March 15th, 2004


My hands reek of bleach...

Trying out the LJ client for Mozilla Firefox, Deepest Sender.  Why?  Because I can.

I look cyanotic, O Best Beloved.  My hands have the faintest blue tinge to the fingernails and fingertips.  It comes from not thinking about our toilet bowl cleanser.
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So the toilet is repaired, O Best Beloved, and I still had time to do a set of questions from my Pretest : Medicine book.  Bonus points to anyone who can tell me how low you're supposed to keep a diabetic's blood pressure in this day and age.  I didn't go to Chappell's for the drug rep dinner, mostly because my preceptor wasn't going and I'm too shy to go without being guaranteed that I'll know someone there.  Furthermore, I didn't want to call the RSVP number.  I'm a coward.
Today's feedback (Dr. G likes to give feedback) was the following statement.  "Don't speed up.  I'll barge in if I have too, but don't speed up.  You do a wonderful job of building rapport with your patients.  I see a lot of patients who have a lot of issues, and some of them just need to talk.  What's going to be hardest for you is learning to pick out what needs to be addressed first, and what can kind of be tossed to the side.  You're doing well, though.  You'll be surprised how good you feel about your fourth year sub-I."  I think that's a compliment. 

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But that's plenty of introspection at the moment; I have to report at 0700 tomorrow and it's 2330 now which means I have just about enough time to get my requisite 6 hours of sleep.  Tomorrow and Wednesday I just have to slog through...just have to survive, I suppose.   And convince myself to get up to do that. It's hard to get out of bed, here at home.  I keep letting Angel hit the snooze, just to steal a few more precious moments in his arms.  It's so nice here at home.  So...homey. 

Coming attractions: Why do I have to spend $900 to take a test my school gives me for free?
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