February 20th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

Is the video card what lets me watch movies?

I was going to update on yesterday's activities, but I got distracted. My sore throat has given way to a hacking cough; I think it will be in my best interests not to exacerbate it by going to fencing tonight. I want to go, but I know better. More on hunting houses tonight.

If you hadn't heard, from status.livejournal.com:
At 3:57 am EST on Thursday, February 20th, Admin lisa writes :

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Funny, I knew that was what had happened as soon as LJ stopped responding.
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Nescafe rabbit

No, I promise, it's just a virus...I'm on antibiotics.

Yesterday, went over to the child care place and learned the quick physical exam on a Real Child. O. was the cutest, friendliest, most gregarious 9-month-old baby I've seen in a long time. She was very good and didn't scream while we felt her little tummy and listened to her heart and lungs. Out at 1:30. Over to A+, where Bart had everything ready for us in a flash.
I put Em's computer together all right, after I realised that the ATA133 drive on the end of a (bad?) UDMA cable was probably the reason that the system wasn't recognising the hard drive, called David, and acquired some normal IDE cables. Left her installing Windows. I was very patient, even explaining to her that no, the video card was not what you needed to watch videos - that it was what your monitor plugged into. Still have to go back and get her drivers installed sometime for onboard sound.
Came home, turned around, and went out house-hunting again with Angel, Bri, and James. Three more houses, including one whose picture I was certain had to be tinted wrong. It looked pink.
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So we have another possibility, a house that seems really nice - if it'll be possible to get the box springs up the stairs - and we're going back on Saturday morning to see it. Angel has the beeper this weekend, for the first time - it figures. Robby invites everyone over to his place, I think I can swing going, and then Angel needs to stay within driving distance of his computer so he can be tech support. I'm sorry, Robby!

Today has been relatively bland. Cough still lingering in my upper airways, so I don't think I'll go to fencing tonight. I don't need to make it worse. But I am thinking about signing up for belly-dancing lessons. Sounded like fun, and Angel most certainly approves :).
More later, most likely. Right now, my tired body needs a nap.
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Nescafe rabbit

If you like video games, you want to be a urologist. We have so much fun...

Pathology lecturer was Dr. Czaja, pronounced "chai-uh". Interestingly, he doesn't seem to agree with Dr. Smith's policy of making us learn everything. I can deal with this. We went over 7 pages of esophageal problems in lecture, and I dutifully highlighted the sort of things he said were "likely to be testable". For once, that didn't include six thousand names of stupid syndromes we'll see once in our career if we go into neonatal fucked-up-ness.
Pardon me. I'm tired of learning these things. Once, I had hope that I could be the brilliant young doctor who comes from medical school and makes a life-saving diagnosis based on some incredibly rare syndrome that she heard about back in path. Now...now I'm hoping I'll be able to diagnose pneumonia if I hear it. If I hear it.

Spent two hours learning urology and looking at interesting X-rays. "Start your collection now," he says. "Ask for copies of interesting X-rays."
  • The man who was "minding his own business" when he was shot in the rear end. Somehow ("because he's a scumbag," he says. "You or I would be dead, but he's a scumbag.") it missed his colon, perforated his bladder, and wound up lodged in the erectile tissue near the tip of his penis. "No, we didn't take it out. Bullets are sterile when they go in; they're so hot."

  • The 17-year-old kid who didn't take the "trespassers will be shot" sign seriously and got a round of #6 shot in his tail.

  • The bow-hunting 'accident' - Jim: "I know the guy who shot him. He still says he didn't do it on purpose, but at twenty-seven feet...come on."

  • The picture illustrating why one should always wear a cup when chipping mortar off of bricks.

And a lot of urology pictures demonstrating neat abnormalities.

Afternoon was physical diagnosis. We saw Ms. B. who was the cutest little Asian 75-year-old lady on peritoneal dialysis. She had a bit of nodular goiter, which I might have felt - I'm not quite sure. Then we went to see a man with diabetes. His foot hygiene was awful, he had severe pitting oedema on his lower extremities, and he'd obviously soiled himself without knowing it. It was all over his legs. Somehow, all four of us kept from making faces either at the mess or the smell or the surliness of the patient. Next year, Rachel says, we get to be the ones cleaning him up.
Then I was dropped off to see L.A. She's 43, a cheerful woman with lupus. And she was the best history patient - she knew all about her disease, its diagnosis, all her allergiesm her meds...everything. Now if I could only remember to do everything on a physical exam. I get so flustered; I have no real rhythm to work from on history or physical yet. I need to work on that. Badly. I forgot to get social history, listen for bowel sounds, percuss her liver (I can't find a liver to save my life), or listen for bruits. There's so much to remember and do. And I have to write it up, too.
But we got out early. And I came home with all good intentions, laid down at 3:30 to take a little nap, and didn't wake up until 7:30 or so. That settles it, I'm still sick. I've gotten nothing done today - which means that tomorrow, I'll have to catch up a little more than anticipated.
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Nescafe rabbit

Tussin CF: New! Alcohol-free formula.

I got to explain oedema to Angel on the way over to buy me some more cough syrup (I used it all). He thinks it's so funny because I get excited about explaining things. That's how I can tell you're in the right profession, he says. The way you just light up when you talk about things like ulcers and gangrene and broken bones.
I got a cough syrup with an expectorant in the hopes that maybe my cough won't be quite so dry and racking thereafter. And I got a night-time cough suppressant in case I wake up at 2 AM with a hacking can't-breathe cough again like I did last night. Strange dreams when I'm sick. Very strange dreams, and in my dreaming fog I thought "I should write these down." But I didn't, and they're lost now.

Emily got me a new notebook as a thank-you for making a computer for her. It's green, with a beaded cover. "Because I always see you writing in class." Iwona told me that when I publish a book, she wants a copy. Is it that obvious? Writing is my escape; it's what I do to keep myself from going mad.
And there's something about knowing that at least someone is reading these entries that makes it even better. If I didn't already have a permanent account, I would consider myself justified in buying one by now, as prolific as I am.

Speaking of which: I've updated Morning Glory, for certain persons who wanted to know. And I'll type in that extra bit of back story now...
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