Thursday . June 19 . 2003 . 12:20pm full nelson My Nelson's arrived from Amazon yesterday night. My very own Nelson's! I'm so excited. It looks so weighty and legitimate, like an accessory brain sitting on my desk. Its very presence reassures me, especially after having not worked with patients (adult or pediatric) for basically six months. I realized yesterday that I could barely remember the differences between the different viral exanthems and almost started breaking out in a rash myself. Also, the fact that I've put off actually knowing any of the inborn errors of metabolism for the past four years is probably going to come back to bite me in the ass at some point in the near future, but at least now, I can look them up. * * * The weather here has been crap. The plus side, I guess, is that we don't have much to worry about with respect to drought. I think our BBQ on Saturday is going to turn into an indoor affair. Luckily, that's just the sort of thing the Foreman was built for anyway. We're also supposed to have some sort of housestaff picnic tomorrow afternoon in the park, but I think that'll probably be rescheduled to take place in some conference room in the hospital instead. Wow, lunch in a conference room. How festive. * * * We had the ward seniors and interns for Block 1 (so called because the work year is broken up into 13 four-week "blocks"--not prison cell-blocks, though sometimes you wonder) had our meet-and-greet dinner last night at a Mexican place on the Upper West Side. It was a good time, even though I picked maybe the worst possible thing on the menu to order and thus filled up entirely on tortillas, salsa and sangria instead. One of my current seniors was an intern on the team when I was a third-year medical student, so it's like the Circle of Life working with him again. All the other interns and seniors seem really very nice and easy to get along with (well...it is Peds after all), which is good, since I'm basically going to be surrendering my life to work with them 24/7 in another week. I had about two hours to kill between Spanish class and dinner, so I met up with Andy at French Roast for drinks. Well, originally, I had proposed coffee, which is why he suggested French Roast as the meeting place, but after seven hours of medical Spanish and listening to this one neurology resident in the class nitpick whether or not the dose of midazolam in one of the practice sentences in our text was correct--like, hello, Poindexter, it's just supposed to be a practice sentence for learning Spanish, not a prescription for the farmacia, no one's going to die here--yo qiero una cerveza. Andy was in my med school class and we worked together during a number of rotations our third year, most notably OB and Peds. He reminds me of my friend Jamal for a number of reasons, but mostly because after Andy and I became friends, I really regretted not having met him sooner. Similarly, Jamal and I went to the same school for six years, but I we didn't really become friends until a few weeks before graduation, at which point I felt really cheated, like, "What? Where have you been? We could have been friends all this time!" Luckily, Jamal and I both went to college near Boston and had a New York City homing instinct in subsequent years, so that all worked out OK. I think sometimes it's just like that with certain people. It's nice to find people that are good to talk to. * * * Did you know that we had smoke detectors in our apartment? I didn't. At least, not until this morning when I was frying up some bacon on the stove. Those things are loud. xo Michelle |
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Thursday . June 19 . 2003 . 12:20pm full nelson My Nelson's arrived from Amazon yesterday night. My very own Nelson's! I'm so excited. It looks so weighty and legitimate, like an accessory brain sitting on my desk. Its very presence reassures me, especially after having not worked with patients (adult or pediatric) for basically six months. I realized yesterday that I could barely remember the differences between the different viral exanthems and almost started breaking out in a rash myself. Also, the fact that I've put off actually knowing any of the inborn errors of metabolism for the past four years is probably going to come back to bite me in the ass at some point in the near future, but at least now, I can look them up. * * * The weather here has been crap. The plus side, I guess, is that we don't have much to worry about with respect to drought. I think our BBQ on Saturday is going to turn into an indoor affair. Luckily, that's just the sort of thing the Foreman was built for anyway. We're also supposed to have some sort of housestaff picnic tomorrow afternoon in the park, but I think that'll probably be rescheduled to take place in some conference room in the hospital instead. Wow, lunch in a conference room. How festive. * * * We had the ward seniors and interns for Block 1 (so called because the work year is broken up into 13 four-week "blocks"--not prison cell-blocks, though sometimes you wonder) had our meet-and-greet dinner last night at a Mexican place on the Upper West Side. It was a good time, even though I picked maybe the worst possible thing on the menu to order and thus filled up entirely on tortillas, salsa and sangria instead. One of my current seniors was an intern on the team when I was a third-year medical student, so it's like the Circle of Life working with him again. All the other interns and seniors seem really very nice and easy to get along with (well...it is Peds after all), which is good, since I'm basically going to be surrendering my life to work with them 24/7 in another week. I had about two hours to kill between Spanish class and dinner, so I met up with Andy at French Roast for drinks. Well, originally, I had proposed coffee, which is why he suggested French Roast as the meeting place, but after seven hours of medical Spanish and listening to this one neurology resident in the class nitpick whether or not the dose of midazolam in one of the practice sentences in our text was correct--like, hello, Poindexter, it's just supposed to be a practice sentence for learning Spanish, not a prescription for the farmacia, no one's going to die here--yo qiero una cerveza. Andy was in my med school class and we worked together during a number of rotations our third year, most notably OB and Peds. He reminds me of my friend Jamal for a number of reasons, but mostly because after Andy and I became friends, I really regretted not having met him sooner. Similarly, Jamal and I went to the same school for six years, but I we didn't really become friends until a few weeks before graduation, at which point I felt really cheated, like, "What? Where have you been? We could have been friends all this time!" Luckily, Jamal and I both went to college near Boston and had a New York City homing instinct in subsequent years, so that all worked out OK. I think sometimes it's just like that with certain people. It's nice to find people that are good to talk to. * * * Did you know that we had smoke detectors in our apartment? I didn't. At least, not until this morning when I was frying up some bacon on the stove. Those things are loud. xo Michelle |
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