“How long will you simple ones love your simple ways?

How long will mockers delight in mockery and fools hate knowledge?

If you had responded to my rebuke, I would have poured out my heart to you and made my thoughts known to you.”

Prov. 1

Please refrain from drinking and driving if you do not want a random newb med student suturing your face. This includes motorcycles and ATV’s. It’s kinda cool for us, but it’s not cool for you.

My sutures looked okay, but I’m going to check them tomorrow to see if they got infected. They were all covered by the C-collar today, so I couldn’t tell how the wounds looked. I’m so worried if they got infected. A part of me is tempted to suture one stitch on my arm to see how it would heal, or at  least poke the needle through to the dermal layer.

My two weeks of neurosurgery are over. Thoughts: It was my first surgical rotation, where I got a taste of the tortures of standing up for hours, sometimes scrubbed in, and after a 6 hour surgery, being rewarded with: holding down a piece of string while a resident makes ugly sutures. Thanks. When I get the sign that I passed my neurosurgery rotation I can write a little more dirt but until then, I think I should keep my lips sealed for a bit. LOL. Justtt in case. I’ll write my positives though:

WOW. Extremely exciting. I really loved the rotation, I got to see so much, learn the down low on residency, and the neurosurgeons (most of them) are really awesome. In a different life maybe I would want to be one of them. But you know I just cannot give up my right to sit, and eat when I want  to, and to live on so little sleep for the rest of my life, and I don’t want to get yelled at for 7 years like I’m some dumb teenager. My self esteem is low enough thank you very much. I don’t need more people yelling at me telling me I’m a “re-taaard.” (They use the word liberally, with different ways of saying it and everything, a couple of times they put some weird accent on it.) Neurosurgery seems like a path that would be awesome for the first few years, but I could imagine the novelty wearing off, especially when you’re 40 or 50. Plus these guys they spend almost no time with their patients, and a lot of the time they don’t even seem to have much interest in the actual personality or life of the patient apart from the problem. If they do…. more for good gossip than care. Slithers of compassion are pretty rare in this specialty, and you treat them like precious pearls. It’s really so odd to me, their mult-faceted personalities. One minute, yelling at someone making them feel really dumb, the next minute laughing with them and making jokes, one minute giving genuine blunt advice (very good advice), and then gossiping about patients. Most of them are really nice people who have very scary sides to them. It’s a little hard to explain. Did I mention that they have hardly ANY patient contact??? It’s so crazy!! It’s as if they’re not even working with people, just problems.

I totally understand why people refuse to see the doctor.

Hmm…. I understand. I understand now.

He always has a lot of interesting stories about stuff back. Like today, he talked about back in the day, the drug of choice was ACTH. The guy who I guess created the synthetic version of it for use as a drug, wasn’t readily accepted into the American Chemical Society because of its hyperpigmentation. Odd thing was I was sitting towards the back of the room, and as I was straining my ear to hear him, and despite all my efforts, I somehow got the idea that the hyperpigmentation referred to the actual chemist, not the drug. So here I am in the back of the room thinking. 1. Wow there was a lot of racism back in the day huh? Never knew there were such inspiring black chemists back in the day. 2. Did my attending just refer to the black guy as hyperpigmented???

Needless to say, I was very amused and asked my peer if we had heard the same thing. She remembered nothing of the sort. Came home and told my roommate. Telling the story to her, made me realize how odd it was, and I decided to check the facts to see if the chemist really was black. Looked at his picture yeah definitely wasn’t black. Through much research, my roommate and I finally realized my great misunderstanding. And I was very thankful that I never really talk out loud that much during morning rounds.

So hard not to like him!

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There’s no possible way I could be pregnant, but I thought it was weird I had this odd craving. Any suggestions on why I’m craving this? The nutritional value for pickles is Vitamin K…. and lots and lots of Sodium.

“Of making many books there is no end,

And much study wearies the body.”

Ecclesiastes 12:12

I’m not really sure of the purpose of the verse though….