Results of my blood test were inconclusive - I don't have hypo/hyperthyroidism, but the status of the thing growing on it is still undetermined. Back for another round of doc appointments this week. EEG results also still not in... and yes, I continue to shake.
One more week until MCAT scores, too - so I'm just a bundle of nerves.
The summer session for the research has also begun, which means I am back in the middle of training college students on how to do clinical research. In other words - Hell. I do start a class this week, though, that should be interesting. It's a medical decision making class. Since I also took the summer off from grad school, I thought this would be a good way to keep my mind occupied.
At some point this week, I need to finish my AAMCAS application. You wouldn't know that I've had 5 years to get this shit done already by the way everything is getting backed up and put off for days at a time. Jesus. Now I know why they say the hardest part of medical school is getting in.
Posted by LA at June 07, 2004 11:21 PM | TrackBackI'm glad your OK. Could I have the name of your Doctors. I think I need to get my F'n head examined. I think it's full of rocks or hammers or it could just be empty. I know it's blond that's one problem. But I think theirs more to it then that.
Posted by: Chrissy on June 8, 2004 02:07 PMJust popped in to check out your site- sorry to hear of your medical scare but I'll keep a good thought for you.
Nice site- so good to read someone who can write with a little flair mixed with medical terminology.
Cheers-
Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his boots?
He asked for help and she could see why. With her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn't want to go on.
When the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost whimpered when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked and sure enough, they were.
It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on --this time on the right feet. He then announced,
"These aren't my boots." She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream,"Why didn't you say so?" like she wanted to.
Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off. He then said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear them."
She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She mustered up the grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.
She said, "Now, where are your mittens?"
He said, "I stuffed them in the toes of my boots..."
Her trial starts next week.
HAPPY TEACHING !
Thanks, karen!
Posted by: LA on June 9, 2004 12:19 PM