tuesday
i couldn't think of a clever title...
thanks for all of the wonderful comments on my last post... esp jer
my internal medicine excitement has been tempered a bit. last week's sweet old lady was replaced by man with rather unpleasant stank. here i am trying to do an abdominal exam and half the time i'm straining my neck to keep my tie from hanging over and interacting with said patient's crotch and its rather pungent musk. why do they make us wear those things anyway?? actually i rather like wearing ties. i really just wish i didn't have to touch anyone.
still going through the motions, palpating and prodding and percussing and auscultating like I know what I'm doing. I don't. Really I'm just focusing on just getting the nodding part down so it looks like I know what I'm doing.
oh yeah, note to self: next week throw in a cheesy 'do you concur?' joke to my partner. that will so own.
I was pretty happy because we were listening to dude's heart for like 10 minutes and although honestly we were pretty lost I vaguely maybe kind of thought i heard a holosystolic murmur and after our attending came down to listen he confirmed a "very faint" mitral regurgitation... score!!!
...
i'm like in a weird stage of medschool limbo/hell right now. i hate learning but i don't quite want to be done with school. i'm having fun studying for boards but i'm not ready for it to be upon me just yet. And I am deathly afraid of 3rd year. As much as I hate 2nd year, I am good at 2nd year. After 2 years I should be. If there wasn't the uneasy stress of the impending boards, I would be having a lot of fun. My ping pong is just at another level right now. I even got a compliment on my improvement today from the 1st year jedi pingpong grandmaster in the lounge.
But maybe 3rd year won't be so bad after all. Getting pimped is actually kind of fun. I know it's unrealistic to expect all attendings to be so cool, but it's sweet when you're getting pimped by someone because they like to teach versus demean (I strive to one day be a cruel attending who does the latter).
It's kind of like jeopardy, only you're not getting quizzed on 15th century literature and other crap you've never studied before. You don't even have to know all of the answers... just more than the guy next to you. My biggest fear is that i'm going to be rounding next year and like in poker, i won't be able to figure out who the sucker in the group is... in poker i've learned, it's usually me.
...
what i really want to do is get a cane. so i can be like House MD and shit. Or perhaps more like costanza and people will think i'm handicapped. I just get so tired standing around all of the time. It's like being in line at disneyland, without fastpass. and if there's only one chair available in the patient's room, you can't be the loser calling attention to yourself by sitting. so it usually remains empty... what a waste.
i really need to find some good dress shoes that feel like sneakers...
Song of the Week - Usher ft. Young Jeezy - Make Love in this Club.mp3
thanks for all of the wonderful comments on my last post... esp jer
my internal medicine excitement has been tempered a bit. last week's sweet old lady was replaced by man with rather unpleasant stank. here i am trying to do an abdominal exam and half the time i'm straining my neck to keep my tie from hanging over and interacting with said patient's crotch and its rather pungent musk. why do they make us wear those things anyway?? actually i rather like wearing ties. i really just wish i didn't have to touch anyone.
still going through the motions, palpating and prodding and percussing and auscultating like I know what I'm doing. I don't. Really I'm just focusing on just getting the nodding part down so it looks like I know what I'm doing.
oh yeah, note to self: next week throw in a cheesy 'do you concur?' joke to my partner. that will so own.
I was pretty happy because we were listening to dude's heart for like 10 minutes and although honestly we were pretty lost I vaguely maybe kind of thought i heard a holosystolic murmur and after our attending came down to listen he confirmed a "very faint" mitral regurgitation... score!!!
...
i'm like in a weird stage of medschool limbo/hell right now. i hate learning but i don't quite want to be done with school. i'm having fun studying for boards but i'm not ready for it to be upon me just yet. And I am deathly afraid of 3rd year. As much as I hate 2nd year, I am good at 2nd year. After 2 years I should be. If there wasn't the uneasy stress of the impending boards, I would be having a lot of fun. My ping pong is just at another level right now. I even got a compliment on my improvement today from the 1st year jedi pingpong grandmaster in the lounge.
But maybe 3rd year won't be so bad after all. Getting pimped is actually kind of fun. I know it's unrealistic to expect all attendings to be so cool, but it's sweet when you're getting pimped by someone because they like to teach versus demean (I strive to one day be a cruel attending who does the latter).
It's kind of like jeopardy, only you're not getting quizzed on 15th century literature and other crap you've never studied before. You don't even have to know all of the answers... just more than the guy next to you. My biggest fear is that i'm going to be rounding next year and like in poker, i won't be able to figure out who the sucker in the group is... in poker i've learned, it's usually me.
...
what i really want to do is get a cane. so i can be like House MD and shit. Or perhaps more like costanza and people will think i'm handicapped. I just get so tired standing around all of the time. It's like being in line at disneyland, without fastpass. and if there's only one chair available in the patient's room, you can't be the loser calling attention to yourself by sitting. so it usually remains empty... what a waste.
i really need to find some good dress shoes that feel like sneakers...
Song of the Week - Usher ft. Young Jeezy - Make Love in this Club.mp3


