantly, sleep, Medical Technology students find comfort in the truth that the same struggle is shared. Here are ten things that will make Medtech students nod their heads in approval.

  1. "Uy, meron kang alcohol?" "Ha? Wala? Diba Medtech ka?"

Whenever there is a need for rubbing alcohol, people immediately turn to you with the assumption that you must always be carrying one since you are a Medical Technology student. This is fine at first but it usually becomes annoying at times. Not because you handle the most infectious specimens and body fluids, doesn't mean you have to be extra hygienic all the time. HRM students don't even bring ladles anywhere around, just saying.

  1. Your friends think you're gross and dirty.

Unlike friends who come up to each other to ask for advice or food or stuff, you usually ask your friends for their blood, literally. Sometimes, you go way beyond just blood extraction and even ask for other body fluid samples such as urine, stool, and saliva. When you'd visit your friends with a disposable specimen cup on hand, most of them usually make a face in distaste. There is a consistent look of wonder in their faces, thinking how you handle the process of collecting and examining these specimen. Although we don't want to involve our friends in our *dirty* business, critical times call for drastic measures.

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  1. The struggle of the first blood extraction.

Although labeled as the modern day "blood-suckers," the struggle of the first ever blood extraction is undeniably real! With hands shaking, cold sweat dropping, and heart racing in your chest, you proceed with uncapping the syringe or ETS needle and inserting it in the skin with the hope that you've hit the vein. When the blood starts to flow into the tube, you let out an inaudible sigh of relief for a job well done—if you're lucky. When blood doesn't show no matter how much you swim the needle, well, you know there's always room for practice 'til you get it right.

  1. Patient crisis.

Since the course deals with practical laboratory exams, you need patients. May it be only for a specimen sample or for an actual procedure demonstration, you will always need patients. Most often than not, there is a "patient-crisis" happening especially when Midterms or Final exams are in season. Though there is a shortage of patients in these times, you always end up having one. All the time, you are grateful for friends who show up as your patients and willingly give their blood and other body fluids to you.

  1. Kit.

Going around the campus in white gala uniform with a kit on one hand and a book or notebook on the other is the usual get-up of Medical Technology students. The kit is almost an extension of your life as a student that whether you admit it or not, there is an undeclared need for this kit to be always filled with materials and equipment. Once you start to run out of cotton balls or glass slides, you make a mental note to buy one from the nearest drugstore as soon as classes are finished. You see to it that you always have what you need in that kit.

  1. Low-key vein obsession.

After successfully mastering how to extract blood, you never looked at people's arms the same way again. Whenever you would come across someone whose vein protrudes so visibly, your eyes would sparkle at the thought of how convenient that person would be as a patient. You also find yourself unnoticeably and unintentionally palpating others' veins. You even share photos of people with noticeable dominant veins on social media. Lastly, you know that you secretly hope that everyone has palpable and detectible veins because that would be of great help to the success of your performance.

  1. The hype over the uniforms.

There is a different sense of delight felt upon wearing the white gala uniform for the first time. Although it is hassle during the rainy season, you know wearing the uniform makes you feel like a legit Medical Technology student. This hype over the uniform intensifies as you trade your old white gala uniform for your internship scrub suit. Finally, it is time to face the actual laboratory outside of the walls of the school, and nothing makes you prouder than wearing the school in your uniform.

  1. "Sorry, busy. Medtech student ako."

Learning to conduct laboratory examinations that will aid the diagnosis of the physicians is not something you learn overnight. You have to study it for years and you have to choose it between dates, hang-outs, gatherings, and other occasions. Dealing with major subjects with laboratory practical examinations (and not to mention research) is more than enough to consume your time. Sometimes, you might not even have enough. Which is why, you always find yourself declining casual invitations to party or stroll-out because exams arrive in multitudes, and of course, Medtech is *life*.

  1. Medtech jokes.

Despite the demands of the course and the stress caused by it, somehow, you still find time to crack a joke in relation to the course that's driving you crazy. Most of the time, these jokes end up really corny especially to those who can't relate to it. For example:

"Sino ang nilalaman ng puso mo?"

"HEPARIN talaga. Huhu."

  1. "Bakit ba ako nag-Medtech?"

In every language, this is the unending question that you ask yourself for every time the going gets tough. In the middle of cramming for an exam, you ask yourself this. After an exam you know you did so bad, you ask yourself this. Rushing around to find samples, equipment, and the like, you ask yourself this. Even when you're just in deep contemplation, you ask yourself this. But no matter how much you want to quit and give up what you started, you never do, because you know that despite all the frustrations, one day you will eventually finally get that Registered Medical Technologist title just after your surname.


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Today, I am sharing my mother's story. I wish my mother was a constant in my life, like an angel who guards you to sleep and comes right there when you called. But angels come back home too, in heaven where they always belonged, and my mother went back a little early. My mother died when I was 13 years old. My last memory of my mother: Letting go when you are not yet ready is a very cruel thing that one has to ever experience. It is a sudden wave of total sadness and desperation crashing into your very core.

On the 28th of July 2013, we went to a resort in Bataan for the employees’ getaway. My parents own a 7-11 franchise, and it had always been a tradition to give their store clerks a get-together every year. I remember very well the last breakfast I had with my mother. The Sunday morning sky was clear and sunny, and the sea was calm and tranquil as we ate our breakfast on a cottage under the tall palm trees. She shared with us a strange dream she had the other night. She dreamt about an unknown woman holding an ice pick chasing her down on a dimly lit street, then she woke up just before the woman could grab her arm. We never knew what that dream exactly meant and now, I wished I never knew its meaning. After breakfast, my family and our employees decided to take a swim at the beach. The day was nice. The morning air may be chilly but the sun’s kiss on our skins gave us warmth. It was perfect. Everything is fine and the tides are low which made it very enjoyable to swim. We swam a little farther from the shore and we stopped to the point where the water reached our shoulders. We were talking about the good things in life and reminiscing the good old days. Those are the things that I’ve always loved about my family because I never had a meaningless conversation with them.

A few moments later, we heard a panicking call for help from one of our store clerks. It was Rachel. She was struggling to keep her head above water. She was already drowning but the odd thing was, she was only a few feet away from us. At first, we thought she was just playing around until we felt the sand in our toes dissolving like powder. It felt like as if the seafloor submerged deeper. I remembered sighting the shore and it seemed so close yet very far away. We were all panicking at that time. No one knew how to swim except my mother so without having second thoughts she swam towards Rachel and called out to my father, “Yung mga anak mo! Dalhin mo sa pampang yung mga anak mo!” and I never thought I already heard my mother’s last words to my father. I was paddling like a dog, gasping for air, as I say a little prayer to God to take us all back to safety. I felt my father grabbing our swimsuits, trying to lift our bodies so we can breathe even though he was also struggling to keep himself alive. Once I felt my toes touch the ground, there came a veil of relief that covered my whole body. As soon as my father and my sister made it to the shore we started calling out for help. There were no lifeguards on duty at that time, no personnel, nor guards. I saw my mother already floating in her stomach. We sighted a boat sailing nearby, we waved our hands and called for their attention. They almost ignored us because they cannot comprehend what we were trying to relay but the good thing was a passenger in the boat noticed my mother and Rachel in the water.

My mother’s body was laid on the shore. She was unconscious and her whole body was pale as white. My father performed CPR but my mother couldn’t get the water come out of her mouth because the food she ate earlier got stuck in her throat and blocked the passage. A concerned tourist offered his car to deliver my mom in a nearby health center or a clinic of some sort since the hospital was miles away from the beach and she needs immediate care. My father told us to stay in the hotel room and prepare mom’s belongings so that if she wakes up she has fresh clothes to change into. My sister and I finished packing our things and waited for our father to pick us up from the hotel. I was crying and I couldn’t stop myself because I was afraid to lose my mother. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if I lose her that day. Moments lasted until we heard a knock on the door and it was my father, crying, and apologizing to us. He hugged me and my sister tightly and saying, “Sorry, anak, sorry hindi na uuwi si mommy, sorry hindi ko nasagip si mommy”. And that was the moment I felt sinking into the ground. I never knew what to feel at first. I was numb because my worries were now actually a reality that I have to live in. I was at shock because I am now one of the kids in those cliche teleseryes who lost a mother at an early age. We went to the health center to settle everything. The clinic was very small and it sure did lack equipment. He told us to stay in the car. I wanted to see my mom, but I know he never wanted us to see her like that. I didn’t know what to feel. I was having high anxiety levels that my stomach is churning and I wanted to vomit. I got off the car and entered the health center to find the restroom. When I was finding my way around, I passed by the emergency room. I saw my mother lying in a foldable bed, lifeless, her hands dangling from the side of the bed, she has violet bruises on her skin, and her body was partially covered with a white towel.

That is when it sunk into me that she’s dead and never coming back. My father asked the others to just commute back to Manila because what we need right now is comfort from our family. The drive back home was one of the most painful memory I had as a kid. My father was in the steering wheel crying his eyes out. We drove from Bataan to Pampanga. We went home to my grandmother’s house, the nearest house that we can call “home” because how are we still going to be “home” without her?

Once we reached Pampanga, we stopped over to the gas station and my father made some calls to our loved ones to tell them that my mother passed away. He then called my aunt to help him arrange for the funeral. We got home and my grandmother hugged us and told us to get some rest. Already tired of crying, I went to sleep for a while. I woke up and for a second, I thought everything that happened the other day was all just a dream. That she was there in Manila, sitting on the couch reading some furniture magazine, waiting for us to go home. But that’s how cruel life is, right? I got up and weirdly, I felt sands in the bed. It was gray, just like the ones on the beach. I thought maybe it was just dirt but it was a fair amount to believe that maybe she visited us before she left. - ?

- The part of how I conquered the grief of her passing is shared in my personal blog. I felt the need to share my story with everyone since she's the woman I look up to. Feel free to visit my personal blog too when you have the time. I love writing my stories. Thank You! link: http://qkathreece.wixsite.com/kathreecequizon/post/breaking-waves

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Little by little, you will witness yourself develop from how much you've grown, and be grateful for that because you overcome those situations that trigger you to give up. I share these things with you that may be applicable to your upcoming college life and leaving this message to you. 'Don't hesitate to take risks to success, it will be paid off someday. Let God help you and do your very best.' #CollegeSurvival

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