The subject is a lie
So I just went to a board games night, and came home, and thought, you know, not only have I not seen people in forever, but I also haven't made an LJ post in a while. Thus!
Actually, what have I been up to since my last post? I forget most of it.
The relevant parts are that I failed the fourth year OSCE, and hence must repeat fourth year med from scratch. Without the research project. Which I didn't do last year anyway, so no change there. It is better the second time around. So much better. Everyone should have to do fourth year twice. People tell me I shouldn't have failed the first time. The best one of those was the psych exam this year where they basically said "That was an excellent history. It is, in fact, so good that we have no questions about your history or diagnosis. We're just going to ask you random questions about...things." Which is how I ended up talking philosophy-style about the definition of "normal" with the head of psych at UWA. And promptly got the top mark in our rotation group. I still haven't decided about future career paths, but I think I would be disappointed if I didn't get an RANZCP fellowship at some stage. Psych really is just fun. It is the only speciality I have come across where the consultant is allowed to yell at patients with no repercussions. (The yelling in question was even better than just yelling. It was "Fine! You call your lawyers! I am not scared of your lawyer! I deal with lawyers regularly. You talk to your lawyers and I will talk to mine. But that still doesn't tell me HOW ARE YOU FEELING!") And Sergio. Oh Sergio. There is a consultant I would love to be like. "Everyone is worried nowadays. All the time. Right now you are worried about your subjects, and passing your exams, but you think that it will be OK when you are an intern. Then you an intern and you are worried because you have patients and they are sick, and you are expected to do something about it. But you think it will be OK when you are accepted into a training program. But they you still have patients, and they expect things of you, and you are worried about them, and you are worried about your consultant, and you are still worrying about exams, but you think 'When I'm a consultant.' And then you are a consultant, and you are still worried about patients, and you have to worry about the lawyers, and you have to worry about clinics. And so you become an academic, because it is too stressful to worry about being a consultant. And you still have to see patients. And they expect you to do research, and so you worry about what you will do, and then you have to worry about getting a grant, and you think 'What will happen if I don't get a grant? What will they think of me?' And then you get the grant, and now you have to worry about actually doing the research. And then they expect you to teach, and so get worried about your students." (etc.)
Otherwise, not much news. Oh. Apparently I'm in a long-term, long-distance, committed relationship. It's very "wow, OMG." For me, anyway. I expect it will be to you as well. But maybe not.
Hum. Not much otherwise. Oh, I also have a tumblr now. http://chicforanatheist.tumblr.com. It is new, to stalk Tim's blog. Which is http://squirejack.tumblr.com.
I am currently reading Henry Sidgwick's The Methods of Ethics Which is fantastic, and I cannot understand why it is not still a standard book. It is exceptionally good. And thorough. Which is better. The opening monogram, in the 1907 edition, has his name listed as: "Henry Sidgwick. Sometimes professor of philosophy at Cambridge." (Which is, of course, a defining trait of excellence in an ethics book.)
Wait! One last thing. A questions. Suppose, for a minute, that you happened to have a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Good ones. You know the type. Thick black leather, studs sharp enough to scratch without cutting, D-loop for chain attachments, etc. Now, suppose they disappeared when your mother was tidying your room. Would you go looking for them, or would you just not really want to know?
Actually, what have I been up to since my last post? I forget most of it.
The relevant parts are that I failed the fourth year OSCE, and hence must repeat fourth year med from scratch. Without the research project. Which I didn't do last year anyway, so no change there. It is better the second time around. So much better. Everyone should have to do fourth year twice. People tell me I shouldn't have failed the first time. The best one of those was the psych exam this year where they basically said "That was an excellent history. It is, in fact, so good that we have no questions about your history or diagnosis. We're just going to ask you random questions about...things." Which is how I ended up talking philosophy-style about the definition of "normal" with the head of psych at UWA. And promptly got the top mark in our rotation group. I still haven't decided about future career paths, but I think I would be disappointed if I didn't get an RANZCP fellowship at some stage. Psych really is just fun. It is the only speciality I have come across where the consultant is allowed to yell at patients with no repercussions. (The yelling in question was even better than just yelling. It was "Fine! You call your lawyers! I am not scared of your lawyer! I deal with lawyers regularly. You talk to your lawyers and I will talk to mine. But that still doesn't tell me HOW ARE YOU FEELING!") And Sergio. Oh Sergio. There is a consultant I would love to be like. "Everyone is worried nowadays. All the time. Right now you are worried about your subjects, and passing your exams, but you think that it will be OK when you are an intern. Then you an intern and you are worried because you have patients and they are sick, and you are expected to do something about it. But you think it will be OK when you are accepted into a training program. But they you still have patients, and they expect things of you, and you are worried about them, and you are worried about your consultant, and you are still worrying about exams, but you think 'When I'm a consultant.' And then you are a consultant, and you are still worried about patients, and you have to worry about the lawyers, and you have to worry about clinics. And so you become an academic, because it is too stressful to worry about being a consultant. And you still have to see patients. And they expect you to do research, and so you worry about what you will do, and then you have to worry about getting a grant, and you think 'What will happen if I don't get a grant? What will they think of me?' And then you get the grant, and now you have to worry about actually doing the research. And then they expect you to teach, and so get worried about your students." (etc.)
Otherwise, not much news. Oh. Apparently I'm in a long-term, long-distance, committed relationship. It's very "wow, OMG." For me, anyway. I expect it will be to you as well. But maybe not.
Hum. Not much otherwise. Oh, I also have a tumblr now. http://chicforanatheist.tumblr.com. It is new, to stalk Tim's blog. Which is http://squirejack.tumblr.com.
I am currently reading Henry Sidgwick's The Methods of Ethics Which is fantastic, and I cannot understand why it is not still a standard book. It is exceptionally good. And thorough. Which is better. The opening monogram, in the 1907 edition, has his name listed as: "Henry Sidgwick. Sometimes professor of philosophy at Cambridge." (Which is, of course, a defining trait of excellence in an ethics book.)
Wait! One last thing. A questions. Suppose, for a minute, that you happened to have a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Good ones. You know the type. Thick black leather, studs sharp enough to scratch without cutting, D-loop for chain attachments, etc. Now, suppose they disappeared when your mother was tidying your room. Would you go looking for them, or would you just not really want to know?