My novel has been consuming all of my writing abilities lately, so I really have not blogged much, but every day I have a few things I want to mention. Because I really feel that the world needs to know these things. Really, I do.
Okay, not really, but I feel like writing them anyway, so deal with it. Punk.
1. Yesterday, the resident I worked with looked like Ferris Bueller. I couldn't figure out at first who he reminded me of, and then right in the middle of a pelvic exam, it was like WA-POW! You's workin' wit' dat Ferris kid! Thus spinning me off into fantasies of my life being like Sex and the City. (Two points for you if you follow my logic. Only two though, cause it ain't that hard.)
2. I have determined that I do not want to enter a field of medicine that requires me to do pap smears and/or pelvic examinations. Eew. Really, gynecology? Why? There are very important things that go on 'down there,' and, as a medical semi-professional, I do care deeply. I just don't want to be privy to everyone's hoo-hoos. (Does anyone call them hoo-hoos? I may have made that up.)
3. I had lunch today (okay so this was not something I have been burning to blog about, but it happened nonetheless) with the doc who set up a scholarship that I am receiving. Awesome thing to do, set up a scholarship - one of my goals in life is to do the same. (Listen to the class shout "DIGRESSION!" Holden. No one cares about your uncle's farm.) Anyhoo. (Heh. Anyhoo-hoo.) Anyway, the topic of the eighty hour work week, recently instituted for house officers came up.
My opinion: awesome, I only have to work eighty hours a week for 3-5 years. Maybe I'll actually manage to get some sleep and avoid killing a few patients. The doctor's opinion: (keep in mind that he is about five hundred years old) I had to do it, why should they get coddled; how are they suppsed to learn anything in 80 hours - that is losing one third of their educational time (yes, folks 120 hr/week was the preferred method before); and finally: the pendulum of change has swung too far, and needs to swing back a bit towards common sense. In short: 80 hours a week is ridiculous, no one can learn anything in that amount of time. 100 hours makes more sense, obviously.
Why do doctors get God complexes again?
4. I dropped off my crocheted items at the Sawtooth Center for their Deck the Halls event. Gak! People are going to look at my things and decide whether they are worthy of spending money on. Is that not crazy? It is. It is certifiable. If that idea showed up in the emergency room, it would have to be escorted out in the company of a sheriff and driven to the state hospital.
5. I forget everything else. And I gotta go to the bathroom now. Maybe I'll write more later.
HAPPY DECEMBER! Do the Christmas Dance. I'll give you ten points if you do...
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