Issue of January 15, 2017
Mt. Province

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Tales of the brew

Over shots of double Black scotch, which dim the eyes and loosen the tongue, I had this rather interesting chat with a doctor friend of mine the other week.

We initially exchanged notes on cockfighting, both of us being aficionados of the sport, and later on moving to other topics, finally ending up discussing income and other money matters.

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I kidded my friend that as of last survey by pulse Session Road under the watchful eye of the Math ignorant commie leak, there are now more doctors in hell than lawyers, and I wondered aloud if professional fees and ethics have something to do with it.

“Physician, heal thyself” seems to be the new Hippocratic Oath.

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My friend counters that it is the filthy rich lawyers of big law firms who love to discourse on ethics, berating provincial practitioners like myself to be more circumspect in their law practice and other dealings.

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Returning the favor, I retort that a lot of doctors bleed their patients dry, scaring them that money would be of no use if you are six feet beneath the ground.

Naturally the frightened patient will find ways to come up with the money.

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You could be right there, my friend agrees. A doctor who makes only P100,000 a month belongs to the C to D category, while A to B ones average a monthly income of P300,000, some even earning as high as P700,000 to a million a month, when every ailment is diagnosed as life threatening, the heart of the matter, so to speak. The story is told that in a well established hospital in the so-called global city, a patient pronounced cured suddenly drops dead upon seeing the bill.

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I remember that when my brother Victor was rushed to the NDH due to severe chest pains, the doctor called to provide medical assistance wanted to do a bypass ASAP.

Fearing the costs more than the operation itself, he calls up his friend and high school classmate Dr. George Garcia, a well known cardiologist.

The doctor answers that he is just an hour drive from the city, and will look into his condition the moment he arrives.

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A quick but thorough check-up by Doctor Garcia indicated that my brother need not undergo an immediate operation.

Dr. Garcia then politely informed his colleague to put the bypass on hold until after a series of tests.

My sister-in-law, who went to medical school but dropped out in her senior year when she married my brother, out of curiosity, made some inquiries about the NDH doctor, and was told that she was putting up a house at that time.

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I will bet you bottom dollar, my doctor friend laughs, after hearing my story, that the NDH doctor was a woman.

How did you guess, I query.

Remember when I said about colleagues making P700,000 to a million a month?

These are women doctors, and I have no idea whether they are envied or despised.

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What about you, I say to my friend. You are a good doctor, and a gifted one at that, why ain’t you making that kind of money.

Unfortunately, he sighs, feminine wile is not one of my gifts. I may be in the right profession, but I am in the wrong gender.

Poor Adam, losing paradise over a woman; poor Samson, losing his strength over a woman; poor Julius Caesar, losing his empire over a woman; and poor John the Baptist, literally losing his head because of a woman.

I wonder where Eve, Delilah, Cleopatra, and Salome are now?

Poor Satan, he must be having a hard time fending off all four, trying to dislodge him from his throne.

All ye men still walking the surface of the globe, beware the scum of the Earth.

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President Barack Obama was quoted as claiming that he could have beaten Donald Trump if they had ran against each other.

For all his touching farewell speech, Obama still doesn’t get it.

Trump’s election victory was a revolution of sorts, the whites protesting against the blacks who were having their merry way when Obama was elected president.

In a way, it was a U.S. civil war all over again, but this time the South won.

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It is the same thing here in our beloved city. When Domogan rose to power, Baguio fell to the clutches of his ilk.

I know that Domogan’s time is about up, but be careful what you wish for.

It is both my fear and nightmare that a change in leadership would mark the death kneel of an already city, like jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

B to B it will be, only greedier.

Unless like the white working class of America, the people of Baguio who are neither B nor B will get together and throw out the carpetbaggers, the B to B, like I said.

There is a changing of the guard in the Catholic leadership. Let’s see if His Excellency can galvanize the faithful to rage, rage, rage, against the coming of the night, even as the dark falls slowly but surely.

But there is still time before dusk finally sets.

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