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I haven't posted in ages. I think it's because I have lost touch with the internet world of communication. I don't get on IM anymore either. I keep to myself a lot maybe. I think I last posted when my snake died.
So in my picture, I'm dressed as a cow. But the suit's in Logan. Vanessa called me today and said I could have free chick-fil-it food if I wore my cow outfit to the store. But only today, but my cow suit was in Logan and I'm in Morgantown of course. So I didn't get any.
Med school has made me less sympathetic of a person. Actually, probably it's not med school....I think going through this past year with my mom and dealing with everything, all the unknowns that constantly come up make other people's problems seem kind of annoying. Not really patients, because most of them I feel bad for....but like, just random people who complain non stop. Complainers make me frustrated. But I'm about to complain some, so here it goes ! :)
I'm doing a month of research right now and I wish it would never end. The hours are spectacular, and the work is easy. It's not like standing in surgery for 12 or 14 hours. It's some sitting, talking, surfing the internet....mixing a few things up in some tubes and putting them in the PCR machine, then voila!
I don't think I'll ever care if I know a foreign language, and I hate how some people make you want to feel bad about that. I don't want to know Italian. I went to a foreign country, Australia, and their language worked well with me.
I also don't like it when people criticize what I am eating. I have been on this kick for awhile. It's just agitating.
I also hate it when it comes time for Mom to get another MRI to check for regrowth. I get stressed out, feel like crap, can't sleep, can't eat, and just hibernate in general. It's terrible. And I never talk to anyone about it. I'm amazed at how many people tell me about their lives, and I just assume they don't want to hear what's troubling me at all times. Maybe they would care, I seriously have no idea. But I can't relate well to a lot of people anymore, I keep having fewer and fewer friends, and I relate less and less to people as time goes on, and this is probably not good, but it's just the truth of what happens.
Shoot I always feel like I spout out the wisdom of a second grader when I type on my liverjournal. I just wrote liver journal out of habit of typing liver. frick. I don't know, second graders are wise though....so it could be okay I think.
Paul looks like he just fell asleep. So did Fred. So it's just me now. I'll take a swim in the tub for a few minutes then jump in bed soon.
So in my picture, I'm dressed as a cow. But the suit's in Logan. Vanessa called me today and said I could have free chick-fil-it food if I wore my cow outfit to the store. But only today, but my cow suit was in Logan and I'm in Morgantown of course. So I didn't get any.
Med school has made me less sympathetic of a person. Actually, probably it's not med school....I think going through this past year with my mom and dealing with everything, all the unknowns that constantly come up make other people's problems seem kind of annoying. Not really patients, because most of them I feel bad for....but like, just random people who complain non stop. Complainers make me frustrated. But I'm about to complain some, so here it goes ! :)
I'm doing a month of research right now and I wish it would never end. The hours are spectacular, and the work is easy. It's not like standing in surgery for 12 or 14 hours. It's some sitting, talking, surfing the internet....mixing a few things up in some tubes and putting them in the PCR machine, then voila!
I don't think I'll ever care if I know a foreign language, and I hate how some people make you want to feel bad about that. I don't want to know Italian. I went to a foreign country, Australia, and their language worked well with me.
I also don't like it when people criticize what I am eating. I have been on this kick for awhile. It's just agitating.
I also hate it when it comes time for Mom to get another MRI to check for regrowth. I get stressed out, feel like crap, can't sleep, can't eat, and just hibernate in general. It's terrible. And I never talk to anyone about it. I'm amazed at how many people tell me about their lives, and I just assume they don't want to hear what's troubling me at all times. Maybe they would care, I seriously have no idea. But I can't relate well to a lot of people anymore, I keep having fewer and fewer friends, and I relate less and less to people as time goes on, and this is probably not good, but it's just the truth of what happens.
Shoot I always feel like I spout out the wisdom of a second grader when I type on my liverjournal. I just wrote liver journal out of habit of typing liver. frick. I don't know, second graders are wise though....so it could be okay I think.
Paul looks like he just fell asleep. So did Fred. So it's just me now. I'll take a swim in the tub for a few minutes then jump in bed soon.