The Diary of a Young Man

It was a fine day when we started our grand case presentation. Most groups were nervous but prepared. When it is our time to report, I am feeling a little bit nervous and concerned for the verdict but it was overcome by my belief that we did an outstanding job. In the end, we need to revise our grand case presentation but very happy because the grueling question and answer portion was over.

The grand case presentation started at 9:00am and ended at 4:30pm. The quiz was fair and I didn’t care if I passed or failed in that quiz because grades do not make me happy that much. People who loved me and the experienced I gained made me feel better than any grades or points combined.

I wondered if my sweating problem has something to do with hyperthyroidism. I searched the internet and I got to a hyperthyroidism forum. I clicked on a topic that talks about the medication for the disease. I was shocked when Carbamizole, the chosen primary drug for the disease had a LOT of side effects which includes hair loss, decrease in immune system functioning, rashes and a lot more.

I said to my self "I had enough with my perspiration problems but if removal of this problem will replace the side effects of Carbamizole I will definitely lose my confidence and my future."

Perspiration rate is a term that I currently use when I am sweating excessively. It is simply a term expressed and uttered with vigor to shatter the uncertainty I have with excessive sweating.

At 3:00pm, I returned from Pasay city to our home and was saddened that I am having excessive sweating. I have also the fear that my sweat will emit foul odor luckily it was not that bad. It became worst when I walked a long distant to our house. When I reached our house, I quickly removed my soaked shirt and try to make my body cool by repetitively fanning my body.

I felt so bad today because my hyperhidrosis came back in excessive amounts. I hate this!!!

I hate this!!! How long will this became worst?

I am believing that this won’t stop me from being my true self.

Yesterday night, I had finished our examinations in N200, a subject which tackles on nursing concepts ad principles. I used my critical thinking for the fact that most questions are in application type. I answered them without regret if they are wrong and once I’ve shaded my final answer I will definitely be happy for it.

I passed my answer sheet to Ms. Garvida and eventually left the room. Outside, a classmate was fuming mad about the special mention of Ms. Garvida for their seating arrangement. When my classmate which is also my friend went outside, the other girl talked to her about things she didn’t like. The event was ended when our class president interfered and stop the unexpected commotions that will occur.

I went home with an accomplishment at heart and at the same time wondering what will going to happen on Monday.

As I am seated typing this post, I felt pity for a man I’ve read that had committed 2 unforgivable crimes. He is 18 years old and living as a middle class man. He loves to write poetry and sketch animals. He was loved by his classmates and disgusted by his foes.

One day he was sketching a white rabbit on a park. He looked at the woman near him and realized that it was his former lover. He approached her and tried to be a friend but the woman slapped him instead. Enraged and infuriated he slapped the woman terribly that she hit her head on a rock. She had a brain hemorrhage and died 3 hours later.

He buried the body on the same spot she died. He became insane and when he reached his house he got a knife and ran outside. He met his best friend and stabbed him with a big laugh.

The dilemma is the fact he was a victim of poor judgment and he is a product of insanity from actions never intended to happen.