Monday, June 20. 2005
One More Week!
On another, non-med school, note: I'd like to congratulate my Dad (or you could say I'd like to give props to my pops) for getting one of his paintings admitted to a gallery in the Washington, D.C. area. He is part of an art league that holds classes and has their own gallery space in the Torpedo Factory in Old Town, Alexandria. Each month their members can submit artwork to be placed in their gallery. A panel of judges pick from hundreds of pieces submitted each month. So he will have one of his paintings displayed thru June. Here's a really bad camera phone picture of his watercolor:
Here are also two pictures (in charcoal) he has done of my Mom. He plans on doing a third to submit for the Torpedo Gallery.
And on a final note: after I take the boards on Monday the 27th I will be going back to Northern VA to visit my Dad, celebrate a belated Father's Day, see his painting up in the gallery, and pick up my dog. Oh, and also to eat in the GREATEST Thai resaurant ever. I've overheard people at this place tell the chef/waiter/owner that they have lived in Thailand and this is the best Thai food they've ever had. Randall has expressed interest in driving up to eat dinner there and my Dad has given the green light for people to crash at our house. So I was thinking maybe Tuesday the 28th? I'll see if we can get a few people up there b/c the more people at the table the greater variety of dishes we can share! Just let me know.
Wilson, I hope you're settling back in ok. Post some pics when you get a chance to let us know what it's like out there!
day in the life
june 20. 2005. 7:02 pm. Surfing the web @ panara bread on the corner of 21st and Colley in Norfolk, VA.
Let me begin my blogging career by mentioning that Chan rocks. Not only did he just set us up w/ this most excellent system, but he is just a great dude all around. One of the most loyal and enjoyable friends I've ever had. In addition, he is the only private citizen I know who has his own personal orbiting satellite/camera (uhhhh, i hope that isn't classified info, randall???), and he let me commandeer it for a couple of hours to take this photo. I must say I was surprised to see that countries are actually labeled when you see them from space. I guess I always assumed that cartographers added the titles later. huh.
A few thoughts on ending 3rd year of Medical School. Tomorrow morning I will wake up to the 3-tone ring of my palm pilot, about 2 hours earlier than I want to wake up, jump in the shower, as usual, eat a bowl or two of meuslix, as usual, don my scrubs, clogs, white coat (more like a light gray these days), sling my stethoscope 'round my neck, and off we go. We'll round, first myself, then my resident, then her resident, then the whole team with our attending physician. There will be times when I feel like a doctor, when my attending will ask me to interpret a chest XRAY, and my entire team will stare with mouths agape in disbelief as I pick up a subtle finding (hmmmm, looks like we've got a pneumothorax here). I will stand a bit taller in that moment, tighten the rope of my scrub pants, adjust my pager, and gleam like a newly minted penny. And as all good things must come to an end, in a few minutes my senior will bid me recall the mechanism of action of some random drug, and I'll swear internally, "I have hated biochem, I am hating biochem, I will be hating biochem"... then I'll stand with my mouth agape and a blank look on my face, hoping the compassionate intern will whisper the answer from behind my interrogator. If she as also hates biochem, which I entirely expect, since she seems a sane and rational person, then I fall again into the mire of ignorance, perhaps to the delight of my smirking interrogator. This is a day in the life. And as Randall has recently reminded me, tommorrow is the last such day... the last day of our general medical education. Trippy.
