Mar 12, 2008 19:03
i've been talking to myself waaay too much lately and realized, why don't i talk to myself in a medium where others can read what i am auto-dialogging?
a bit of background info to catch some of ya'll up: haven't dropped out of med school yet. just finishing up my surgery rotation with some ear/nose/throat, urology, and orthopedic surgery clinics. Essentially, I go to outpatient clinics and look at ear wax, penises, ass-holes, and feet all day long (most disgusting thing so far was pulling a bug out of a woman's ear... not sure if it died before we pulled it out or after, as the ear wax we pulled it out with could have been preserving it quite well).
news: in about a week and a half, i will be moving back up to Evanston to an apartment on Ridge and Noyes for rotations in OB/GYN and pediatrics.
which brings me to my first internal monologue: there are few things in this world that freak me the freak out. 1) bugs in my flour, 2) vaginal childbirth. i hyperventilate a little bit just thinking about those things. i'm terrified that the first time i'm scrubbed in to deliver a baby, i'll just pass out. in amniotic fluid and blood and urine. *shudder*