Okay, I'm better now.

I had a really good night on call at the hospital last night. I was busy, and I actually helped people in my own limited capacity as a med student. It was good. It made me remember why I want to be a doctor. St. V's is so much better than MCH. The nurses are SO nice, and very very helpful. The resident I have is a good teacher. My intern likes to joke around with us. I get to write notes and orders. Of course, everything has to be signed off on by my resident, but it's a cool feeling all the same. You decide what you want to do for someone and then you have to defend your choice. It's a great way to learn things and get the concepts to stick with you. I still do not like rounds, but I guess you take the good with the bad. This is actually making me look forward to the day when I will be a resident. It's only 18 months away. Look out now!

Here are some good things that are happening. My sister is coming to town tomorrow! Yay! Gary may be moving back to Michigan to finish medical school. My attending praised my notes this morning. I've gotten to know a girl in my class that I thought was weird before, and it turns out she's pretty cool. All in all, it has been a good week.
7:35 PM

I.hate.rounds.

I hate doing rounds. I hate standing around all day while my attending and the residents blather on to each other about patients I'm not following. I hate it that they have dragon breath (the residents, not the patients). I hate taking call because it's useless. I think I might hang around the ER and make a bother out of myself just so I can actually watch something happen.

I hate it that I have no money. I hate buckeye cablesystem, charter one bank, toledo edison, and my fucking car. I spent $100 on books today because I HAVE TO LEARN THIS SHIT!!

That's all for now. I'll try to write about things that I like later, but now... I DON'T LIKE ANYTHING!!!

FUCK!
4:49 PM

He smiled understandingly-- much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with the quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you might come across four or five times in your life. It faced-- or seemed to face-- the whole external world for an instant, and then concenterated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
2:29 PM

I find it really hard to believe that I should be expected to pay $22,000 to sit in the medical library because my attending likes to round "alone." I'm sorry to be such a bother, but given that I'm sure my tuition probably keeps the lights on in the hospital, I think the attending should teach me some stuff. Dr. Alam was telling me that the students at the school where he did his residency were very "aggressive." They fought to get to do procedures, and demanded that the attendings teach them. Maybe the students at MCO need to step up. I suppose I could go ask the nurses to allow me to watch them start IVs and maybe try a few, but right now I'm filled with impotent rage. So... I'm sitting on my duff blogging.

I would like to point out that I am extremely jealous of Carrie because she got to go see Morrissey. How I love that weird, weird man.

At this point, I would also like to emulate Carrie, and encourage you all to go and vote. Don't vote for Bush because he's a boob.

I don't have anything interesting to say because my life has been swallowed up by the hospital. Oh! Here's something. Have you guys noticed how darn many crime shows are on TV? I only have 2 channels because I don't have cable anymore, so I have been uniquely confined to watching ABC and CBS (both with fuzzy gray backgrounds). I can tell you unequivocally that there is going to be a CSI for every city in America pretty soon. People are obsessed with crime! I don't think it's the cops that people are interested in. I think it's murderers. Please reference my sister's blog for a discussion of serial killers and the whacked out women who love them.

Gary and I were lamenting the loss of outside intersts that occurs when you are in medical school. I can tell you guys that I have worked an average of 70 hours over the last 3 weeks. After work, I make myself study for at least and hour or so. That doesn't leave much time for interests. In conjunction with the lack of time, there is also a lack of money that I have been bitching about since the first time Katie shook her bad hair at me. Let me go on to say, that when I get done with medical school, I'm still going to be working crazy hours. However, I will have a small amount of additional money with which I may pursue my intersts. This is what they are: reading non-medical books, traveling, snowboarding, going to concerts, entertaining friends, and paying my bills on time. I would also dearly love to be able to work out at some point. There's some funny thing that is happening to me right now. I'm eating whatever I feel like eating, and I have not been to the gym in 4 weeks, and yet, I'm still losing weight. Either God has decided that I have suffered enough, or I have some horrible disease. I am dispassionately considering which on it could be. hmmmm.....

11:19 AM

I saw this on quizilla... Pretty cool, huh?


You are AERIS. Benevolent, beautiful and...well,
hopefully not dead.

What Final Fantasy VII character are you?
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7:28 PM

Eh....
Needless to say, I was not prepared for the way internal medicine was going to be. I feel like I'm there for a million hours a day, and this is the first time I haven't had my weekends free. Saturday, I felt like a dumbass because I couldn't answer all of my attending's questions, and it just so happens that he's the chief of internal medicine. I know nobody expects me to know very much about management, but I couldn't help feeling like I should have known the things he was asking about. So, today I spent the whole damn day learning about the kidney. It was terrible. I hate the kidney.
8:03 PM