homes, work, exams and future bids for supremacy...
well, i don't have supervision this morning, so i can a) post part 3 of my Heroes fic and b) update on the past week or so.
...okay, maybe not supremacy. I'll take a job that pays the mortgage, thanks. :D
Well, J and I went to the house to layer a fourth coat of red over the bottom part of our living room and to start painting the chair rail to match the ceiling beams we'd already painted. My poor laptop is prolly on her last legs. J thinks that if I burn out everything, clean out Navi2's registry or reformat, I could prolly save it and not have to buy another computer just yet. She's about five years old now, since I bought her while in my second year of med skool. I distinctly remember starting LJ and dl'ing anime on Navi and practically frying it in the beginning of second year. :D Navi2 (yeah, I know, not exactly a creative name...) is running hella slow, about the rate of my work computer. it's gotten bad within the past two months or so. Rich offered to pull over a lot of my data and burn it out to DVD's, since he has a DVD burner and I don't. I'd definitely do that for the Inside vids, since they're too large to squeeze two to a CD. I'd rather do that for my mp3's, since I have about 12G left, and I'd rather not break them up too much. J doesn't care, but I would. I'd have to make folders for each CD and distribute songs. I know I wanted to burn new music cd's to play in my car, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind. I've had gaming on the brain, tho. J caught me making a playlist reflecting one of my characters' music preferences, and I didn't get a chance to do the other one. What do you mean we have to start packing? :D
work is paperwork. lots and lots of paperwork. I'm discharging patients I haven't seen yet, I'm in the process of discharging two more. I'm fairly on top of my paperwork, even if I do goof off from time to time. But dude, the patient I had for my intake on Tuesday boggled even my attending's brain! I really think she's schizotypal personality disorder (she definitely meets minimum criteria) and she had my weird alarm bells ringing from the time she sat down in my office. After that interview, there was no way I could write up a coherent intake. fanfic with good smut in it was a great cure, tho. :D
PRITE is today. There's always something happening around that time, I've noticed. First year, I didn't study since I had only just started my rotation in the inpatient unit. I still got first place and third overall. Last year, I got married and still got second. (While he denies it, one of the other residents did say he was grateful for that, so he could study and beat me. I distinctly remember this because I didn't think it was that big a deal.) This year, I'm moving to a new house. And to be perfectly honest, I've had a hell of a time just keeping up with the various readings I need to do for our classes here. While I did ask for some extra readings so I feel like I'm actually doing psychotherapy and not faking it, I've got a pile of books I need to look through. I don't have time to study for this aside from the reviews that were organized. I'm sure I'll do fine.
I did mail in my app for child to one program and I drove it over to the program office here. I xeroxed bits of my current file to mail over, and it was full of glowing comments and remarks of how intelligent I am. It's still pretty surprising. I'm not fishing for comments; I guess I just take it for granted and keep pushing myself to do even better. I've gotten better at taking compliments, tho. I've applied for the two programs in the area, tho I'm partial for the program here, given that it's closer to the new house. I'm pretty much a shoo-in for here, so I'm not terribly worried about applying to just two programs. Looking back, my apps have gotten fewer and fewer. 10 for med skool, 7 for residency, and now 2 for fellowship. Good thing I know my odds are good here. So I'm starting a new tag for fellowship tales, tho it might be a bit premature. :D
Off to start my day...
...okay, maybe not supremacy. I'll take a job that pays the mortgage, thanks. :D
Well, J and I went to the house to layer a fourth coat of red over the bottom part of our living room and to start painting the chair rail to match the ceiling beams we'd already painted. My poor laptop is prolly on her last legs. J thinks that if I burn out everything, clean out Navi2's registry or reformat, I could prolly save it and not have to buy another computer just yet. She's about five years old now, since I bought her while in my second year of med skool. I distinctly remember starting LJ and dl'ing anime on Navi and practically frying it in the beginning of second year. :D Navi2 (yeah, I know, not exactly a creative name...) is running hella slow, about the rate of my work computer. it's gotten bad within the past two months or so. Rich offered to pull over a lot of my data and burn it out to DVD's, since he has a DVD burner and I don't. I'd definitely do that for the Inside vids, since they're too large to squeeze two to a CD. I'd rather do that for my mp3's, since I have about 12G left, and I'd rather not break them up too much. J doesn't care, but I would. I'd have to make folders for each CD and distribute songs. I know I wanted to burn new music cd's to play in my car, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind. I've had gaming on the brain, tho. J caught me making a playlist reflecting one of my characters' music preferences, and I didn't get a chance to do the other one. What do you mean we have to start packing? :D
work is paperwork. lots and lots of paperwork. I'm discharging patients I haven't seen yet, I'm in the process of discharging two more. I'm fairly on top of my paperwork, even if I do goof off from time to time. But dude, the patient I had for my intake on Tuesday boggled even my attending's brain! I really think she's schizotypal personality disorder (she definitely meets minimum criteria) and she had my weird alarm bells ringing from the time she sat down in my office. After that interview, there was no way I could write up a coherent intake. fanfic with good smut in it was a great cure, tho. :D
PRITE is today. There's always something happening around that time, I've noticed. First year, I didn't study since I had only just started my rotation in the inpatient unit. I still got first place and third overall. Last year, I got married and still got second. (While he denies it, one of the other residents did say he was grateful for that, so he could study and beat me. I distinctly remember this because I didn't think it was that big a deal.) This year, I'm moving to a new house. And to be perfectly honest, I've had a hell of a time just keeping up with the various readings I need to do for our classes here. While I did ask for some extra readings so I feel like I'm actually doing psychotherapy and not faking it, I've got a pile of books I need to look through. I don't have time to study for this aside from the reviews that were organized. I'm sure I'll do fine.
I did mail in my app for child to one program and I drove it over to the program office here. I xeroxed bits of my current file to mail over, and it was full of glowing comments and remarks of how intelligent I am. It's still pretty surprising. I'm not fishing for comments; I guess I just take it for granted and keep pushing myself to do even better. I've gotten better at taking compliments, tho. I've applied for the two programs in the area, tho I'm partial for the program here, given that it's closer to the new house. I'm pretty much a shoo-in for here, so I'm not terribly worried about applying to just two programs. Looking back, my apps have gotten fewer and fewer. 10 for med skool, 7 for residency, and now 2 for fellowship. Good thing I know my odds are good here. So I'm starting a new tag for fellowship tales, tho it might be a bit premature. :D
Off to start my day...