YAYYYYY! YAYYYYY!!
It's coming. It's happening in 3 hours. This course, although the concept was relatively simple, was not very simple indeed. Sure, just memorize somewhat odd 50 parasites...where they're located...their life cycles...what they look like...what symptoms present...and how to diagnose/treat it.
Seems easy enough. But...it's really kinda not. My friend, Brett described it best.
"Parasitology...is like trying to memorize what each of the jigsaw puzzle looks like."
It's very very true. I really wish that I had prepped for this course over the break. Even if I had learned maybe 2 - 3 parasites a day, I would have been exposed to this stuff and would have made life much easier.
For a one credit course, I'm spending wayyyy more time than I should be. Last term's one credit course: bioethics, I spent...actually, NO time on it, whatsoever. I read the lecture notes. 20 minutes a day. Done. Parasit...not so much.
Anywho, it's parasit final this morning. Genetics midterm Tuesday morning. From Tuesday noon --> Friday, I shall be in a comatose state.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Truth about me
1. When it comes to numbers, people owing me money, or anything that has to do with numbers, I remember it for the rest of my life. Jared Kushner (not the one that married Ivanka Trump) owed me $5.13 in the 5th grade, and I still remember it.
2. When it comes to names, faces, what people tell me, I forget it entirely. You could tell me your name and the fact that you were in the Ethiopian desert trying to save the masses, and chances are, I’ll completely forget you and your story within 5 minutes.
3. I’m like a 5 year old when it comes to food pickiness. I don’t like fruits or vegetables, unless it’s cooked right. It doesn’t mean I won’t eat it…I eat anything/everything. Doesn’t mean I liked it.
4. I lie. All the time. For no reason. Ask me what I had for lunch, and I’ll lie to you. It’s not because I want to deceive you. My initial instinct is to lie. The only person I don’t lie to is my girlfriend. Last time I did that, I got in big trouble.
5. I’m very OCD in certain aspects, an absolute slob in others.
6. When I was 7 years old, I had a mentally disabled neighbor. He was around my age. Even now, I’m not sure what he had (possibly Down’s), but I remember how I used to make fun of him so much, and the kids in the neighborhood, including myself, would make fun of him and practically abuse the poor kid, throwing things at him, calling him names, etc. From time to time, I still look back and think how horrible his mother must have felt, watching her son get picked on all the time. I would apologize to both of them if I ever had the chance to.
7. I often think that I suffer from kleptomania. Sometimes, I steal things even without wanting to steal them. Automatic reaction.
8. Women find me very intriguing at first. They want to know why I’m either so cocky or why I’m such an asshole. After the initial bout of excitement and intrigue, they’re repulsed by me. Circle of life.
9. I’m very patient. It’s virtually impossible to get me angry. But if I DO get angry, there’s no gradient. It’s full on. Ask my brother.
10. I’m super cheap when it comes to myself. I don’t understand the point of brand-named stuff. I have some brand-name clothing, but I can guarantee you, I probably bought it for less than $10.
11. In comparison to #10…when it comes to spending money on the ones I love, I spend money like it’s going to rot.
12. I rarely admit to my family that I love them (actually, I don’t think I ever have…have I, John?), but if it came down to it, I’ll kill as many people as I have to for them.
13. I like the color black…actually, anything in gray tones. Most of my clothing is either gray, dark gray, or black. Flashy scares me.
14. I’m a huge caffeine junky. Sodas or coffees no longer do it for me. Super concentrated energy drinks that would make a whale’s heart go into overdrive…that’s the magic.
15. I don’t care what people think/say about me. Unless I really truly care about you, then I care very much about what you think/say about me. But I only truly care about 5 – 6 people in this entire world…so chances are, it’s not you.
16. I’m incredibly sarcastic, and I have no idea why. It’s not something I work at. I’m also very jaded.
17. I’m an equal opportunity hater. I don’t dislike just SOME people. I dislike EVERYONE.
18. My friends all think I’m a con man. This…is sorta true.
19. I have an incredible talent to be able to tell a woman’s bra size within 30 seconds of meeting them. I have a 98% accuracy of bust and cup size. I’ve tried to market this talent, yet I have yet to hear back from Victoria Secret or Hugh Hefner.
20. My friends have pre-diagnosed me with having anti-social personality disorder. Contrary to what the name states, a person with ASPD is very witty and charming and gets along with others. He/she flatters others while manipulating them and breaks the law repeatedly. A person with ASPD could care less about others’ safety and will lie, steal, or cheat to get their way and show no guilt or remorse whatsoever. Form of psychopathy/sociopathy. I tend to sorta agree…
21. I have sleeping problems, or better yet, problems with sleeping. Yet after a 3 – 4 hour slumber, I’m fully recharged.
22. I’m uber selfish. About everything. I take advantage of everyone around me. Just my nature.
23. My immune system sucks. I’m sick all the time, for the longest time. I think I’m “ok” about 25% of the year.
24. The only reason I want to be a doctor is because of the God complex and the money. If doctors were paid 50k a year, I’d screw it and be a garbageman.
25. I have very little regard for human life. If it pertains to the ones I love, then yes, I have very high regard. For the general public…tomorrow, the western coast could be obliterated due to a tsunami or a hurricane, and I wouldn’t skip breakfast. Sometimes, I feel that this will affect me greatly as a doctor, but then I realize I don’t like to lose, so as long as I do job well, I think it’ll be ok.
2. When it comes to names, faces, what people tell me, I forget it entirely. You could tell me your name and the fact that you were in the Ethiopian desert trying to save the masses, and chances are, I’ll completely forget you and your story within 5 minutes.
3. I’m like a 5 year old when it comes to food pickiness. I don’t like fruits or vegetables, unless it’s cooked right. It doesn’t mean I won’t eat it…I eat anything/everything. Doesn’t mean I liked it.
4. I lie. All the time. For no reason. Ask me what I had for lunch, and I’ll lie to you. It’s not because I want to deceive you. My initial instinct is to lie. The only person I don’t lie to is my girlfriend. Last time I did that, I got in big trouble.
5. I’m very OCD in certain aspects, an absolute slob in others.
6. When I was 7 years old, I had a mentally disabled neighbor. He was around my age. Even now, I’m not sure what he had (possibly Down’s), but I remember how I used to make fun of him so much, and the kids in the neighborhood, including myself, would make fun of him and practically abuse the poor kid, throwing things at him, calling him names, etc. From time to time, I still look back and think how horrible his mother must have felt, watching her son get picked on all the time. I would apologize to both of them if I ever had the chance to.
7. I often think that I suffer from kleptomania. Sometimes, I steal things even without wanting to steal them. Automatic reaction.
8. Women find me very intriguing at first. They want to know why I’m either so cocky or why I’m such an asshole. After the initial bout of excitement and intrigue, they’re repulsed by me. Circle of life.
9. I’m very patient. It’s virtually impossible to get me angry. But if I DO get angry, there’s no gradient. It’s full on. Ask my brother.
10. I’m super cheap when it comes to myself. I don’t understand the point of brand-named stuff. I have some brand-name clothing, but I can guarantee you, I probably bought it for less than $10.
11. In comparison to #10…when it comes to spending money on the ones I love, I spend money like it’s going to rot.
12. I rarely admit to my family that I love them (actually, I don’t think I ever have…have I, John?), but if it came down to it, I’ll kill as many people as I have to for them.
13. I like the color black…actually, anything in gray tones. Most of my clothing is either gray, dark gray, or black. Flashy scares me.
14. I’m a huge caffeine junky. Sodas or coffees no longer do it for me. Super concentrated energy drinks that would make a whale’s heart go into overdrive…that’s the magic.
15. I don’t care what people think/say about me. Unless I really truly care about you, then I care very much about what you think/say about me. But I only truly care about 5 – 6 people in this entire world…so chances are, it’s not you.
16. I’m incredibly sarcastic, and I have no idea why. It’s not something I work at. I’m also very jaded.
17. I’m an equal opportunity hater. I don’t dislike just SOME people. I dislike EVERYONE.
18. My friends all think I’m a con man. This…is sorta true.
19. I have an incredible talent to be able to tell a woman’s bra size within 30 seconds of meeting them. I have a 98% accuracy of bust and cup size. I’ve tried to market this talent, yet I have yet to hear back from Victoria Secret or Hugh Hefner.
20. My friends have pre-diagnosed me with having anti-social personality disorder. Contrary to what the name states, a person with ASPD is very witty and charming and gets along with others. He/she flatters others while manipulating them and breaks the law repeatedly. A person with ASPD could care less about others’ safety and will lie, steal, or cheat to get their way and show no guilt or remorse whatsoever. Form of psychopathy/sociopathy. I tend to sorta agree…
21. I have sleeping problems, or better yet, problems with sleeping. Yet after a 3 – 4 hour slumber, I’m fully recharged.
22. I’m uber selfish. About everything. I take advantage of everyone around me. Just my nature.
23. My immune system sucks. I’m sick all the time, for the longest time. I think I’m “ok” about 25% of the year.
24. The only reason I want to be a doctor is because of the God complex and the money. If doctors were paid 50k a year, I’d screw it and be a garbageman.
25. I have very little regard for human life. If it pertains to the ones I love, then yes, I have very high regard. For the general public…tomorrow, the western coast could be obliterated due to a tsunami or a hurricane, and I wouldn’t skip breakfast. Sometimes, I feel that this will affect me greatly as a doctor, but then I realize I don’t like to lose, so as long as I do job well, I think it’ll be ok.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
This post is...
dedicated to Bianca, probably the only person that reads this. David told me you wanted me to update. Here's to you.
This term has been...well, you know how you go in for a cleaning at the dentist, and then he tells you that you need a root canal? It's sorta like that.
The rumors were not true. They told me this term would be easier. In some ways, yes, it is easier. I have a much lighter schedule and I have more free time, but the material has gotten much harder. Perhaps last term was much easier because I had been exposed to it before, but this term, with neuroscience, parasitology, immunology...they're a lot of work, and not worth very many credits.
Other than that, we are fighting a breakout of dengue fever off campus, which is awesome. I like dengue. It almost sounds like a noodle bowl I pick out of the menu at Lucky Fu's or something like that.
Exams (genetics/parasitology) next week.
To Bianca, I apologize this post has neither been informative nor funny. Perhaps I should have gone to refrigerator college.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Less than one week
...left. before finals.
I have a disease. It's called Medical School Acquired Insomnia (MSAI).
Urban Dictionary has provided us with this definition of med school:
World's last legal form of torture. After two years in a gulag learning to "help people", you are shipped off to Siberia for had labor to "help people" as a resident. Survivors and escapees of these death camps are rewarded ridiculously by the institutions that monitored the torture. Victims can be identified by scrubs, an enduring symbol of pain and suffering
Sad part is, when I do find the time to sleep (i.e. - last night, around 2am), I rolled around in bed til 3am, and gave up. Now, I am still studying.
Tomorrow - lab from 8am - 12pm. class from 1pm - 4pm. tomorrowisgoingtosuck.
Friday, November 26, 2010
End of the semester
I have been long gone, which I have no one else to blame but myself, and medical school.
This semester was intense. Obviously the coursework was difficult, but it was more of the scheduling that intensified it the most. We had early morning labs, and 1 - 5pm lectures, and somehow, we were expected to study for hours on end til 2am, and repeat the next day.
There were a few of us who left, and there will be a few of us who don't return next semester, which I am slightly envious of.
Soldiers who return from the war say the cliche phrase, "You don't know what it's like until you've been through it," and to some degree, I couldn't agree more.
People often talk about "all nighters"...partying, watching tv, or even writing a paper. I'm no stranger to the idea of an all nighter, but I have never performed so many all nighters in such a short span of time in my entire life. When I did have some time to sleep (i.e. - skipping a class or a lab), due to my sleep cycle being so corrupt, I wasn't able to fall asleep. I often wondered what was more torturous: staying up all night studying, or laying in bed for 3 hours hoping to fall asleep.
We have had many sleepless nights, many nights where we often aimlessly wandered around the library for no apparent reason other than the sleepless zombie state. We have had many nights of contemplating what it is that makes us continue on, and if there were a loophole in which we can utilize to escape from this madness. We've had our momentous joy of receiving that good grade and we've had our tragic moments of receiving a poor grade and possibly realizing that our dreams of being doctors would be shattered.
Finals are coming up in approximately one week. Good luck to everyone.
My friend Cloud (MD Fluffy: http://mdfluffy.blogspot.com/) was generous enough with his time to make a few videos of what med life is all about:
Friday, May 14, 2010
My earlier post may have been...
...a bit...premature.
Remember how I was excited that my trip so far has had NO problems and I was SUPER happy?
...Halfway to NY, the pilot tells us that we have a technical error. Great. Tell a hundred people stuck in a pressurized sardine can that we have a problem, at 10,000+ feet. Fan...tastic.
Apparently, something went wrong with the sensors, and we had to turn back around to Trinidad.
After sitting around on the plane for about two hours (did I mention, that it's HOT and STUFFY in the plane?), they gave us food and something to drink...but you can tell that more and more people were getting annoyed by the heat and the restlessness. So finally, the pilot told us to disembark, and now I'm back at the gate. YAY!
...grr. Forget my "get to NYC by 10pm" plan. It's looking more and more like I'll get there by morning.
TRINIDAD!
Piarco's airport picked up the slack! Last time I was here, I only remember there being a KFC which closed down by 9pm, so I was starving all night with a bottle of water. Now? Subway, Church's, a sushi joint?!? Where am I? and this place is WAYYY better than GND's airport. What the heck?
This trip, surprisingly, is looking really good so far.
GND
1) I was not charged the "departure tax" that many usually pay. It's 60 ECs or about $24
2) My checked bag was close to 70 lbs, 20 lbs over the limit...no charge.
3) My carryon was also wayyy over. Again, no problem.
4) My flight was only 5 minutes late. To anyone that's flown out of GND, that's ridiculous. 2 hours delayed in the standard.
5) My flight arrived to Trinidad 10 minutes earlier than scheduled.
TRINIDAD
1) Church's chicken.
2) My checked bag, again, super over. Again, no words.
3) My carryon was over, but they let me check in 2 bags, so again, no charge.
The only downside is that whenever I'm getting on a puddle jumper (think small prop planes), usually, I'm assigned seats next to either fun people or attractive females. The problem arises when the flight attendant comes over, tells the fun person/attractive female to get up and switch seats with the biggest/fattest/angriest person on the plane to "balance out the weight."
Is it karma? Is it my girlfriend who called the airlines ahead? Do I put that past her? Of course. ...
The abomination sitting next to me from GND --> POS (Trinidad) reminded me of my 5th grade gym teacher. She was big, and she was angry. She breathed heavily and noisily, and she was doing her puzzle book, which meant she had to stick her elbows out (her side fat didn't allow her to keep her elbows to herself) and push my tiny ass frame to the aisle. Why was she so angry? Quite possibly because the tiny ass asian kid next to her was taking over her 2nd seat.
Anywho, plans when returning home:
1) try not to die on the way home from JFK
2) order chinese food
3) shower
that's about it. I hope to find some time away from work to see a few people that'll be in nyc this summer.
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