Holy F%$#ing F#@*!

Hands down, heme/onc was the hardest test of my med school career thus far. I barely passed. It didn't help that I was seated near the hot guy and got totally distracted every 11 seconds. Just glad its over. And for the record, I will NOT be going into oncology (aka the most B-O-R-I-N-G specialty ever).

Are you asking me if I like to water ski?

Yesterday was our sexual history taking session at the standardized patient clinic. While reviewing the prep handouts, I notice a section broken into categories "safe" sexual behaviors, "risky" and "dangerous". Most of the things seem like run of the mill stuff. Oral sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, blah blah.

And then, I shit you not, it says "water sports" and in parentheses (activities with urine). Then, to further gross you out, it has subcategories of "internal" and "external" water sports. Um, ewe?

So of course, we get put in groups of 4 and assigned our questions to ask the SP. First guy gets the introduction and HPI, second guy gets to ask about recreational drug use, third guy gets to do "education"... and me? I get assigned the sexual activity questions. Typical. Who, what, where, which direction, how many times, yada yada. Good thing I'm not easily embarrassed.

The Flu

Yay! Got the flu right before my Neoplasia Block exam. For which I am not even done studying yet. Ugh.

Update on MCAT Prep

So I decided not to do it. Despite being broke. I got hired and immediately had to decline. I talked to a bunch of friends, and most of them said the amount of unpaid prep time is not worth the semi-decent hourly rate you get while actually teaching. So I figured being really broke (current status) is better than being semi-broke and stressed about having to prep for MCAT teaching.

There is NO better combination...

Than Emergency Medicine and Wine Tasting. Which is exactly what I got to do last week. The EM interest group had a cocktail party and a wine tasting. Of course, the EM doc with the winery was there, plus a bunch of EM junkies from both local med schools. Seriously, there is nothing better than sipping wine and chatting about the Syrah/Grenache blend and a cool bilateral degloving we saw last week from a garbage truck accident. Yay!

On Sh&*^ING Where You Eat

Personally, I've always been against it. You know, dating someone I work with or go to school with, etc. Maybe, possibly, (ok likely) I'd make an exception for Clive Owen if we worked together (or maybe one med student... not naming names), but my general policy is to avoid it at all costs. But, like many things in life, you cannot plan everything.

When I met Eli (Mr. Psychiatrist) he was working at a different school, and I was not yet a medical student. So dating him didn't seem to fall into the above category. Little did I know that just three years later he and I would both be studying to become physicians at the same school. Little did I know that we would break up. Little did I know that he would eventually start dating another physician at our school that I would get to walk out of a lecture and run smack into (practically). Luckily I doubt she knows who I am and I only recognized her bc of the name on her coat.

If that doesn't build the case for expanding your dating pool, I don't know what does. Like I said, I'm now into astronauts. Or maybe firefighters. I mean, seriously, have you EVER seen a firefighter that wasn't hot? In the US firefighters seem to be the equivalent of the Italian Carabineiri Police force. Being hot is like a pre-req. Now, to find one that has more of a personality than a hairbrush and an IQ over 70. Hmmm.