So a lot of things are awesome about third year. You're finally out of the classroom, you get to interact with actual patients, and you start learning how to do the beginning of your medical career (note: you mostly learn how to be an intern, not a doctor. Becoming a real doctor is what residency is for.) When you ask, mostly people tell you that ( Read more... )

I finally decided the (probably excessive) drinking I was doing and lack of interest in actually doing any of the non-school activities I had done previously was problematic. Called one of the school therapists and set up an appointment. We'll see how that goes.

Sometimes, being the only single person in a group of friends really, really sucks ( Read more... )

I started a new blog! It's for my OK Cupid adventures

http://okcupidhilarity.blogspot.com

So, I've had a bunch of people ask me about mine, and I decided I'm just going to write this so I can link it to people instead of typing things out over and over and over ( Read more... )

The nice thing about medical school is that it may actually be the first time in my life I've felt challenged academically. It's a weird feeling.
(Not necessarily that the material is hard. It's mostly the sheer volume of it I'm trying to pour into my head.)

It's amazing how much assholes continue to affect your life even after you've dumped them! In this case, in the form of shame spirals while you're trying to sleep.

Good thing I have so much studying to do for exams next week. Distractions!

Things that annoy me:
1) The concept of the "friend zone"
2) Men who won't get STD tested
3) People who get vaguely racist at me when they first meet me and then don't understand why I don't like them

Dear bra manufacturers: Stop making bras in my size only come in black, beige, and white. The desire for colored bras does not stop at a 30 band or an F cup. Not cool.

Aargh work aargh research aargh data aargh boys aargh fucking 100 degree weather aargh

Why yes, I am regularly banging my head into a wall, why do you ask?

3 more weeks of my last summer ever left.