I apologize for the lack of luster in my recent blog entries. I feel like I'm pretty much slugging my way through 4th year and trying to find time to update my beloved blog when I can, but unfortunately living, breathing, and sleeping pharmacy school makes for some really redundant, not-so-stimulating topics. All I can say is that I graduate in mere months and then you will ALL be given the miraculous gift of NO MORE WHINING FROM AMANDA YESSSSS.
But for now.... This is all I've got. :-'(
I started AmCare last week at a clinic up near Bay City, which would put me almost a week into my second (and last) two-month long rotation. So far I like it, though I'm still more or less getting used to it. The majority of my day is spent reviewing patient charts, working up their problem list and deciding which interventions I'd like to make, presenting these recommendations to my preceptor, and then seeing my patients with my assigned resident. I get to spend a LOT more time with each patient than I did on Internal Med, and I've also done medication histories on almost every patient I've had so far. Other than clinic work, I'm also doing a TON of homework assignments. There seems to be a lot of presentations, articles, projects, study guides, and discussion topics to accomplish on this rotation, which might end up getting sticky as due dates get close together. I'm not really concerned right now though. I'm just happy to be getting more than 4 hours of sleep a night! :D
I did get to see boobs and vagina on my first day, which was a nice change from the homeless-man-penis I kept seeing at Hurley. Catheterized homeless-man-penis. *shudder*
In other news, I helped Mike chaperon his school's homecoming dance this past Saturday! I actually had a really fun time--it reminded me how happy I am to NOT be in high school anymore, lol. I helped him check in students at the door and just in general prevented kids from leaving and causing a ruckus. His school looked really beautiful and they had a great turnout. After the dance we went to a local sports bar with some of Mike's teacher-friends to celebrate homecoming being over. They even won the football game!! I only made it for the second half, but it was a close game and I miss high school football, if nothing else.
From the Random Frontier, I really hate kids in my parents' neighborhood. We're talking about dozens of kids that stand in the middle of roads, or take up half a street between them and their friends, and just expect cars to drive around them. This morning there were three kids standing literally in the middle of my street, doing nothing, just standing. I've become so overwhelmingly irritated with driving around random teeny-bopper pedestrians, that today I decided NO MORE. I drove up to those fuckers, right up to them with my high beams on and everything, and honked at them. One of them went a little crazy and started swearing at me and flipping me the bird. And I just laughed because they're IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. Cars drive here, HELLO. OMG. I could go on and on. This is almost as bad as candy corn with orange on the bottom. *the horror*
Anyway.
My Clinical Seminar paper is due on Monday. Clinical Seminar is pretty much the P School edition of a thesis, and it's sucking the joy from my life. Uuuugh. And I'm pretty much just avoiding it right now by posting this blog entry. >_<
11 comments:
"Catheterized homeless-man-penis."
.....*tries to forget i read that* its...so...descriptive... *washes brain out with soap*
Did I mention uncircumcised? Seriously.
I can't make this shit up.
YES! Someone else knows what seeing such things feels like! *thanks god*
The vagina I saw also had a rash and was on its period.
did you get to see the cervix?!
If by "seeing the cervix" you mean sticking my eyeball up her vagina, no. She was in so much pain we just sort of poked around. Called it a day.
I called autoimmune disease. The resident seemed impressed. Just call me House.
I was all excited for the bewbs and vajayjay until the period talk. But even so. Did you touch? Did you compare breast sizes while giggling to each other? What kind of beef curtain-age are we talking about here? So many details left out, Fanelia!!
HAHAHA! Lupus!
Mike J: No I didn't get to touch (and trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to). No, we didn't compare breast sizes, although women sort of do that automatically in their heads, I think. Mine were probably smaller (SHOCKED) but perkier. Perkier for SURE. And lastly, let's just say it wasn't a spring chicken beef curtain. ;)
Hahah I love that you didn't (appear?) creeped out and actually answered my questions. You're a nifty kind of lady!
I've been around you so long that I just expect these kinds of things. ;)
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