Whelp. Three and a half months or so of second year. Despite Thanksgiving break, medical school never stops. I have half a mind, or what’s left after microbiology, to tell it half my mind. Continue reading
Conversations born in front of urinals lend to awkward hilarity. While I don’t partake, neither do I ignore the occasional bathroom story. But only the kind teeming with wisdom and medicine.
A scenario this Saturday, not an exception, made the cut. Continue reading
Everything is about to get dicey and feisty–some argue medical students don’t have fun, but maybe the loudest attend medical school. Maybe the crankiest never played Apples to Apples. A group of friends and I played last night, lots of fun.
Let’s play a round and get pumped about pre-clinical life. Continue reading
Fell in love with this dish while doing a gig with my wedding-photographer-by-weekends, software-consultant-on-weekdays dad. Continue reading
If you sneak into Meijer at 10 at night with 10 shoe boxes, you’d better have 10 good explanations!
1. Old St. Nick needs extra help covering third world countries…
2. You’ve a fetish for filling empty boxes.
Don’t think hacking kale roots or yanking out mutant carrots sounds like surgery? Consider the first an amputation. Picture the second as a removal of infected sebaceous glands–yuck. Maybe don’t. But however you slice it, us future docs must learn how to be handy with metal objects.
Basic training began in our own backyard, or rather, a community garden in a local church’s backyard. Orienting ourselves with the sterile field, we gloved and gowned (why?) then plunged into digging and pulling and all around mess-making. Continue reading
If your car ever gets squished to smithereens, remember to tell your friends about it.
Because if we find out via rumors of some text from a classmate with this obscure picture of you standing beside your hunk of metal, we’re comin’ after you.
Doesn’t matter if your precious baby car was totaled while you escaped with a few abrasions and edema, we’re comin’ after you.
Have you ever tried wrapping your arms around two moving objects at one time while simultaneously jumping from place to activity to place, each person hopping about different cities??
Try Philly to Detroit. Some days I find my arms spanning a 584 mile wide hug.