Nevermind the Bullocks...
I am on a whole different schedule now. Studying for these tests has me all fucked up. I went to bed at six in the morning yesterday, and it looks like it will be four or so this morning. Which is cool, it isn't like I am sitting around playing cards or something. This might come in handy. A couple of my friends back home (one is a physician's assistant and the other an ER doc) are going to open a 24 hour urgent care clinic in Skagit county that is a cash only venture for people that don't want to wait for hours to be seen in the conventional ER. They said that they would like to have me on staff so that they could also see dental patients, which would be cool. Not as my full time gig, but for extra money, and to hang out with the old gang. We are all used to working together, and we are a good team.
I ate dinner tonight at 1am. And for being a married guy, it was a real bachelor dinner. I had fifteen shrimp cocktail, eight chocolate chip cookies, celery, and a glass of Compari on the rocks. I have been studying my flash cards and reading over stuff. My brain is so all over the place. It is crazy. I can't just sit down and study one subject. I jump all over the place from gross to embryology to micro to biochem and then back to something else. Then for fun, throw in a mathematical proof of the Henderson-Hasselbach equation. Why not?
I went into the lab tonight for a "mock" practical exam. It was alright. Alot of the tags had been clumsily pulled off by other, less dextrous students than myself. Probably the orthopedists. Those fuckers pull on everything to see how well it is attached. There is an old joke about orthopedists: How do you hide a one-hundred dollar bill from an orthopod? Put it in one of their textbooks. How do you hide one from a dentist? It can't be done. You get the picture.
The practical was also cool because I got to look at other people's bodies. There is one that died in a car accident, and whoever treated her was nice enough to replace half of her face with modeling clay. Which would work if she wasn't black. So she looked strange. Someone stole my dissection kit too, which is bullshit. So I have to buy a new one. I am going to get one that is in a soft case that fits in my pocket, so that nobody can run off with it again. At seventeen bucks apiece, I can't afford to be getting a new one every week.
Tomorrow I wrap up the studying and get into the relaxation/seclusion mode before the test. Like any performer, it is good to just be by yourself for the time before the big show, just to get your head straight. So it will be just me and my raisin bran and Ovaltine on Tuesday morning. I will be ready for it.
I ate dinner tonight at 1am. And for being a married guy, it was a real bachelor dinner. I had fifteen shrimp cocktail, eight chocolate chip cookies, celery, and a glass of Compari on the rocks. I have been studying my flash cards and reading over stuff. My brain is so all over the place. It is crazy. I can't just sit down and study one subject. I jump all over the place from gross to embryology to micro to biochem and then back to something else. Then for fun, throw in a mathematical proof of the Henderson-Hasselbach equation. Why not?
I went into the lab tonight for a "mock" practical exam. It was alright. Alot of the tags had been clumsily pulled off by other, less dextrous students than myself. Probably the orthopedists. Those fuckers pull on everything to see how well it is attached. There is an old joke about orthopedists: How do you hide a one-hundred dollar bill from an orthopod? Put it in one of their textbooks. How do you hide one from a dentist? It can't be done. You get the picture.
The practical was also cool because I got to look at other people's bodies. There is one that died in a car accident, and whoever treated her was nice enough to replace half of her face with modeling clay. Which would work if she wasn't black. So she looked strange. Someone stole my dissection kit too, which is bullshit. So I have to buy a new one. I am going to get one that is in a soft case that fits in my pocket, so that nobody can run off with it again. At seventeen bucks apiece, I can't afford to be getting a new one every week.
Tomorrow I wrap up the studying and get into the relaxation/seclusion mode before the test. Like any performer, it is good to just be by yourself for the time before the big show, just to get your head straight. So it will be just me and my raisin bran and Ovaltine on Tuesday morning. I will be ready for it.