I have worked my ass off for more than three years as a nurse. And being a nurse here in the Philippines is no joke. Nurses are underpaid. Well, not necessarily overworked since the hospital I worked for have fewer patients compared to government hospitals. But some, if not most patients that we have expects the best service from us to get their money’s worth. And even if that best service includes feeding them even when they are able, massaging their backs and feet to induce sleep, and putting their TV on or off even when the remote control is within their reach. And these are still mild nursing activities. I, myself, have experienced worse, that I believe is not even part of my job description. Harassment, sexual and nonsexual, I didn’t mind. I needed the clinical experience. At the back of my mind, I was telling myself I’ll leave this country and be richer than my patients.
I didn’t harm anyone. I believe I gave my best, at least most of the time. I was up for promotion last February as assistant manager in our unit, but I turned it down because my agency wanted me to resign since my visa has already arrived.
I was supposed to leave Philippines last April 12, but I was diagnosed as HIV positive last March 29. My dreams of providing my family a generally comfortable life suddenly shattered. My mother is a nurse too, but she’ll be in her retirement age next year. I was supposed to replace her as the breadwinner of the family. Now I don’t know how our family will be when she returns; she’s our sole breadwinner.
I have lots of dreams. Most of them, I know I would not be able to fulfill. Reality check here: I know I wouldn’t be able to work abroad.
I was offered a monthly average income of 100,000 pesos, tax free! I was supposed to have my own pad in a building with a centralized A/C system. No electricity or water bills to pay. There’s even food and transportation allowance. All I needed to do there is work.
And look at me now. I am currently unemployed. Not only did I lose my nursing job abroad, but I also lost my nursing job here in the Philippines.
Thank God for my ex-boyfriend, I am still holding on to this online news writing job he referred me to.
So how do all these make me currently hate facebook?
In my facebook account, I see my colleagues travelling around the world. They have been buying gadgets and other things that I dreamed of having, that I dreamed of buying for my Mom, aunts, brothers, and sister. I was supposed to help finance the college education of my siblings. I was supposed to help fix our house, pay the bills, and in general, provide good living to my family.
I remember in one of the seminars in the hospital, I told the facilitator that one of my dreams is to bring my aunts to Bohol, make them see firsthand the Chocolate Hills. My aunts were grade school teachers and they taught about the different tourist spots here in the Philippines, yet they haven’t been to one.
Yes, I feel regretful because I, too, could have provided for my family. I do not want to have HIV, but I invited temptation.
I have always been the supportive workmate, always telling my colleagues how lucky we are to belong to a really big hospital with high-tech equipment. I encouraged them to take foreign exams so that they will have better opportunities abroad.
In my heart, I know I’m happy for workmates’ successes. For more than three years, they served as my siblings in Manila. I’m just not ready to view their successes that could have been mine as well. I know that the problem is with me, but maybe I still need more time to recover.
Hence, I’ll say good bye to facebook for now.
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