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And then it exploded.

October 27, 2010

Done! That was maybe the longest exam EVER, but at least it is done. Our boards are entirely computerized, and are made up of 8 1-hour blocks of  44 questions. Each question is actually a vignette, so it starts out “A 45 year old female presents with blah blah blah.” And then they give you a short history, and the physical exam findings, and some labs, and some images, etc. And then they ask the question about it. So basically, you want to kill yourself by the time you get to question 275 or so. But everybody gets through it, and it feels like some kind of right of passage or something, and then you go eat a big phat bowl of pho when you are finished.

My brain is really feeling doughy right now, so I have to save the discussion about pho for a time when I can really do it justice. If I could only eat one meal for the rest of my life, it would be pho. Do any of you guys love it?? We must discuss this.

I have to go collapse on the couch now and recoup myself with some trash tv. I do promise to come up with some substantial posts in the very near future, but for now, let me leave you with a picture montage of what happens when your boyfriend is 14 inches taller than you, AND finds himself really good looking.

Oops, let’s try again.

Yup, you’re still that tall.

Getting closer! But you cut off your eyes…that just won’t do.

Ahh, that’s better.  My eyebrows! Cute.

Well I sort of made it! But somehow I got confused on the way there? Whatever, we’re framing it and saving it FOREVER.

And this one.

So cute!



My public demands it!

October 26, 2010

By that I mean, one person told me to add another post, once. It counts!

There are no good excuses. I won’t even try. It’s a vicious cycle of procrastination and guilt about the procrastinating, and before I know it 78 months have passed. Plus, if I don’t post anything, maybe you won’t remember that I haven’t posted anything in 178 months. So it’s kind of your fault, is what I’m trying to say.

I haven’t cooked much of anything over the past several months. I had been living out of a suitcase (high school sports dufflebag.. too broke for actual luggage) and the trunk of my car, and staying in hotels. For reals. I guess I felt like that was license to eat every meal out. I never thought I would say this, but I actually got sick of eating out. I so desperately wanted to make myself some oatmeal or something else homey-y, so I did that once when I was in Toledo for a weekend. Then I had to do the dishes with old oatmeal stuck to them, and I got over that.

I spent July here:

Maybe it’s the fact that I had heard the name spoken as if it were a High Holy Day since I was little, maybe it’s the fact that the name reminds me of sandwiches, or maybe it’s just that they let me in here, but I definitely drank the kool-aid… I thought this place was the shit. It was one of the first places I’ve worked at that I would be comfortable bringing my family to for treatment, and where excellence is the rule, rather than the exception. It was like being star-struck, nerdy medical school style. Swear to god, the lobby is all marble and Dale Chihuly pieces. Plus, the service I was on treated a famous actor/director for a super-rare disease. True story! I asked him if he liked Dlisted and Real Housewives and stuff, but he was too encephalopathic to answer. I’m kidding!! I stood outside the door and wrestled with the idea of introducing myself, then turned around like 8 times awkwardly and walked away. I wish I could say his name, but I’m legally bound not to, and my sister is a lawyer and reads this. And my dad totally guilt-tripped me for telling him. (Also, a lawyer). Fuck HIPAA.

Also kidding!! Please still come to me when you need a doctor. Ugh, enough jokes, I’m annoying myself.

So then I spent August doing research in Detroit (dump), September doing radiology up here, and October studying for the boards.

I take the board exam tomorrow. I took one about a year and a half ago, and I was so nervous I almost gave myself an ulcer. This year, I’ve just got too much shit to worry about right now.. I don’t have enough energy to give it the appropriate hand-wringing! But after that is over with, I really am going to post some posts. I’ll tell you all about how much fun trying to get a residency is, and show you how I do Halloween. Get excited!


On the first day..

February 2, 2010

I tried to figure out how to make a blog. Someone (my mom) told me I should start one, probably so that I stop telling her stories about all the really weird people I meet. My days as a medical student are filled with lots of awkwardness about my role as a fake doctor, all sorts of private details about peoples’ lives, and more smells than I would have believed. My weekends are full of trying out new recipes, checking out new places to eat, and, usually, enough tasty smells to make up for the week days.

This is my attempt to illustrate what happens in a life when optimism meets cynicism meets science..meets butter.

I know essentially nothing about web design, so if it’s not spoon-fed to me, I pretty much have no hope. BUT, I decided that I refuse to be one of those people that says things like, “Oh those young kids, they just figure this computer stuff out so fast” so I have to do this. Truth. This background is ugly, but I definitely don’t know how to make my own yet. How do all these dumb people have such unique looking blogs??

My first big goal is to make this blog not look like a TJMaxx version of a blog. My second goal is to get some readers. I have no idea how to do either. Except……. Hi Mom! I feel like I should put the disclaimer out there that I am, for sure, NOT a baker. Not that I don’t want to be one, I’m just bad at it. Like, really bad. SO, naturally, my first real post will be….. cupcakes! I’m making them tomorrow night. Explanations to follow. The other disclaimer I have to make is that the lighting I have to work with will be ugly and artificial until I, myself, can experience some sunshine. I don’t have a special lens/fancypants camera. Everything will probably look like refried beans. Consider yourself warned.

Introductions all around:

This is me. I’m 24. I don’t have a lot of free time, but I do love to waste it watching trashy TV.

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