Physical Diagnosis, and Fancy Booze
November 9, 2000
The worst thing in the world is coming back home after a really long day and finding that your room is a total disaster. I did my laundry earlier today, including my sheets, but I didn't have time to re-make my bed or fold my clothes before leaving for class. So now I come home and I see that my lovely bed, the center of my room, looks like a disaster. It looks like a slumber party landed in my room and exploded. I am sad, because I want to take a nap.
But like I said yesterday...no sleep 'til Florida.
They said they'd be done with the recount today by 5pm. It's now almost 6pm, people. Not that I think that the recount will definitively settle anything, it's just that I want to know how small the margin is, and how a re-vote in Palm Beach would play into this whole fiasco. Goddam Florida. Can't even count right.
I had my first Physical Diagnosis class today. This is basically the hands-on med school class, where they teach you how to examine patients, give injections, draw blood, all that good stuff. My group was placed at Harlem Hospital, which we're happy about because it's relatively close to school, and we'll probably get to see a lot of interesting patients. Today we spent a lot of time just learning to use our opthalmascopes (the looking-into-eyes thing) and our otoscopes (the pointy, painful looking-into-ears thing). I got to see Kate and Jean's optic disc. That was pretty cool. I mean, we learn about all the stuff that's in the eye ad nauseum in Neurology and Anatomy, but most of the time, you never think of it all being back there, because when you look into someone's eyes normally, it just looks...well...black. But when you go at it with the opthalmascope, you can see the retina glowing red, with arteries and veins running across its surface right through the pupil. It's kind of like in flash photos, when you see people with "red eye," except that the red part is really interesting. So yeah, Physical Diagnosis is neat. And we felt real badass for actually getting to use our stethescopes, and slinging them casusally around our necks in the inactive position while we were doing other things. Our preceptor borrowed my stethescope at one point, though, and I had to wipe off the earpieces with an alcohol swab before I used it again. I didn't want him to get offended or anything, like I was too good for his germs, but that thing was stuck in his ears, yo. There's all kinds of wax and hairs in there.
Four hours later...
Hi. I'm back. Here are the things I've done:
1.) Took a nap on my bare mattress (surprisingly
2.) Partially re-made my bed with clean sheets (yes,
after I took the nap...too little, too late)
3.) Ate soup for dinner again
4.) Took a shower (I usually take 2 showers a day now
because I have OCD)
5.) Wrote up a patient medical and psychiatric history
that's due in class next week
Notice I did no real work.
So tomorrow is the annual med school formal. It's down by the Columbia undergrad campus, and the Italian Academy or something like that. It's supposed to be really nice. It's kind of a rip, though, because tickets cost $30. The money is to cover the cost of renting out the place, and to cover the cost of booze, because it's open bar.
Open bar. Let me tell you why that's not fair.
$30 for all you can drink. First of all, I can't drink that much. If I drank $30 worth of drinks, I would be dead. Second of all, I don't want to go to some fancy formal event and get trashed. That would be gross. This isn't college, people. So basically, I'm paying an extra $20 to fund the drinking habit of some huge, rugby-playing Canadian fourth-year who will be slobberingly drunken on the dance floor flailing his limbs to the disco beat of "Ring My Bell." Yeah, that guy's going to be your doctor next year. Life is so unfair. I think they should sell reduced-priced tickets for people who don't want to drink that much.
I will possibly post pictures from the formal up here if I find some time to scan them in. Also, if I remember to bring my camera. What, you think I want to be carrying that thing around all night?