January 10th, 2003

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It's a beautiful morning - oh!

Picked up Angel's Taurus this morning. Taking it in to Dimension Ford on Monday, hoping they know what to do with the beast.
I toyed briefly with the idea of just skipping class today; it's only two classes, both of them in Medicine - which promises to be unbelievably tedious just like every other freakin' day. I don't understand it sometimes. Why do we have one incredibly fast-paced hard class, and then the professors for Medicine come in, say "I can't cover this topic in any detail in one day" and then proceed to make a go at it while making No Sense Whatsoever? Not that I'm in any hurry for it to get more detailed...I just wish that things would make more sense.
Yesterday, this charming little Hispanic pulmonary physician came in, and he said "You had a lecture on Pulmonary function testing, right?" And we all kind of nodded. And he was bright enough to ask "So you know what FEV-1 and all that means, right?" Which is when he discovered that we hadn't a clue, because the function testing lecturer had made no sense to any of us at all, not even when we asked questions. Most of it...we didn't even know where to start asking questions. "I'll go over it quickly for you." Learned more in five minutes than I had in an entire hour.

"Dr. Liz Isbister. I know. It's a horrible name, I married into it."
"Did you learn the brachial plexus?" General agreement. "Well, that's useless."
I love medical school.
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To sleep, perchance to dream...

Meant to take a little nap. A tiny nap. A nap like my usual naps, ten minutes, maybe twenty. Not four hours. Whoops.
I'm sure I probably needed it, the way I've been feeling lately. Not enough sleep, moving my waking-up-time back and back and back quite suddenly to six AM instead of eight-thirty, which was hard enough on the two-AM-to-ten-PM that my body really wants. I keep drifting in class. Everyone's so hard to understand recently. Either they whisper or they have horribly thick accents, and I find myself drifting. Didn't write much today, more read through the unfinished stories I have.
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I'll type pages into Morning Glory when we get back from the Rave (going to see Bond) and maybe post that, depending on how close to done it is. I have more written than typed at the moment. A lot more.

Hold that thought. Bond's in 15 minutes. *poofs*
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Small folded card in the mail. Addressed to:
Nicole Boersma
Information Systems Manager
(My home address)
When did I become an Information Systems manager?

Bond Report:
Livejournal Post at 19:29. Movie at 19:40. Drive to theatre: 15 minutes. Time finding a parking space: 5 minutes. Time standing outside ticket booth realising that we didn't want to go in late to Bond, freezing our buns off and trying to find another movie with a showtime between 19:45 and 20:45: 10 minutes. We gave up, decided to go to Biaggi's. On the way over, we stopped at Michael's to get candle wicks for Strayling. Along the way, I found some spiffy giant margarita glasses. Mentioned that they looked like the giant margarita glasses at Red Lobster.
"Ooooh," Angel says. "Red Lobster." So that's where we went, and wound up bringing boxes with half our meals home. I adore salmon. And now we're going to cuddle up on the giant couch and watch ID4. Mmmm. Quality Time.

"Total Disability due to any of the following is not a Qualifying Event:
(a) Normal pregnancy or (b) any intentionally self-inflicted injury or sickness..."
Does that sound like pregnancy is a self-inflicted sickness to you? I laughed so hard.
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