Strange dreams last night. Strange dreams this morning. But I woke up, and I feel better. Today is session 1 of Physical Diagnosis, which is the equivalent of last semester's History Taking only with Real Tools. The boys are all complaining that it's not even a Real Class...but it's important to me. It's the one where I realise I'm going to deal with Real People. And I don't know whether to bring things along or what, but I want to show off the PanOptic sometime, and I don't know when I should...
Mmmph. Before I work myself into a frenzy, I'm going to go brush my teeth, put on socks, pack my White Coat and go to school. Tools can wait for next time.
Physical Exam this afternoon was short. Hallelu. No lunch, as Rachel and I decided we'd rather get to Lutheran early and find our room than get there late and make a bad impression. We spent a little time talking to a couple of sweet old ladies with interesting heart rhythms, chatted, and that was it this afternoon.
In more good news, Dr. Smith talked so fast that I get tomorrow morning off in Pathology.
However, Angel's car is still in the shop...and they're punting to the Ford dealer, since they have no idea what's wrong with it. This is frustrating :( It started when the radio turned off every time you turned right. Now it turns off all the time. Randomly. Then the power steering started to come and go. Then the seatbelt light started flashing. Flakycar. Nick and Jarrod say it's epileptic.
I just want it fixed. I could've gotten all the shopping done this afternoon except I didn't have a car, and it's too cold to walk up to Kroger's. I'd do it if it were warmer. Bike or something. It's only a mile or so. But it's cold and icy and gets dark early and I'm not that confident.