#throwback

E. and I were talking on the phone a few nights ago and he was telling me about how the barista at the hospital knows his order off by heart - one morning, another doctor volunteered to go on a coffee run for the team and when she asked E. what he wanted, he was like "Oh, just tell the barista whatever E. normally gets - she'll know what it is".

I told him that I did not expect a skater shoe, jeans wearing eighteen year old E. to turn into a long black drinking hipster.

This is a perfect example of investing in something and reaping massive interest.



Side note: it's only been the second week of public health and I hate medicine.

#justanothernote

I think I may have found my aisle song: Hunger - Ross Copperman.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the heartbreaking scene between Damon and Elena in the season finale of season 6. By the way Shonda Rhimes, that is how you write a character off a show.

In other news, it has been five days into our public health run and I have learnt only one thing: that it is possible to hate public health more than I originally did. In fact, I kind of just want to run off into the sunset with half my medical degree complete.

I actually spent the entire day today writing my ethics essay and it's a sad day when I would much rather be doing ethics than medicine. Sidebar - my ethics essay kicks ass. I have to give credit to Dr. B for choosing such a poignant book for the class to read and discuss - for all disillusioned medical students who don't think true (and unforced) cultural competency is a thing (especially in New Zealand), I would recommend reading The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman. It will challenge your view.


Side note: I think I'm almost ready. For the first time in years, I think I might be finally okay. And you have no idea how liberating it is to simply no longer give a single fuck. Almost.

#whatwecallmedschool

Observing a colonoscopy today and thought that the colonic mucosa looked a bit like a cinnamon scroll.

I am craving cinnamon scrolls now.

#heybigspender

I should probably admit that I have a Karen Walker obsession problem. I now own three items - a top and two dresses with exactly the same print.

I should probably stop spending and I don't know...

... start saving for my wedding?

#bbuzz

So I discovered that I am not alone and that several of my female classmates also have similar unrequited crushes on said neurology consultant. Yesterday (just as we had finished the conversation about him), we wandered down to the cafe to get coffee, lo and behold, he was standing there talking away to another doctor. When we went up to order, he actually stopped his conversation and acknowledged us as "his students".

B buzz indeed. We have coined a new phrase.