33 days in the hole My reaction to the Ultra Slim Fast debacle of yesterday has settled down somewhat, since I realize that a lot of the interns and residents in the hospital actually drink Ensure and Nutren and such when they're working late and don't have a chance to get food. Still, Ultra Slim Fast is different from Ensure as Ensure is specifically marketed as a dietary supplement, whereas Slim Fast is clearly a meal substitute. But enough of that. I already had a non-comforting conversation with Joe about this. MICHELLE (Fretting) Why did he say Ultra Slim Fast? Is he saying that I am a lardo? JOE (Helpfully) Maybe he's saying that you're so skinny, you must have an eating disorder and be drinking Ultra Slim Fast in lieu of food. MICHELLE Great, thanks a lot. That makes me feel lots better. So according to you, he either thinks I am El Lardo or Girl, Interrupted. This is just getting to all of my insecurities here. JOE (Jokingly imitating conversation yesterday) Hey, what do you have in your shopping bag? Breast implants? MICHELLE Oh, you're so going to die now. But enough about that. Tomorrow could be my last day of Surgery ever. Thursday we have the oral exam, and Friday we have our written, so traditionally, students don't have to come in for those last two days. I'm not putting it past my team to make us stay on through the week, though, since no one has said anything to us yet about packing it in after rounds on Wednesday. I'm thinking of making a commemorative T-shirt to give out to my preceptor group on Friday afternoon. It will just be black printing on a white background, with tick-marks indicating every day that we've suffered through on this five-week rotation, like the markings that you see on the walls in old prison movies. It would be especially subversive, I think, to wear the T-shirt under one's scrubs, kind of like mouthing obscenities behind one's surgical mask, or giving someone the finger from underneath sterile drapes. xo Michelle |
Tuesday . June 18 . 2002 . 7:52pm |
33 days in the hole My reaction to the Ultra Slim Fast debacle of yesterday has settled down somewhat, since I realize that a lot of the interns and residents in the hospital actually drink Ensure and Nutren and such when they're working late and don't have a chance to get food. Still, Ultra Slim Fast is different from Ensure as Ensure is specifically marketed as a dietary supplement, whereas Slim Fast is clearly a meal substitute. But enough of that. I already had a non-comforting conversation with Joe about this. MICHELLE (Fretting) Why did he say Ultra Slim Fast? Is he saying that I am a lardo? JOE (Helpfully) Maybe he's saying that you're so skinny, you must have an eating disorder and be drinking Ultra Slim Fast in lieu of food. MICHELLE Great, thanks a lot. That makes me feel lots better. So according to you, he either thinks I am El Lardo or Girl, Interrupted. This is just getting to all of my insecurities here. JOE (Jokingly imitating conversation yesterday) Hey, what do you have in your shopping bag? Breast implants? MICHELLE Oh, you're so going to die now. But enough about that. Tomorrow could be my last day of Surgery ever. Thursday we have the oral exam, and Friday we have our written, so traditionally, students don't have to come in for those last two days. I'm not putting it past my team to make us stay on through the week, though, since no one has said anything to us yet about packing it in after rounds on Wednesday. I'm thinking of making a commemorative T-shirt to give out to my preceptor group on Friday afternoon. It will just be black printing on a white background, with tick-marks indicating every day that we've suffered through on this five-week rotation, like the markings that you see on the walls in old prison movies. It would be especially subversive, I think, to wear the T-shirt under one's scrubs, kind of like mouthing obscenities behind one's surgical mask, or giving someone the finger from underneath sterile drapes. xo Michelle |
