June 2nd, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

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Yesterday: I e-mail Rachel about going shopping for my "professional wardrobe" so I don't look like a total moron at Family Practise. Any time this week you're free?
Yesterday evening: She e-mails me back: Do you have to go to that meeting Thursday morning? I'm jam packed all week. The only possible time is Thursday afternoon. Perhaps after the meeting we could go shoppping.
Meeting? What meeting? I get confused, email her back, check my letter from FWMEP. Sure enough, there's a line in there: "We look forward to seeing you on the 5th at 9am at the Fort Wayne Medical Education Program's Conference Room..."
E-mail Carolyn, frantically. Turns out that it was an error, and I have nowhere to be until the 12th still. Whew.

Today: Find the TB clinic. Call my preceptor. Look up books for the clerkships. Hope the sore throat continues to go away.
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Nescafe rabbit

I made a funny!

[MOO] * Storm shrugs. My nickname is Sally and my real name is Jessica. Why? Because my OB patrol thought I looked like a Sally.
[MOO] Teryn> OB patrol? Sounds like a feminine hygiene problem.

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Today: Slept until noon. Got up. Panic ensued over imaginary meeting on Thursday, when I have to pick up Mom for the airport.
Bought new pretty checks with the right address.
Started water for rotini and cheese, as soon as it was clear that my sore throat was going to behave and go away. Somehow managed to turn the stove onto "Do not heat" or something, as 25 minues later rotini water had not boiled.
It became late enough that I had to leave to find the TB clinic before it closed. Now am sporting a brand new hole in my arm and a return appointment for Weds. 3:50-4 or Thurs. sometime.
Have MapQuest directions on how to find my way to LaGrange. Also have charming new itinerary for Monday's third-year orientation. Beginning to feel nauseatedly nervous about third year clerkships. Do not want to make a fool of myself. Am deathly afraid that I will do precisely that.

Printer is out of yellow ink; prints everything slightly off. Nonetheless, it is not complaining of such. This is beneficial.
And now I'm thinking another nap sounds good. Hence how I know I'm sick.

Tonight: Must go over the software for PocketPC's and see what is and is not sharable. Must do, yes.
Tomorrow: Call Dr. B. Pick up papers from IPFW on my health requirement stuff.
Wednesday: Take Lily to Indianapolis. Leave relatively early.

Angel came home today, looks at me and says "Not feeling up to fencing?" I figure I shouldn't go because I just started feeling better today. He concurred, then followed it with "I thought I might not go either - I haven't gotten to spend much time alone with you. And I was driving home and decided I'd rather spend the evening with my wife."
I'm still sniffling. It was just the unbelievably sweet thing I needed to hear after being just a little out of sorts all day..
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