tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57229122011-06-08T02:43:08.528-04:00The pursuit of a maybe-dream. After all, what can we do in this world of uncertainty besides throw our worries to the wind and fly by the seat of our pants, hoping wildly that what we're doing is right?inknoreply@blogger.comBlogger4741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-27145446642083601252007-08-19T14:17:00.000-04:002007-08-19T14:19:33.842-04:00

New beginnings, new start, new rotations, more changes.Reconstructed.

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Pager.I haven't had a pager since the 1990's. Remember, back when they were used for other purposes besides buying weed? When it was cool and hip to have one slinging from your belt? And pager language was a thing all of its own, with 41 (hi), 143 (i love you), and 177337 1773 47 743 177411 (meet me at the hall) now replaced by LOL, BBL, and ROFL. So when I received a big envelope today in

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Dry. Sort of.I start my first rotation next week. Surgery (insert dramatic booming drums here). Not only is it Surgery, but it's surgery at the mothership - our own university hospital. People not interested in Surgery usually end up requesting one of the affiliate hospitals. After all, why torment yourself if you don't want go into it? But I'm at the mothership. Why? I know I love

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MovesI'm moving this weekend. From the Washington Square West to Above Broad Street. Above Broad Street is technically called the Rittenhouse area. But in my mind, Broad Street is this psychological barrier. It puts me into a new neighborhood. Away from school (yay!), away from my usual coffeeshop hangouts and the Italian Market (boo), and into a more commercial area (bigger boo).

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Game Day.On Sunday, I was studying at the Barnes and Noble near my parents' house. A girl sitting behind me chirped up, "Are you studying for the Step 1?," she asked curiously. "Yup," I said. Wasn't the red, yellow, and blue book a dead giveaway? This led into a 45 minute conversation which consisted 90% of the following:-Oh my God, like, stop studying now. There's no point! They ask you

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Home.I came home to my parents' house a few days ago in the hopes that I'd be more productive. Most of my friends took their exam on Friday, so the comradery I shared in the library would be gone. It'd be just me. Which normally isn't a problem as I complain profusely when the library becomes social hour. But I needed company for the last leg of my long journey to the Step 1 exam. So my dad

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Power Pack.Now that my test date is growing closer, I've been thinking about what to bring to the test center besides my registration form and ID. Apparently, this is something that med students (quintessential test takers) have a routine for. While I was starting to put together a little care-package for myself, a few people who have a standard practice weighed in:Sam's Test Kit - To Be Taken

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Some of the things I have to learn.Pseudocyesis: false belief of being pregnant associated with objective physical signs of pregnancyanosognosia: unawareness of one's illness/ailments (i.e. a blind person who is unaware that he/she is blind)autotopagonosia: inability to locate one's own body parts

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Mnemonics.My problem with mnemonics is that I can never remember the mnemonic. Or, even worse - I remember the mnemonic but not what it belongs to.Ondansetron keeps you danse-ing.I racked my brain. Is it a medication for muscle stiffness? Something that inhibits acetylcholinesterase in the neuromuscular junction so your muscles can contract? Maybe it's a Parkinson's drug. Helps loosen you up

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Life and Medicine.....are not compatible. Ironic, since most of us go into medicine because we want to work with lives instead of Excel sheets. Numerous critiques have been made about the medical training system, not just in the U.S., but also in the UK and all over the world. Does the training strip the life and will out of young doctors? Leaving them embittered and generally grouchy? After

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Thoughts.I'm thinking about back porches and hammocks. Summer days with cool breezes blowing. Flowy jersey dresses. A good book. Trees. Green grass that feels soft between your toes. Quiet and leaves rustling. Sun. Anything but the fluorescent lighting of the cubicle within which I currently dwell. Studying for Step 1 - Day 12

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Step 1I'm in week 2, Day 10 of studying for the board exams. Otherwise known as Step 1 (this means there is also a step 2, and 3). This may be the last "big test" of my life. The one prior to this was the MCAT's. Historically, I've had incredible luck with standardized testing. I've never done that well on practice exams leading up to test day, but managed to pull it off when it happens. I'm

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EVERYBODY'S PREGGERS!I found out a few weeks ago that my best friend from high school is pregnant. It was simultaneously a shocker and expected all at once. After all, she -has- been married for what, close to 5 years now? And wasn't I the one who was always teasing her about having a bun in the oven? And showing her the charts where the incidence of Down's syndrome skyrockets once women hit

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Ecuador.It's official. I'm going to Ecuador. I bought my ticket last night, after a 3 hour spastic fit of mild conniptions, in which I chronically checked airline prices on a variety of travel websites, kept fiddling with my departure date, and changing my departure airport in order to get the lowest price. Really, I was stalling. I tend to get cold feet before these types of things. My

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Free!I came home today, fully intending on making the most of my night and studying very hard. But then I saw an envelope with my name written on it in pen. Not typed, not stickered, not anything that would indicate that it was a mass mailing. Odd, I thought. I opened it up and found two tickets to the Ok Go concert! Tonight. At 9 PM (that's in an hour). Talk about last minute. Not just

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Dodgeball.I think I might be the only person to have the dubious honor of getting hurt in an adult dodgeball tournament. Even worse, I was a bit apprehensive to begin with. It sounds violent (especially when you're playing with boys), and I had a sneaking suspicion that I probably throw like a girl. But, my friend's team needed a girl to play so they could qualify for the tournament, so I

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Monday morning quarter back.A lot of attention has gone around about the ease of getting guns in this country, especially with the recent Virginia Tech shootings. In fact, when I travel abroad, it's the most commonly asked question. Not "Why does your president suck?" but "Is it true that anyone in America can own a gun?" (yes). Followed by, "So does your family own a gun?" (no). And then, "

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Cho Seung Hui.In the wake of the Virginia Tech shootings, parents all over the country have been calling their kids in concern. Jet's mom called him, worried because she has 3 sons on college campuses, and told him that if he's ever in a shooting situation - don't play the hero. Just run. My mom, on the other hand, called because she was worried I might be the shooter. "Honey, I know you're

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Sports.I've never been a super-sports girl. Team sports especially eluded me because I never had any field-sense. Meaning that I never knew where any of my teammates were at any point in time. I tend to do better at solo sports. Like tennis. Snowboarding. Racquetball. Standardized tests. Sports in which the only person I risked disappointing was myself. After a lifetime of growing up

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Deal breakers.Sometimes when someone I formerly thought was attractive says the word "plutonic" when they mean "platonic", I want to groan inside.

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What is this ‘bodega’ you speak of?Fisher wrote recently of the Whole Foods phenomenon and how he finds himself passing up the bodega to shop at the all-organic-super-conglomerate. I consider Whole Foods to be analogous to Apple in a lot of ways. Except I hate Apple a lot more and I refuse to patronize any branch of their electronics excepting their ipod. And even then – I’m only waiting for a

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Princess.Do you know what my problem is? My problem is that I was raised almost entirely on Disney movies and musicals. THIS IS WHY I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO FLIRT WITH MEN. Do you realize I know all the words to every song in Sound of Music (and the accompanying dances)? I still can sing Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" as if it was yesterday. And did Fraulein Maria have to resort to

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Match.comAfter 3 weeks on match.com and realizing that I seem to exclusively attract balding, overweight white males over the age of 42 - I've gone on the BEST DATE EVER, thanks to match.Osh and I went to sushi at my favorite sushi restaurant on the Upper West Side, and then we went to the chess shops on Thompson street and played a game of chess. Or, more accurately, I taught him how to play

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The Underside.Have you ever ridden the NY subways at 1 AM in the morning? Not on a Friday or Saturday night when it's filled with drunken party-goers and young professionals wearing too-expensive shirts. But on a Monday night when the proper denizens of the city are in bed, catching their sleep before another hard day at work in a marble-clad office with secretaries and plush carpeting. I rode

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Lithium.Over the past few weeks after having my apartment broken into and robbed (my laptop was taken!), finding out my grandmother has cancer, and deciding to visit my first psychiatrist - the following has resulted: 1) I got a new laptop and now have connectivity again! Hurrah!!! 2) the psychiatrist suggested lithium (among other things like wellbutrin) and called me hypomanic. I wanted to

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=(So my apartment was burgled a few days ago. I came back from Parents' Day at 2 pm in the afternoon and went immediately to check my email (being the internet junkie that I am) and noticed that my laptop wasn't on my desk. Checked my backpack in case I packed it - funny not there either. Went downstairs to see if it was in the living room - nope. But hey - the camera that was on the kitchen

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With money in my pocket and money on my brain.So, as my debt grows, and I keep coveting things like designer jeans and plane tickets to Guatemala for spring break, I've realized that I can't go on living like this. I hate worrying about money and having to figure out what I can and can't spend money on. I receive my financial aid check twice a year, and then I suck on my that money and

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I'll teach you a lesson!I've been doing a lot of thinking recently about my dating history. This was all spurred by a spontaneous brunch with my friend Justin, who has relationship problems of his own. At some point during the meal, the following phrase was uttered from my lips:"I'd like to have a healthy relationship at some point in my life."It was said half in jest, half tongue in cheek, but

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Second look.After washing it and a night of sleeping all over it, I woke up this morning and decided that my hair is passable. Yes, it squares off my face, but it does bring more attention to my eyes, and if I put a little wax in it - it's okay. I think I freaked out because the stylist flat-ironed my hair yesterday and it made it look all thin and limp. My hair has a lot of natural curve and

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The Eternal Quest for a Good Haircut.In an effort to avoid the soccer-mom look I got last time (no need to pre-emptively look 38 years old), I went to a punk rock hair salon for my haircut this time. This was partially provoked by my New York stylist leaving his old salon, and his old salon refusing to tell me where he went despite my tears and begging. I figured since I had to find a new

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The Boob Tube.I sat on the couch for hours last night and couldn't get off of it to do laundry, get food, or even use the bathroom. I so rarely get a moment of leisure that I wanted to revel in it and watch television. I so rarely watch television that I wasn't prepared for what awaited me. Anyone who has seen the show The Girls Next Door on E! will have some idea what I'm talking about. A

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And the band played on.So the search continues. I switched off of Ortho Cyclen (which was a great pill. Minimal side effects, but gave me cystic acne which left scars on my face. Would like to go through life un-disfigured) and started Yasmin 5 days ago. So far - general fatigue (more than usual) and ZERO sex drive. Not that it's a concern right now since I'm not sleeping with anyone. But

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myspaceI'm rather protective of my own space. I realized this when one of my classmates asked me whether I'd be interested in living in a house with him and a few other people next year. Instead of being overjoyed and excited at the idea, I found myself hesitating. My room is my sanctuary. It's where I go to get away from things. It's filled with things that I like and is very much a

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What do you want to be when you grow up? Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm surprised by how much of my parents I see in myself. My mother's eyes. My dad's square jawline. In Chinese culture, the "gua zhi lian" is idealized. The "watermelon seed face". Long, oval, with a pointy chin. It's so idealized, in fact, that my mother took specific pains to place me on my stomach when I was a

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Girls' Night.Girls' Night always results in overdrinking. Sometimes we end up at some posh bar that rich businessmen frequent. Sometimes we go dancing. Last night, we ended up at a gay bar dancing with lesbians - completely unintentionally. It was a great time. Lesbians are much better dancers than many men are. We started off at a wine bar, polished off two bottles, had shots at the

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Muahahahahahaha!Whenever it looks like a boy is interested, I always want to hug my knees in glee. It makes me want to cackle and mutter to myself evilly. Eggscellent..... Mr. Burns-style. I think because I can't help but feel like I've magically tricked them. Historically, I haven't had a problem attracting boys, so that tells me I'm cute enough to lure them in, but I don't have staying power.

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Arrrrgh! Not another one!I've had it. I made an appointment with the dermatologist today because I've given up on my gynecologist. The birth control I was on gave me cystic acne. I'd get one big motherfucker on my face every month. Granted - it was just one and for that, I count my blessings, but that one would last for WEEKS and then leave a red scar afterwards. This month's

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Places I'd Like To Visit.Nova Scotia (Canada)Prince Edward Island (Canada)GreenlandIcelandWalesEaster IslandFijiCook IslandsMadagascarGalapagos IslandsMozambiqueColoradoNew Hampshire/Vermont/MaineUtah (Zion Nat'l Park, Arches Nat'l Park, Death Valley - CA)OregonMontana

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God does exist!All my prayers for a proper winter have come true!!!! I woke up this morning and glorious glorious snow was falling down outside. I have my space heater running in my room, and my down comforter feels ever-so-nice. I can't wait to put on my fleece and long underwear and bundle up with a scarf and hat and freeze my way over to the library. And there is not a bit of sarcasm in

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I got soul but I'm not a soldier. -The KillersI went home a few hours ago to make myself dinner and some tea to bring back to the library with me. I put the kettle on, steeped my tea, ate my dinner, and then left the tea thermos on the coffee table at home. Instead of drinking peppermint licorice Aveda tea, I'm drinking Wawa water in my cubicle. Instead of reading a magazine on my bed at

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The tribe has spoken.In a fit of self-doubt, I decided that I need to find a boy who thinks I'm awesome. This is a sentiment I've stated many times before, but something that continues to evade me. It puzzles me. I have friends who think I'm awesome. How come boys I date don't seem to think that? Maybe I should start dating my friends. I was re-reading old blogs, and I realized that one

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I'm pre-exam (again). We have exams every 3 weeks. That's more often than I get my period. I went for my Well-Woman exam today. I like how they give it a special name so I don't have to feel embarassed about going to my GYN. I've been using Planned Parenthood for the past year, but after 3 different birth controls, none of which actually worked for me, I decided that maybe it was time to

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It's my party and I'll mope if I want to.I'm not sure why I'm mopey today. After all - last night I had the all-important closure talk with Tad. Since I knew there was a good chance he was still bitter and angry about being dumped, I knocked on his door instead of calling or instant messaging (both of which are easily avoidable) and I dodged his excuse of needing to clean his apartment by telling

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The Friendster Profile.About a month after Tad and I started dating, I got a notice in my email. "Tad's profile has been changed." Of course, I clicked on it, and immediately noticed that he'd changed his status to "In A Relationship." I was startled. I had considered us to be dating, or at best at "It's Complicated." The internet these days is truly amazing. It reminds me when my friends'

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Dream dream dream, dreeeeeeam.I'm annoyed because Tad has been popping up in my dreams almost every night. I was perfectly okay over the holiday break when I was at home, but being back at school must remind my subconscious of him. In almost all the dreams, he's sad or playing me a song through my voicemail. I think it's dumper's guilt complex. I'm sure he's not that awful and pathetic and

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I'm easily pleased.When things are in place, my life feels at peace and I feel good. My room is still pretty clean, the sun shines into my room in the morning to wake me up, and my laptop goes off at 7:45 with internet radio station YRock playing. Though my mother gave away my old nightie by mistake (heart break!), the purchase of a new one has really made a difference in my quality of life (ha

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The hoopla known as New Year'sNew Year's is always made out to be a big deal. People are always asking, "Do you have any plans for New Year?" and you feel like you have to have some huge thing going on. And afterwards, people always ask, "How was your New Year's?" and you're not expected to say anything but "Totally awesome." Even if it was mediocre, which it likely was. I've never had

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Second home.Now that I've lived in this apartment for 2 years, it really does feel like something less-transient. For the first time since 2001 - I've stayed in one place for more than a year. I guess this is how it feels to be stable and have roots. I came back with all sorts of goodies from Christmas and edible goodies from my parents. The first thing I did was put on my new snow-pants. My

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There's no place like home for the holidays.Christmas in our household was no different than any other Christmas. But this year was better than prior ones. Just a smattering of tensions. No flat-out fights. We don't do well with holidays. I was talking to my friend Pooh Bear today. How is it that some families get along so well, and others simply don't? Is it the nature of the parents?

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The birth was quick but the death is slow. -Stars I broke up with Tad yesterday. The past month has been less than ideal and was making me miserable. Med school is miserable enough without having to add more to it. I'd been waiting days to have the talk but he was out of town. I'd made a bullet point list of things I wanted to say, things I thought were wrong, things that I wanted out of a

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I have this fantasy...I have this fantasy of going camping. I've been thinking about it for years. I love browsing the gear section of REI and looking at all the tents and new technology, but I've never actually camped before. In my fantasy, it'd be a 3-5 day trek, backcountry hiking. None of this campground car-camping stuff. We'd carry all our supplies, not shower for days, and see the

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In Memory of James KimI've been thinking a lot tonight about James. I didn't know him personally, but he's managed to affect me very personally. I cried when I saw the video in memoriam of him. Because it reminded me oh-so-personally that it could've been me. It reminded me of that night I spent lost in the mountains of China with M. James died of exposure and hypothermia. That's exactly

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1165284193861414282006-12-04T20:17:00.000-05:002006-12-04T21:19:20.413-05:00

I have a third nipple on my nose.Ever since I got a cold two weeks ago, I developed this bump in front of my nose piercing. It's from all the blowing and snot that's been coming from my nose like a faucet. Not only is the bump embarassingly similar to an ugly pimple, but it's getting taller and developing a nice mini-bump on the top. Just like a breast. Wonderful. Why is Tad still dating me

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1164519403634420772006-11-26T00:31:00.000-05:002006-11-26T00:36:43.650-05:00

Listening to the Wind.I can hear my dad snoring as though he's right beside me, even though he's actually down the hall. The vents carry the sound, rumbling tumbling through the ducts until they spill out into my bedroom and I feel like my dad is sleeping near me like he used to when I was little and had a bad dream. There's something comforting about the sound of your parents' sleeping. The

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1163962368799348682006-11-16T13:48:00.000-05:002006-11-19T13:52:48.816-05:00

Snapshot.We had to take a picture to register for the USMLE (U.S. Medical Licensing Exam) Step 1 in June - only the most important test I'll be taking in medical school. Funny how every test seems to be "the most important test", but I suppose each standardized test does seem to have an undue influence on the direction your life heads. This is just the next level up.As I got the official school

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1163477471478458372006-11-13T22:59:00.000-05:002006-11-13T23:11:11.493-05:00

Birthdays.It's his birthday this weekend, and it's that odd period of time where you haven't been dating long enough to really have any idea what to get him. So, I've decided to take him out to dinner and make him birthday cupcakes. I'm a little petrified of poisoning him by mistake, but I hear the instant stuff pretty safe. Except the store seems to be out of cupcake mix. I only saw cake mix

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1162398155984644592006-11-11T11:20:00.000-05:002006-11-13T23:11:31.626-05:00

Ignorace is bliss.Med school has a way of taking the fun out of things. It's taken all my favorite things in life and stamped on them. Sushi:Protozoa Akiasis. This can give you stomach upset, cause nausea, and vomiting. For days.Swimming in naturally heated freshwater lakes:Protozoa Naegleria Fowleri. This little critter enters your body when you get water in your nose. Then it goes to your

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1162956947614379892006-11-01T22:26:00.000-05:002006-11-07T22:37:40.480-05:00

Around the corner and back again.I think Tad and I have turned a corner. Or perhaps more accurately, I've turned a corner. Nothing really has changed. He still calls as often as he used to, and he's just as affectionate with me as he used to be, but I've become more comfortable with it the more I've gotten to know him. I think kissing has made a huge difference, at least in my book. It made

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1162398914668916212006-10-31T11:33:00.000-05:002006-11-01T11:35:14.686-05:00

I heart Halloween.I wore pointed ears to class today. People didn't notice for a little while because my hair was down and the tips stuck up through the hair. It didn't matter, because I had to take them off halfway through the day. I think I'm allergic to them. My nose started getting congested and when I took them off, I had a rash on my ears. Either I'm allergic to the prosthetic ears or

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Microbiology.Tad Hamilton and I have continued dating. After an unsuccessful attempt to break up with him directly prior to my exam last week, we've been spending a little less time together, which gives me a bit of room to breathe. After all, it's hard to ask someone to please care about me less. I appreciate the enthusiasm, though I think things could develop a bit more naturally if I didn't

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1160700828153642522006-10-12T20:03:00.000-04:002006-10-12T20:53:48.256-04:00

So, are you dating anyone?I'm not sure. I could be dating him, but are we really "dating"? He made me dinner last night, but granted there was a bowl of cat food on the table along with the steak, shrimp, and beans. He also said "I like you", but then tacked on, "...despite the fact that you're a med student." We met when he knocked on my door last Monday because he'd locked himself out. I

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Turning 20-something.I couldn't sleep last night. I made the fatal mistake of drinking iced tea with my dinner and the caffeine kept me tossing and turning all night. It was either that or the allergies I get whenever I come back to my parents' house. I was insomniating, congested, and exhausted. Thus I was when I crossed that invisible border between 25 and 26 and entered yet another year of

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1159559813935536502006-09-29T15:35:00.000-04:002006-09-29T15:56:54.006-04:00

Do you know what I'm doing right now?I'm sitting on my stoop. I love having a stoop. And it's my very own stoop that I don't have to share with anyone else. There are some pros to no longer being in Manhattan and doing apartment living. I'm people-watching, seeing the bikers and cars go by on the little two-narrow-lane street that I live on. There's someone moving into the unit two doors

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Astrocyte, Charlie, Milo, and Frank the Rabbit.Is it odd that most of my urban family consists of anthropomorphized men? Why did I not make any of them women? Charlie is my bicycle, who will be turning 54 this year according to the decal on his rear fender which states, "New Hampshire Bicycle Permit: 1962". Like the Lost Boys of Sudan, we're not quite sure when he was born and can only

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1158943315655998722006-09-22T12:25:00.000-04:002006-09-22T12:41:55.670-04:00

The Self-Employed and Lackadaisical.The daytime coffeeshop crowd is an interesting mix of entrepreneurs, big-time CEO's, the elderly, and students. Who else is sitting in a coffeeshop doing "work" at noon on Friday? I have a new theory about medical school. Skipping class and spending my days studying in coffeeshops is the way to keep me sane, but ultimately lonely. Going to class and seeing

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Coming up from underneath.I've noticed that I've started studying with my brow furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned down. I'm not sure if this is a consequence of the material, or a symptom of my quickly waning cheeriness leftover from summertime.

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Phase IIKenmore came down to visit Philadelphia this weekend, for the last time before he leaves the country. He found a job in Hong Kong a few weeks ago and will be joining his girlfriend there in early October. We said goodbye at the train station about half an hour ago. Though we've rarely been in the same city, Kenmore's become a constant in my life. He brings out the best in me. He's

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So, are you dating anyone?The ubiquitous question that is bound to come up whenever you catch up with someone you haven't seen in a long time. Like a zit waiting to pop. Last Friday night, I left the post-exam festivities early to walk home by myself. About halfway through a drink, I realized that the excuse I gave myself last year for not clicking with these people doesn't apply anymore.

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Have mercy, oh literary gods of medicine.Right now, I'm reading a lecture entitled, "How the Poisoned Patient Dies." There's quite a few ways to bite the dust. None of them glamorous. The entire toxicology class is taught by a pathologist who specializes in pediatric toxicology. He has the most bizarre poisoned-children jokes. Second year of med school gets progressively more and more weird

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What do I really know?The answer is - not much. As a brand-new second year medical student, I'm little more than a first year student with a new title. When I used to consult for major investment banks, people used to ask me all the time if I could give them investment advice. I didn't know much back then either. I just worked for the difficult personalities at the banks, I wasn't actually

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Top 10.So, I learned in China that I'm not considered "hot" by Chinese standards. I know this because I found out today that the Chinese mainlander guys in my program made a list of the best-looking girls. Funny how guys do the same thing everywhere, and at every age. Neither me, or my fellow American team member D. made it. I guess this means I'll have to hack it on personality. Though if

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Poop goes here.I had hoped to go through life without having to suffer the indignity of having to give a stool sample. But when the doctor handed me a white bin about the size and shape of a Cool Whip box, I knew I was in for it. So the procedure goes as follows:1) do your business into the little contraption, which hangs from your toilet bowl rim.2) put a lid on it, place it in a big brown

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Parasites anyone?The morning of my flight back to the States, I got sick with some sort of stomach bug. As an individual with frequent tummy troubles, I'm all too familiar with most things, but this blew everything out of the water. By the time I arrived at the airport, I'd been to the loo 6 times and thrown up twice. And then I was informed by security that I couldn't bring any water onto the

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China fee, China fi, China fo fum.I've pinpointed what it is about China that I don't like. The travelling industry. Yinjialing village really saved China for me. It gave me another perspective on the people that didn't include badgering me for my money. Travelling in China means having to fight all the time. Fight for a good price, fight to be left alone, fight for spring water - not dusty

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Yinjialing village, ShandongMonday, July 24, 2006The village (nong cun) has been simultaneously a relief and a disappointment. Internet access, proper beds (well, proper Chinese beds, which means planks, a thin mattress pad, and bamboo), and showers anytime I want as long as I heat up the water with this little machine that sings to notify me that the hot water is ready. We also have a passive

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I must've mistakenly signed up for the Red Guard instead of training camp for teachers.Friday, July 14, 2006I'm sleeping beside a veritable mosquitoe graveyard on the wall. I smashed every last one of them with my Let's Go guide. So handy in so many ways. Bug guts don't stick to it. I knew the actual volunteer site would be primitive, but it never occurred to me that the training site would

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I'm leaving Thailand in about 6 hours. M and I split up yesterday and I puttered around Chiang Mai on my own. Travelling with people is great, but travelling alone has its own brand of magic as well. More things happen. Like the Thai boy with a spiral tattoo on his chin who was riding a bike and wheeling a second one beside him. He pulled up as I was walking on the sidewalk and asked if I

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From one end to the other.Within a period of one week, I've gone from being lost in the mountains and sleeping in a hut, to being on a cargo boat going down the Mekong, to... Starbucks. This morning, M and I found ourselves in Starbucks, and this afternoon - we ended up in a shopping mall in Thailand, complete with a Body Shop. It felt sort of odd. We're up in Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand

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Drifting along the Mekong.Reattaching music memory. Playing school-study playlists here so I can be reminded of this cranky, rusty, noisy, wonderful old cargo boat that's taking us from China to Thailand. I decided to take a detour since I suddenly have an extra entry on my double entry visa since I decided not to go to Mongolia. We're headed to Chiang Mai, Thailand for a few days before I

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1152183128802970612006-07-06T06:49:00.000-04:002006-07-06T06:52:08.820-04:00

Lost in Xishuangbanna.My classmate M. and I embarked on a 4 day trek through Xishuangbanna. The original intent was to go from Mengshuo (not in Lonely Planet or on the map!!) to Bulangshan, and then on to Menghai, where we'd take a bus back to JingHong where we'd based ourselves. Prior to leaving, we considered bringing iodine pills (which we did bring), a guide (which we decided not to bring

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I'm such a sentimental bitch.So despite the rockiness of the past week with my brother (fighting every day, if not more), I was a little sad to see him go just now as he got on the plane to Beijing. I even teared up a bit. I guess because despite everything, I had fun, and though I wish the entire trip had been like the last 2 days, even having 2 good days is enough. I guess I love the little

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1151578082885693342006-06-29T06:44:00.000-04:002006-06-29T06:48:03.093-04:00

I got my first Chinese massage today. For 70 yuan (a little less than $9 USD), I got a 1 hour foot massage and a 1 hour body massage. I didn't realize how many bruises I had on my legs until the little Chinese masseuse began to rub them. I ignored it and told myself that having my bruises rubbed is good for them. Besides, the pain was offset by the intense pleasure of having my mosquitoe

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Down the Rabbit Hole: ChinaBeing with a Chinese family means lots of large meals. Meals in which aunts tell you you're not putting enough onions on your Peking duck, where the males are offered beer but the women are not (but women get to ride the air conditioned car to the restaurant while the males walk), and where you never eat enough - as the relations say while putting more food on your

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1149645461666657522006-06-04T09:45:00.000-04:002006-06-06T22:01:12.270-04:00

Cube with a view.Every morning/afternoon (depending on whether it's a weekday or a weekend), I sit down in cubicle 2-29 (2nd floor, cubicle 29 because I like prime-numbered cubes. Or when pressured - a cube that's a multiple of 2 prime numbers is sufficient), set up my laptop, and raise the blinds to reveal a glorious view of the construction pit that used to be our plaza. And so starts my day,

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Bzzzzz.... BZZZZZ... BZZ!I lost a quart of blood last night. I was wakened up every hour by burning itching on my wrist, then my tricep, and finally the clincher - in the middle of my forehead. Damn mosquitoe has been in my apartment for DAYS now and it keeps feasting on me. What's the lifespan of these suckers anyways? Between the mosquitoe bites and the constant feeling that my skull was

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According to my behavioral science class...Exam QuestionsLove is:a) friendshipb) friendship + lustc) friendship + lust + intellectualityd) passionANSWER: BMY CHOICE: CSince when did love not include learning from each other?THE TEXTBOOK:Friendship = concern + curiosity + affection on a sustained basis without erotic desireLust = erotic desire without concern or affectionLove = Friendship +

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The view from three angles.Estrogen aids sperm by thinning out the cervical mucus (allows them to swim through it), raising the pH of the vagina (so they survive), and stimulating contractions in the fallopian tube that keep the egg in one place while propelling sperm up towards the egg. Sperm remain fertile for 1-2 days inside the female reproductive tract. 1 out of 10 sperm will make it to

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Shut it out. Keep it in.Earplugs shut everything out, and magnify everything inside. Like a backwards ear cone turned inwards toward your body. I can't hear the construction outside, or my own typing on the keyboard, but I am hyperaware of the sound of my own breathing, and the hollow empty soft whoosh it makes as my lungs inflate and deflate. Chewing gum has become a squishy event, full of

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And Wedding Season 2006 Has Begun.It began with a squeal."INK!!!! It's been so long!!! ...OH MY GOD. I REMEMBER THAT DRESS! 2000 Spring, I was there when you bought it!!!"I wanted to shrivel up and die. While the rest of my friends have advanced in their careers, been promoted, and grown their salaries to 6-digits, I've changed careers, started over, and grown my student loan debt to 6-digits.

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The Long Silence.I've often asked myself - why have I stopped writing? Not just on blogs, which I've written on for years now (since 2002!), but also in my own personal journal. Part of it I blame on the nature of my latest journal. I decided to splurge on a nice leather one when I got to med school. Thick, heavy, bound prettily. I imagined it would hold 4 years worth of reflective thoughts

inknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722912.post-1144159963442493142006-04-04T10:29:00.000-04:002006-04-04T10:48:20.383-04:00

Let's go away for a while, you and I, to a strange and distant land.I returned from Belize last Friday, to a warm and sunny Philadelphia. It's been a pretty mild winter so far, making me convinced that we're all going to die from global warming. I have to start saving up soon for my hybrid vehicle. Getting away from school has a habit of clearing my head, so I return feeling much more normal

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Why's it so much easier to wake up in 7 am in Belize (or in fact, anywhere else) than at home in Philly? The same irritation happens when I wake up, but instead of honking cars, the garbage truck, or my alarm with the radio morning show, it's the chorus of morning birds and the sound of stray dogs barking. It's easier to wake up to birds and harder to be cranky when you're getting up to cross

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Flores, Guatemala.Flores is separated from its red-headed stepsister Santa Elena by a bridge that you can walk across. It was a European-style little island town with cobble-stone streets and the like.Flores, Guatemala Originally uploaded by eidolon Ink.

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Flores, Guatemala.These little red taxis were everywhere, and run on gasoline instead of electric! Yet I found them strangely charming as they puttered around the curve of the road leading into Flores.Flores, Guatemala Originally uploaded by eidolon Ink.

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Caye Caulker.Caye Caulker is definitely more of a tourist destination. It's a tiny island village and you can see the ocean at both sides (it's only about 4 blocks wide). Bikes came with our room (it was painfully hard to find lodging when we first got here), and I forgot how much I liked biking until I got back on one. I sped down the sandy droad, leaving Montreal in the dust because her bike

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Mountains Beyond Mountains.I read Tracy Kidder's book about Paul Farmer while I was away. I was hoping it would remind me of why I'm doing this whole medicine shebang. Instead, I was dismayed to realize is that I don't have the passion nor the capability of sacrifice that Dr. Farmer does. If I'd been a bit younger when I read this, I would've felt subpar somehow - like I'm a bad person. But now -

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70 degrees and sunny.It is a beautiful day outside. And I knew it as soon as I stepped out the door this morning at 8:30 AM. It was completely obvious to me, and to anyone who passed me on the street this morning, that I should've checked the weather before leaving the house. I sweated my way to my exam wearing a fleece, a wool jacket, mittens (which hung out of my coat pockets), and carrying

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Gum is all that keeps me going on pre-exam weeks.I've adopted it as a substitute for constant snacking. To date, I've consumed almost a pack a day. Sort of like a cigarette habit. My gum of choice is Trident Splash - Peppermint Vanilla. Dentyne Ice's Vanilla Chill (an obvious avoidance of Vanilla Ice) is what I opt for when Trident Splash isn't available. Though my jaw muscles are sometimes

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Good To KnowsHemorrhage: significant loss of blood through uncontrolled bleedingWhen you're hemorrhaging, blood is re-portioned so flow to your heart and head aren't affected. This means that your intestines, kidneys, liver, etc. are starved. So even if you recover from hemorrhagic shock, you still have a good chance of biting the dust. If the rest of your innards were starved for too long,

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Fire Engine Red.Fire Engine is the new hottie of the first year class. I'm not sure if he's aware of it, but I hope he never finds out. Because I saw him first. A few weeks ago at an Admissions Committee interview where we were both interviewing incoming students. He's a second year. I'm sort of upset that he started doing Help sessions for us, because now all the first year girls know who

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