<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:41:45.104-08:00</updated><category term='Med School Application'/><category term='Life Advice'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='About Ella'/><category term='Pre-Med Advice'/><category term='Specialties'/><category term='My Future'/><category term='The Funnies'/><category term='Osteopathy'/><category term='Be a good human'/><category term='Emergency Medicine'/><category term='Alternative Medical School Options'/><category term='Healthcare'/><category term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><category term='First Year Advice'/><category term='Med School Debt'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='How to Become a Doctor'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Perks in Medicine'/><category term='Clerkship Hell'/><category term='Letters of Recommendation'/><category term='First Experiences'/><category term='Dr. R'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Elevators'/><category term='Thoughts on Medicine'/><category term='MCAT'/><category term='Crazy Patients'/><category term='Dr. KH'/><title type='text'>The Journey to an MD .........and Beyond</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey through medical school, thoughts on medicine, ethics, specialties, pre-med perils, and advice for those who want to do the same.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>466</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-520389476020589245</id><published>2012-01-26T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:33:34.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thought</title><content type='html'>So I'm liking peds. A lot. Especially peds genetics. Which I have always liked. But until now I hadn't really seriously considered going into peds. I have to admit I'm tempted by the chill lifestyle, the nice people, patients that actually get better, and playing with babies all day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today all of that changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a 3 year old for worsening asthma. And sick he was. Definitely in respiratory distress. Breathing hard but he wasn't dying in the next 5 minutes. Maybe a couple more days like this and he'd be toast. But not this minute. My attending admitted him and they sent an ambulance for transport. Ok, no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, folks, you'd have thought that aliens attacked the White House. People in the clinic were excited. Like really excited. Including the attendings. So I asked... "is this considered a lot of excitement for y'all?" To which I was told, "Yeah!!! Thats the most excitement we've had in years."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. Maybe it isn't the place for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-520389476020589245?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/520389476020589245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-second-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/520389476020589245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/520389476020589245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-second-thought.html' title='On second thought'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2602710169957317655</id><published>2012-01-25T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:21:13.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The babies</title><content type='html'>are making my ovaries do jumping jacks. which is sooooooo not what i need to be thinking about right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god. i'm going to be too old for babies soon. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2602710169957317655?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2602710169957317655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2602710169957317655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2602710169957317655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html' title='The babies'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7622274333155431586</id><published>2012-01-25T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:09:14.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>Foot in Mouth Disease</title><content type='html'>fFriday my attending is taking me to work a juvenile detention center clinic. And today we were discussing logistics. Where to meet, what to bring, etc. And then he said this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just don't wear anything cute or sexy. What you are wearing right now is perfect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7622274333155431586?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7622274333155431586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/foot-in-mouth-disease.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7622274333155431586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7622274333155431586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/foot-in-mouth-disease.html' title='Foot in Mouth Disease'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7492842352455623622</id><published>2012-01-24T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:02:16.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD worse than me....</title><content type='html'>Holy smokes. So today I was on Peds ID. Which was pretty cool. But my attending, whew. I mean, she is smart. Really smart. But she talks a million miles an hour and is an ADHD mess! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is on phone call A. On a land line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her cell rings. She looks at it, hands her cell phone to me, and says "Can you just tell her I'll call her back?"... as if she totally knew the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "sure", pick up the phone and say to the woman, "Hi this is Dr So-n-so's phone. She asked me to tell you that she'll call you right back. Is that ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty minutes later after she gets off the phone, she looks at me and says "Well? Who was it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like "uh, duh, I thought you knew who it was.... duh...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7492842352455623622?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7492842352455623622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-worse-than-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7492842352455623622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7492842352455623622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-worse-than-me.html' title='ADD worse than me....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8996732837263417836</id><published>2012-01-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:07:04.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>Peds. Who knew med school could be... gasp... fun? No one yelling at you or pimping you or making you get to work early and stay late. Excuses are accepted. You can get time off for a wedding. Seriously. I swear. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started out on NICU which admittedly was a little boring. But then moved to Well-Baby where I got to play with dozens of happy, healthy, newborns. Now I'm on a variety of clinics, including genetics clinic... which is really cool. And next Friday I'm heading out with one of my attendings for a rural juvenile detention center to run a clinic day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8996732837263417836?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8996732837263417836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-place-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8996732837263417836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8996732837263417836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-place-on-earth.html' title='Happy Place on Earth'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2521679089178172280</id><published>2012-01-15T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:08:58.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>WMFS?</title><content type='html'>This totally non-politically correct conversation took place between me and one of my attendings regarding a patient who was being difficult about a special supplement that she needed for her infant but didn't want to pay literally pennies for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;ME: What was that all about? We're talking about $2.99. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Attending: Oh, she has WMFS syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;ME: WMFS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Attending: Yeah. "Where's my free shit?" syndrome. Its rampant in these parts if you haven't noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, unfortunately. I've noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2521679089178172280?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2521679089178172280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/wmfs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2521679089178172280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2521679089178172280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/wmfs.html' title='WMFS?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-342826629787441686</id><published>2012-01-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:39:45.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So like I said. Last 2 months has been awful. And I don't want to blog about it. I think I'm starting to feel a little better. Maybe. Hopefully. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To catch you up on the med school aspect of my life, Step One is over. Passed. Yay! Currently on my Peds rotation, which is overall a fun and happy place. Got to do some ED work in a rural area with my favorite attending recently, so that was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been contemplating life. A lot. I love being in medicine. But that is about the only thing in my life that seems to be good or that makes any sense at all. And sometimes I wonder if its enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-342826629787441686?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/342826629787441686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/update.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/342826629787441686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/342826629787441686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2012/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-994852797381387698</id><published>2011-12-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:53:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it's been a pretty rough month in my personal life. As indicated by my non-blogging self. I'll get back with you all in a couple weeks when I sort it all out and get my head straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*non-school related...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-994852797381387698?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/994852797381387698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-miss-you-too.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/994852797381387698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/994852797381387698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-miss-you-too.html' title='I miss you too'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-573899161439125062</id><published>2011-11-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:48:11.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Future'/><title type='text'>Rural Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A reader sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/23/health/policy/23doctors.html?_r=1"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt; from the New York Times. Which prompted me to write on a topic I've been thinking about for the last six months or so.  Regarding my plan after medical school. Academic medicine. Private practice. Working for a private hospital. Or saying eff the world and packing it up to some rural county with no doctors for 300 miles. I don't know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time I think Academic Medicine is not for me. However... unless you are HIGHLY self motivated.... that teaching element is what keeps you current, fresh and sharp. I just hate so much academic political bs and bureaucracy. The turf wars. The unfair decisions made without regard to merit. Not that that doesn't happen everywhere to some extent. But in academic institutions its the worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the idea of private practice. Ok. Not happening, since I want to do EM and I'm not interested in opening some urgent care center somewhere. Not to mention I don't want the pressure of having to run a business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Private Hospital. Lots of money. Cushy schedule usually. May or may not have residents to alleviate the workload. Patient disease processes are usually less diverse because the population generally has private insurance, and is a more affluent demographic in general. Which in my opinion is a negative. However, this might not matter as much in EM or Anesthesiology. I mean, sedation is sedation and an emergency is an emergency. Right? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that leaves my rural option. I grew up in a tiny town of less than 4,000 people. My entire life all I could focus on was getting the eff out and doing something bigger and better. I've lived in DC, Boston, Phoenix, Miami, San Diego, and LA since then. Maybe it's time to give up the city. I don't know. I know I would love to stay in or at least near the city I am now. That would be my ultimate dream. But what about living an hour or three out? Working a week rurally and three here? Or six months out, six months in. Would I be happy out there? I have absolutely no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-573899161439125062?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/573899161439125062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/11/rural-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/573899161439125062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/573899161439125062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/11/rural-thoughts.html' title='Rural Thoughts'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1616278114378731634</id><published>2011-11-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:06:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Comment From A Reader ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c8125660524610553360" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-8125660524610553360" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I can’t believe my luck in finding your blog in such a timely manner. I’m a college freshman, dead set on med school, and I’d already adopted the "pre-med mindset" (all work--no play, major in chemistry, 40 on MCAT or DIE, etc) when I read your “advice to pre-meds” section. Screw my major. I hate chemistry and there’s no way I want to spend four years studying it. Screw all the pre health clubs. Screw it all .I’m majoring in political science because I love it, I’m volunteering at medical clinics in Honduras because I’m passionate about helping people in rural and underserved areas. I’m not going to bust my chops to win a research grant that I couldn’t be less interested in. Hell no. I’m going to spend the next four years learning things I’m interested in, helping in ways I feel count, and not worrying about impressing med schools with things I don’t give a damn about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be a doctor more than anything, but I refuse to sacrifice my personal joy and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your insights. Thanks for being honest about your journey. Reading your blog has lifted a load I didn’t know was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1616278114378731634?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1616278114378731634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-comment-from-reader.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1616278114378731634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1616278114378731634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-comment-from-reader.html' title='Best Comment From A Reader ....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4051540136583699804</id><published>2011-10-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:01:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolp...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the big day. Sink or Swim. Hope it goes well. Incidentally, it is also my nephew's 1st birthday so maybe that will be good luck. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4051540136583699804?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4051540136583699804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wolp.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4051540136583699804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4051540136583699804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wolp.html' title='Wolp...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8118361254261041760</id><published>2011-10-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:42:58.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>Med Student Texting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(from my resident) Hey sorry you didn't get to eat today. Or yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(from classmate) FUCK I overslept. Just tell them I'll be there asap ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(from me) Are you fucking crazy? i'm not telling them anything.  just get here. they don't even know you exist. 7th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;(from B1) saw my first C-section today.... nurse got sliced. straight up shanked with a blade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(from classmate) shit! what's the blood supply to the thyroid? no time to look it up. text me asap. Dr. X is going to kick my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(from classmate at 9:45am) hurry up let's get breakfast [cafeteria closes for breakfast at 10:00am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(from me) he freakin' knows I'm hungry and he's keeping me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(from me at 10:01) he just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(classmate) ass! totally did that on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;(from a classmate) ok seriously, my resident is making me babysit the intern. this is a fucking joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(from me to my resident) hey i just checked Mr K's labs and his glucose is 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(from my resident) does he look like he's dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(me) well no not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;(resident) .......[no answer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;(from me) hey, Mrs N isn't in her bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;(from the resident) what? she's 93 and in restraints! she better be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;(me) she's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;(resident) find her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(from resident) where are you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(me) we're um.... practicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(resident) jesus. practicing what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(me) do you really want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(resident) yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(me) we're giving each other IV's in the pre-op supply room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(resident) don't tell me that shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;(from resident) if you get me a cheeseburger from the cafeteria you can go home early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;(me) done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(from my attending) you think I'm gay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(from me) huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(attending) the resident said you guys think I'm gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(from me) oh. um, no that was classmate X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(from me) but just FYI, I'll still like you if you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;(from him) god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8118361254261041760?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8118361254261041760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/med-student-texting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8118361254261041760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8118361254261041760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/med-student-texting.html' title='Med Student Texting'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8290110222308875273</id><published>2011-10-09T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:01:25.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the Neurocysticercosis Thing Worked</title><content type='html'>Got honors in Radiology. Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(though I'm guessing they probs give Honors to anyone breathing in rads) lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8290110222308875273?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8290110222308875273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/guess-neurocysticercosis-thing-worked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8290110222308875273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8290110222308875273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/guess-neurocysticercosis-thing-worked.html' title='Guess the Neurocysticercosis Thing Worked'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2605662623624781230</id><published>2011-10-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:53:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the First Time in My Life</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly lucky to be surrounded by friends. Not friends that live far away. Not childhood friends that I barely talk to. Not friends that I see once in a while and are in reality just acquaintances. Real friends. Classmates, girlfriends, neighbors, mentors, boys to date, and those rare few people that you love with every ounce of your soul. I have quite a few here in this city. And I know that makes me incredibly lucky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically loving Lolo, Rica, Dr J, neighbor boy and his family, MB, B1, B2, and AMH. I love you all very much and this wouldn't be worth it without you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2605662623624781230?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2605662623624781230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-first-time-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2605662623624781230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2605662623624781230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-first-time-in-my-life.html' title='For the First Time in My Life'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7509819836773939200</id><published>2011-10-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:03:47.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>In Stitches by Dr. Anthony Youn ~ a review</title><content type='html'>Somehow during my surgery rotation I managed to read a book. So it goes without saying that it was a fun read.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is written by a Korean-American, Chicago-based plastic surgeon about his journey in medical school and the uncertainties and pressures he faced throughout the process. While his experience was drastically different than mine, it was fascinating to read about the role that pressure from his family played in shaping his medical career... and really his entire life. This is an issue I've been lucky to escape yet I know many many pre-meds and med students out there deal with these outside factors every day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless... the book is a riot. They guy spends just as much time trying to get ladies as he does studying... and somehow manages to make the entire process of becoming a physician storyteller worthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find an excerpt on this link &lt;a href="http://www.institchesbook.com/excerpts/in-stitches-book-excerpt-3-christmas-from-hell"&gt;In Stitches (an excerpt)&lt;/a&gt; . Check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7509819836773939200?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7509819836773939200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-stitches-by-dr-anthony-youn-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7509819836773939200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7509819836773939200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-stitches-by-dr-anthony-youn-review.html' title='In Stitches by Dr. Anthony Youn ~ a review'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2465535434460319169</id><published>2011-10-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:42:36.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Med Advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Advice'/><title type='text'>If you don't believe me...</title><content type='html'>(about the last post).... try this exercise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write down every "bad" thing in your life. All of them. Divorces. Arrests. Losing a loved one. Breakups. Failed classes. Financial Ruin. Whatever you got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then systematically eliminate every one of them, and how you wouldn't be where you are today. It might not be intuitively obvious. But really think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example.... (hypothetically)... if you got pregnant at 15, you might feel trapped or at least held back from some of your goals by having a child so early. But delineate it a bit. Were you promiscuous and having a child slowed you down and helped you focus on more productive things? Did having a child at 16 help you develop a better relationship with your parents? Or maybe it got you away from people who weren't healthy for you? Or maybe its something as simple as having a child that early brought you much needed joy and the motivation to do something better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you got arrested for drug possession. Maybe it was a turning point. Maybe it saved you from a life of dependent drug use. Maybe it pushed you to help others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A failed class? Or failed out of college? Maybe you are cosmically supposed to be focusing your talents elsewhere. Or maybe you had a better, more inspiring professor the next time you took the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divorcing the love of your life? Perhaps you developed other friendships that enriched your life more than your marriage. Or you were free to explore the world or a career you couldn't have otherwise managed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really think about it, you can do this. And if you can't think of any good things that came from the bad experiences, my bet is that you haven't yet learned the lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2465535434460319169?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2465535434460319169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-dont-believe-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2465535434460319169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2465535434460319169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-dont-believe-me.html' title='If you don&apos;t believe me...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1034598531888410314</id><published>2011-10-06T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:22:02.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Med Advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Advice'/><title type='text'>Connecting the Dots</title><content type='html'>So I've tried to make this point before. But I've never been able to convey it as eloquently or as effectively as Steve Jobs did in his commencement speech at Stanford. If you haven't seen it, do watch it. He discusses how in life you can retrospectively connect the dots and derive meaning from the sequence of your experiences... though the significance of every event is not able to be seen prospectively. Meaning you can't look forward and see how the event in your life will lead you to your ultimate goal. You just have to TRUST. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certainly thus far this is 100% true in my life, and I would bet yours as well. If my parents had been richer, I would not have had such a circuitous route to college and med school. Possibly I'd have missed out on work experiences that propelled me towards medicine. If I'd not dropped out of college at 19 I may have never worked as a firefighter and never developed my passion for emergency medicine. If I'd have gotten into med school the first time I'd applied I'd have likely gone to a school that didn't fit my personality... and I certainly wouldn't have gotten my masters degree in tropical medicine.... an aspect of medicine I know I want to incorporate into my career somehow. If I'd married a boy that asked me, or if I'd stayed with one that broke my heart... I wouldn't be here today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point being? Relax. Just keep going, keep working towards your goal, and trust that the delays, the failures, and the diversions are all part of the big picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1034598531888410314?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1034598531888410314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/connecting-dots.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1034598531888410314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1034598531888410314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/10/connecting-dots.html' title='Connecting the Dots'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2351586225728938585</id><published>2011-09-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:40:35.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hungry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pasta, Peas, and Pesto with home-made pesto and home-made mayonnaise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUko_RaN-rc/ToYavsxIVdI/AAAAAAAAARI/2pPzJxzvd60/s1600/pasta%2Bpeas%2Band%2Bpesto.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUko_RaN-rc/ToYavsxIVdI/AAAAAAAAARI/2pPzJxzvd60/s400/pasta%2Bpeas%2Band%2Bpesto.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239388611007954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belgian Endive with Chevre and Turkish Figs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9wOj0xU98E/ToYavpQCLGI/AAAAAAAAARA/XhXPGf2bbr0/s1600/endive.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9wOj0xU98E/ToYavpQCLGI/AAAAAAAAARA/XhXPGf2bbr0/s400/endive.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239387666885730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blueberry Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxB5TpmPJ_s/ToYab_1AWKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Q_afKBtgBQ/s1600/blueberry%2Bpie3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxB5TpmPJ_s/ToYab_1AWKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Q_afKBtgBQ/s400/blueberry%2Bpie3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239050130151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanut Butter Cup Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIFfFEpz-Sw/ToYabuZfYbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GBNuOW21ml8/s1600/peanut%2Bbutter%2Bcup%2Bcookies.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIFfFEpz-Sw/ToYabuZfYbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GBNuOW21ml8/s400/peanut%2Bbutter%2Bcup%2Bcookies.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239045451342258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broccoli Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyUZ3a6OtcI/ToYabUd6nGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OMNxirWwxT4/s1600/broccoli%2Bsalad.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyUZ3a6OtcI/ToYabUd6nGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OMNxirWwxT4/s400/broccoli%2Bsalad.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239038490582114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grilled Eggplant Sandwiches with Broiled Tomatoes and Feta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8db5SZhKOmc/ToYabII1HOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l5llHmWzi88/s1600/Eggplant%2Bsandwiches.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8db5SZhKOmc/ToYabII1HOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l5llHmWzi88/s400/Eggplant%2Bsandwiches.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658239035180915938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2351586225728938585?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2351586225728938585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/hungry.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2351586225728938585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2351586225728938585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/hungry.html' title='Hungry?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUko_RaN-rc/ToYavsxIVdI/AAAAAAAAARI/2pPzJxzvd60/s72-c/pasta%2Bpeas%2Band%2Bpesto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1265333210836507012</id><published>2011-09-27T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:37:32.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Experiences'/><title type='text'>My First Patient</title><content type='html'>Somehow I managed to never write about her...but this story is a must.  This happened way back in May on my first day of Internal Medicine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Scene:&lt;/span&gt; 1st day. My resident tells me to go into room 19 in the ED and take a full H&amp;amp;P on Violet. He's smirking a bit to the ER nurse, who (nicely) pulls me aside and gives me a quick heads up on what to expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Nurse:&lt;/span&gt; (to the side) So she's um sorta naked in there and a bit out of it. Just to warn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Resident:&lt;/span&gt; (laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, seriously, what is the deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Resident&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing. Just go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; (FML)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I suck it up and walk in. And I'm met with.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;VAGINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; LEGS UP IN THE AIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;NAKED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;SPREAD EAGLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(and add a few hemorrhoids...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Add to that she can not even speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mutter an uncomfortable "Oh I forgot something. I'll be right back" to the husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Me to my Resident&lt;/span&gt;: You know this is my first day, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Resident:&lt;/span&gt; She's crazy. I'm calling psych. Just go. Do your best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Round 2: &lt;/span&gt;I take the H&amp;amp;P. I do the physical. I ignore the vagina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an hour of all that, I actually make my first diagnosis. Which happened to be correct. Hepatic Encephalopathy. The legs up in the air? Posturing. Clinical sign of encephalopathy. She wasn't "crazy" and got better after 2 days of lactulose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, folks, was pretty much my one and only day of feeling like a complete rock star. Kinda been downhill from there, lol. But, great none-the-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1265333210836507012?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1265333210836507012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-patient.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1265333210836507012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1265333210836507012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-patient.html' title='My First Patient'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7366562198885054566</id><published>2011-09-27T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:04:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some VERY nice things my readers have said about my blog. Thank you all for reading and sending me emails! It means a lot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My one way relationship with your blog has been longer (and arguably better) than my last two serious girlfriends combined. In short, it is a pleasure to read your stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was starting to think that maybe I was getting too old and that it was too late. Thanks for showing me that it can be done with perseverance and strength. I am really excited about the years to come as I continue my goal of getting into medical school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just started reading your blog and have managed to read most of it in 1 day...THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm in the midst of applying to DO schools and I seriously have to hold back vomit when I look at my grades and then compare it to those damn gunners on SDN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So as I was going through your blog posts, I became more hopeful as I read about your experience and those of the people who shared with you their individual journeys. It reminded me that not all doctors go in with perfect records and applicants who demonstrate substantial life experience will likely be successful once they get accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for the hard work you put into maintaining a meaninful blog and for helping to re-ignite the spark of hope that was nearly snuffed out by a few early rejections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I constantly think about the uncertainty and the many failures and successes that will be sprinkled in my path.  Sometimes its hard to see past the obstacles.  But then reading your blog made me feel less alone in the world.  Clearly you are years advanced in your goal then I am, but to know that these struggles are shared throughout the medical community helps ease some of my burden, and I only hope that I can be a medical student in the years to come.  I have found your blog insightful, uplifting, truthful and a snapshot into what I will encounter.  For that, I deeply thank you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7366562198885054566?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7366562198885054566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-very-nice-things-my-readers-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7366562198885054566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7366562198885054566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-very-nice-things-my-readers-have.html' title='Some VERY nice things my readers have said about my blog. Thank you all for reading and sending me emails! It means a lot!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5282818225889022829</id><published>2011-09-23T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:09:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I can officially say....</title><content type='html'>That the absolute WORST time for a GI virus to kick in is 3 minutes before you are supposed to present to a roomful of soon-to-be and current physicians.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT SUCKED! But I toughed it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5282818225889022829?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5282818225889022829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-i-can-officially-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5282818225889022829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5282818225889022829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-i-can-officially-say.html' title='Well I can officially say....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2689611317025012837</id><published>2011-09-21T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:13:22.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An "oh shit" moment</title><content type='html'>Me, being proactive and interested (and stupid) in my radiology project when most no one else gives a shit and just steals their shit off the internet for an uber easy presentation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ella: Hey Dr. P! I'd like to do my project on Neurocysticercosis. Have you seen any images come through in recent years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Dr. P: Why Sure! I've got some stuff right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ella: Oh wow, you've got books on the topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ella: Oh wow! You actually (gulp) wrote these books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;(in thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;: F&amp;amp;@#ing way to go, dumbass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2689611317025012837?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2689611317025012837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-shit-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2689611317025012837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2689611317025012837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-shit-moment.html' title='An &quot;oh shit&quot; moment'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8130666459968814290</id><published>2011-09-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:13:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery is O-V-E-R</title><content type='html'>Passed my surgery shelf so there is no effing possible way in hell that I will have to do that ever again for even one minute!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for every other wonderful specialty in medicine! (ah-hem... EM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8130666459968814290?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8130666459968814290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/surgery-is-o-v-e-r.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8130666459968814290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8130666459968814290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/surgery-is-o-v-e-r.html' title='Surgery is O-V-E-R'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6286788745470061310</id><published>2011-09-20T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:14:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Interesting Things</title><content type='html'>1) a doc i know told me he took the MCAT 4 times. scoring 19, 20, 24, and 28&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) another (different than #1) doc told me he applied to medical school 12 times. 12????? do they even allow that? granted that was a while back 20+ years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) a VERY coveted fellowship in a top specialty was recently given to an acquaintance of mine. who also failed step I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) a doctor god that I know was actually fired from his first residency. he's now head of an ICU in an Ivy League hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point being?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost anything is recoverable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6286788745470061310?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6286788745470061310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-interesting-things.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6286788745470061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6286788745470061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-interesting-things.html' title='A few Interesting Things'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8666183750655379575</id><published>2011-09-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:45:41.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Kimberly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;1) Name (fake or real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;med student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Went to college directly out of high school, was accepted into a joint program between my school and a local medical school. Was on track for the program until the end of my junior year (was required to take the MCAT and score a 24, scored a 20), dropped out of the program. Graduated....studied for the MCAT and took some graduate science classes at a local school. HATED IT. Scored a 20 on the MCAT again. Got frustrated with life, applied to an MPH program and moved to FL. Loved my program, studied for the MCAT AGAIN, went to Ecuador...got scores back... 19. Decided to apply to Caribbean schools...got accepted to Ross University SOM and started January of this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I've always been interested in medicine...I just took the excruciating route to finally get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Single, no kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;3 times is NOT the charm. Looking back, I did not have the correct study habits for the MCAT...I was used to just knowing things by going over it a few times. It wasn't until I got to med school that I finally understood that I had to put in some serious effort. Wish I had understood that back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;SO MANY!!! MCAT scores and finances probably top my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Definately MD. No other reason other than I always practiced writing my name Kimberly, MD, MPH. It looks amazing! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;10) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Don't underestimate yourself. Even if you are not a great test taker, limited on funds...whatever, if you are dedicated and truly want this...there is a way. Also, don't turn your nose down to Carribean schools (like I did at first). The Big 4 (SGU, Ross, AUC, Saba) offer you the opportunity to let your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8666183750655379575?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8666183750655379575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/kimberly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8666183750655379575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8666183750655379575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/kimberly.html' title='Kimberly'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8203863872836785719</id><published>2011-09-20T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:49:04.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I have the cutest dog ever... (not biased)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvF0znR-6Fk/TnjD-wa1U2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/r7Fpts5BLvA/s1600/luke922.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvF0znR-6Fk/TnjD-wa1U2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/r7Fpts5BLvA/s400/luke922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654484815080412002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8203863872836785719?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8203863872836785719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-i-have-cutest-dog-ever-not-biased.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8203863872836785719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8203863872836785719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-i-have-cutest-dog-ever-not-biased.html' title='Yes, I have the cutest dog ever... (not biased)'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvF0znR-6Fk/TnjD-wa1U2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/r7Fpts5BLvA/s72-c/luke922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5420874891424895943</id><published>2011-09-19T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:05:19.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Rhonda (sorry I didn't post this before!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            29&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            pre-med&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            I am a paralegal right now, I got an Associate’s Degree in Legal Studies/Paralegal, and thought I’d follow the path of Law straight into law school, except I don’t like it and I keep being pulled back onto the Pre-Med path.  I’ve changed my major about a million times trying to find something that I like and I always end up back on the Pre-Med track.  Right now I am like a 8th year Senior at my University majoring in Biology.  I’m also getting the credits required to teach Biology, just in case this whole Doctor thing doesn’t work out.  My fascination with Biology will probably be helpful in the classroom as well.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            I’m in love with the thought of being a doctor.  I have always been on the line but finally my fiancé of all people told me to just go for it, but to have a back-up plan…just in case.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            Engaged, 1 son he’s 9 (10 this summer)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            No experience yet.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            What isn’t a hurdle?  Time and money mostly.  I have to work full time in order to support our household, so I don’t have a lot of free time to volunteer or do things that I normally would, I volunteer as much as I can.  I’m just hoping that it’s enough.  The money thing well that’s just that school is expensive and even though I get financial aid and loans eventually I will have to pay all of that back and I’m trying to be smart about it.  I would love to find a different more flexible job but I wouldn’t make enough money and I have really good benefits for my son and myself.  I also have to overcome some black marks on my transcripts, although since I committed to the Pre-Med route I have nothing below a B, and that’s a rare occasion that it’s below an A. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            I’m going to apply to both.  There are a few DO schools that I like.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            Focus on one thing at a time. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            Just stay positive.  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line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;color:lime;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Age (real age please) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pre-med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was planning to become a doctor when I was in high school, but my dad got cancer and died right before my senior year.  I was a little burned out on the medical scene at that point, and I just wanted to survive.  So I graduated early and focused on anything BUT science and math.  I graduated from college with a degree in English Education and have been working as a teacher since then.  Right now, I'm working from home as a full-time online English teacher while caring for my kids and going to school "on the side" for pre-med requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What propelled you to switch into the medical field? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just couldn't shake the drive to become a doctor.  I've dealt with my grief issues, and I've grown up.  It's time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Married to my childhood sweetheart... we've got three amazing kids.  Eli is 4, Isaac is 2, and Selah is 8 months.  We're busy at our ouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No experience with the MCAT, and I'm not really that scared.  Not that I think it will be a breeze... I just know I can do it if I work hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Biggest hurdle getting to med school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Biggest hurdle = money.  Isn't that always the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm planning to go MD, but I'm keeping my options open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10) Um... I don't know if I'm in a position to give advice.  But I do always encourage people to get to know themselves and never sell themselves short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; In addition to working full time, raising three small kids, and going to school myself, I'm blogging as well.  Check us out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww.fivelittlelives.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 128, 191); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ww.fivelittlelives.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-303031478230854527?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/303031478230854527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/kara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/303031478230854527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/303031478230854527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/kara.html' title='KARA'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4389686689588803760</id><published>2011-09-19T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:06:01.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';color:lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) What's your sign? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- med student &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - decided in my junior year of college that medical school might be a good idea, and then started taking pre-med classes. I somehow finished them in two years...but after that, I wasn't sure if med school was right for me. I went ahead and applied anyway, and spent a few years working in social services. I did get in, but it was difficult. This was probably because my undergraduate college didn't believe in grades...like at all. We got "narrative evaluations" and so my transcript was 31 pages long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;color:lime;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Honestly? I didn't think I could do it. So I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - married and contemplating children w/in the next year or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; MCAT - third time was the charm. Managed to get a 29S (I think)...it might have been 30S...I'm not sure. I spent two years working with special needs youth in the inner city, which affirmed that I do NOT want to be a social worker. Helped to run an indigent medication program at a small community health center for a summer. Did undergraduate research in cognitive neuroscience...it was basically me playing w/ photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - getting in. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- DO, for a combination of factors. I applied to both simultaneously, because to me, there wasn't really a difference. Both take two years of science classes. Both do two years of rotations. Both do residencies. I basically researched schools and applied to ones that appealed to me for some reason. Either they emphasized community service or they were in a neat location (University of Colorado, I'm looking at you) or my husband liked the area or we had family there. I didn't apply anywhere I wouldn't have wanted to live. I interviewed at both MD and DO schools and liked the DO schools better, so here I am. After nearly two years, I would say that there is little/no difference between the two. I worked at Harvard last summer and easily held my own with the Harvard medical students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Don't be annoying. When you interview, don't ask me about treatment of asystole, because chances are I've forgotten or will think you're showboating. Ask about weather, bars, roads, things that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 229, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the hardest part is getting in...but make sure you want to do this, because at the end of your first year, you're already crazy in debt and have no marketable skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);  font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4389686689588803760?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4389686689588803760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/katie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4389686689588803760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4389686689588803760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-184508712730617706</id><published>2011-09-19T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:14:16.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;color:lime;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255);   font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;2) Age (real age please) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255);   font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);   font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Matriculating in 2010...not sure where yet, as I am still waiting to hear about financial aid, but it will likely be Pitt, Case Western or Ohio State (unless a very unlikely waitlist comes through).  Also, Virgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 0, 255);   font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);   font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);  font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I graduated from college in 2004 with a degree in Computer Science and went to work in the software industry.  I worked there for a few years before quitting my job, going back to school full time (had none of the pre-reqs) and making the switch.  In the meantime, I was an EMT and have been working as an aide in a hospital on a med/surg floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I discovered pretty quickly that I was not a money-motivated person, and therefore didn't feel terribly motivated by the corporate world.  Working in computer science wasn't something that would get me out of bed in the morning.  It was a good academic interest but not a good professional interest.  In making my decision to switch to medicine, I considered a variety of things (education, for example) but ultimately settled on medicine because I felt it would be the most challenging, intellectually stimulating, impacting, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm fortunate in that I've always been a good test taker.  I only had to take the MCAT once and scored a balanced 37Q (12/12/13).  Without a doubt, this is what got me into medical school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My undergraduate GPA was my biggest hurdle.  I was one of those people who didn't take undergrad seriously, and while I didn't do horribly, I came out with a 3.35.  Fortunately, I hadn't had any science courses, so I had the opportunity to pull my GPA up pretty substantially with my post-bacc work.  My cGPA ended up around 3.51 and my sGPA was a 3.79.  I had some clinical research which resulted in poster presentations at national medical conferences, and a variety of volunteer work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am going MD because I would like to give myself the best chance at the best residency I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For both non-trads and trads, I would say an important part of the medical school application process is coming up with your narrative.  What's your story, and how does it relate to why you're going into medicine.  Everyone looks pretty much the same on paper.  Your story is something that can set you apart.  Also, during the application process, give yourself more time than you think is necessary for every part of it.  Every part of it takes more time than you think it will.  Guaranteed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not really.  Applying to medical school is one of the more obnoxious things I've done in my life, and I hear residency is just as bad.  Here's to doing it again in 4 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-184508712730617706?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/184508712730617706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/peter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/184508712730617706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/184508712730617706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7554399291472676946</id><published>2011-09-19T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:06:19.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Cecil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(234, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#B4A7D6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pre-med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Began in electrical engineering, then computer science.  Dropped out in 2003 at to start my own business.  Business was good, started working for the Union Pacific for the benefits, and began to like it.  Currently, I'm a locomotive engineer, and still programming work on the side.  Never really meant to return to school until the birth of our son.  Within two months, I was enrolled in college as a Biology major at age 29.  I plan to graduate May 2011, and *hopefully* matriculate in August of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Birth of our son... not sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;why the first two didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;trigger this fascination with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;medicine, but ever since the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;seed was planted, I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;on a mission to get into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;medical school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Married 7 years, 3 children (4, 1, 0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will take it this summer.  Share?  I'll be telling anyone who will listen if I get accepted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Money and timing.  At the moment, I have to work full time while going to school.  It is possible that my job will require me to travel in the near future which will mean I can't attend classes.  I am currently considering quitting and finding another job.  This is a major impediment since my current wage and benefits are really good.  I really don't have time to volunteer between work, school, and family, so I worry that will hurt my app.  Finally, although I have earned straight As for the last few semesters, I'm not sure it will be enough to overcome some bumps in my previous college transcripts (10 years old).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whoever will take me.  I am more interested in becoming a doc than what the initials are behind my name.  To be honest, I'd really prefer MD, but just because I don't want to have to defend/explain it to everyone I meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Screw the little voice in your head that says your goal is impossible.  If I gave up every time I came up with a new way in which I am unworthy, not ready, etc.  I wouldn't make it 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't made it yet, but I guarantee you that if I DO make it... so can anyone else.  The only thing that I have going for me is my ability to proceed as if there were no obstacles at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;    font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MCAT - 24Q  (I was quite happy given I hadn't had o-chem or micro at the time)&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on the exam:  I know this is not normal, but I wasn't nervous at all.  I didn't find it particularly difficult... the parts I had difficulty with were entirely due to coursework I had not yet completed.  I used ExamKrackers, and if you learn well from text, I would highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appication:  I applied to 2 in-state schools.  I was invited to complete secondaries for both, and just completed my first interview.  It was a BLAST!  I was the only one not dressed in a black or navy suit, and they even asked me about it in the interview.  As long as you're dressed professionally, breaking the mold is VERY apparent in a room full of "penguins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7554399291472676946?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7554399291472676946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cecil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7554399291472676946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7554399291472676946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/cecil.html' title='Cecil'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8911971813743774556</id><published>2011-09-19T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:09:50.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>Katherine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(234, 153, 153); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(234, 209, 220); font-size: large; "&gt;KATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232); "&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;I barely graduated high school at the age of 17 - I failed 5 classes in my senior year and I had to attend summer school in order to get my diploma.  I was young, unmotivated, and in a really bad home situation.  I took one semester at a community college - majoring in art, of all things - and failed out because I just stopped going to classes.  So I got a job.  My first job was at a stable, mucking out stalls and taking care of the horses for ten hours a day, six days a week, for six dollars an hour under the table.  I loved it.  I met my boyfriend, moved in with him, and after holding a few other small jobs, I started doing secretarial work.  I worked my way into progressively better jobs with increasing levels of responsibility.  My last job was at a Philadelphia medical college, working under one of Philadelphia's Magazine's "Top Doctors".  While I was working there full-time, I enrolled in their night school part-time, because I felt like I was ready to give college a try again.  I flourished, and I realized I really loved science.  So when my boyfriend started making enough money to support the both of us, I quit working and started going to college full-time.  I will graduate this May with a BS in Biophysics and a minor in French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;When I was a kid, I read a series of books called "Cherry Ames."  They were about a nurse, and each book was a different "adventure" she had.  There was one where she was an army nurse, and I was convinced that that's what I would be when I grew up.  But I lost all interest in anything academic when I hit my teen years, and so nothing ever came of it.  Later, when I was working at a med school, I realized I really enjoyed learning about science and medicine, and at the same time, I found through my interactions with the med students that they were no brighter than me.  It made me realize I could do it, and that I would be selling myself short if I remained a secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;Not married, no children.  This September, my boyfriend and I will celebrate our ten-year anniversary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;took a Kaplan prep course, which probably was most helpful in that it gave me a concrete study plan and concise materials from which to study.  I took the MCAT once and got a 33N (11PS, 12VR, 10BS), which I'm pretty much happy with (except for the writing score - I had one really crummy writing prompt).  My cGPA at the time of application was 3.85 and my sGPA was 3.76 (I was able to get my community college F grades turned retroactively into W, so they didn't hurt my GPA, thankfully).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;There were two big hurdles.  One of them is an issue of practicality:  I only applied to the Philadelphia allopathic schools because we need to stay in Philly for my boyfriend's job.  The second hurdle was me:  I needed to build confidence in myself academically, to prove that I wouldn't get lazy or allow demotivation to get the better of me.  I still have a healthy fear of failure but I know now that I can be trusted to follow through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9) Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;I'm going MD for the simple reason that it didn't make sense to fill out (and pay for) the AACOMAS application for the only DO school in Philly, when my stats were good enough that I had a decent shot at three of the four Philly allopathics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;Here's a bit of advice I wish someone had told me in the beginning:  become a tutor.  Tutoring means that your skills won't get rusty and your MCAT prep will be that much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160); "&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(180, 167, 214); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;It's sappy, but I couldn't have done any of this without my boyfriend's constant love and support.  He has been my rock and I am thankful every day for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8911971813743774556?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8911971813743774556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/katherine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8911971813743774556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8911971813743774556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/katherine.html' title='Katherine'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4963180938765915858</id><published>2011-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:08:28.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NON-TRAD PROFILES (readers)'/><title type='text'>NON-TRAD PROFILE ~ Brett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to start posting these on the blogroll from now on. Not too happy with the formatting issues of the page above. So if you have a profile you'd like me to post... send it to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;1) Name (fake or real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;2) Age (real age please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;3) What's your sign? (curious and contemplating, pre-med, med-student, resident, fellow, god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pre-med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;4) Briefly describe your career and or academic history. Including your pre-doctor life (if applicable) and bouts of time in between school. What makes you non-trad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Directly to college out of high school, I had no real interest in school and ended up failing pretty much every class I took.  Went to community college the following year and did the same thing.  Went back to the original school and pulled the same crap once again. All in all I have 16 F's and multiple W's on my transcript.  Took 5 years off and worked multiple jobs then finally returned to school.  After a year and a half haven't gotten anything less than an A.  Except for one elective class which my teacher gave me a B (Thank you Professor Siegel, Jackass!)  I am the definition of the Non Traditional pre-med.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;5) What propelled you to switch into the medical field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have always been interested in being a doctor but never thought I had what it takes to make it to med shool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;6) Family status... married? children? how old are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Single.  Interested Ella?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;7) What's your experience with the MCAT? If you are a successful applicant will you share your academic stats and application highlights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have zero experience with the MCAT and I am terrified of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;8) Biggest hurdle getting to med school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are too many to mention.  I think the toughest will be overcoming my prior performance in my early years of school.  I have my doubts that I will even be able to get an interview due to the fact that I will never be able to get my GPA over a 3.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;9) Are you going MD or DO? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone that will have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;10) Best advice to other pre-meds (non-trad or not)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't ever think that you can't do it.  I intend to prove everyone in my life that has ever said I dont have a chance of getting into med school wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;11) Anything else you'd like to say... or something cool about your story you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4963180938765915858?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4963180938765915858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/non-trad-profile-brett.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4963180938765915858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4963180938765915858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/non-trad-profile-brett.html' title='NON-TRAD PROFILE ~ Brett'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-501722457494798870</id><published>2011-09-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:27:25.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Convinced</title><content type='html'>EM is the way to go. The other night I went to dinner and had a chance to talk over all my reasons for wanting to go into emergency medicine with an EM attending... and he basically said all my reasons were solid, spot on, and that I'll love being in the field. He also talked to me about the one EM program that is in the city I live in. The program I REALLY want to get into. It isn't the strongest program out there by a long shot... but it's got tons of pathology and trauma... and its here. Which is really really important to me. I have friends and a community here. For the first time in my life. And I don't want to give that up at age 35 to go somewhere "better" academically. I know I could likely get a spot in California or New York or Chicago or wherever. But do I want to? I don't think so. For the first time in my life I don't want to leave everything behind just to make a better play for my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-501722457494798870?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/501722457494798870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-convinced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/501722457494798870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/501722457494798870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-convinced.html' title='Totally Convinced'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2268440054757201076</id><published>2011-09-13T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:47:14.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally something useful....</title><content type='html'>A VERY nice resident sat with me today and went through an entire panCT with me so I could learn how to read it. Talk about useful!! Thank you to people who care. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2268440054757201076?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2268440054757201076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-something-useful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2268440054757201076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2268440054757201076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-something-useful.html' title='Finally something useful....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4078840023625033549</id><published>2011-09-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:56:56.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>Ran into an EM attending last night (affiliated with the program I want to go into), I told him I want go to the program so we're meeting up this coming week for dinner to talk about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome Sauce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4078840023625033549?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4078840023625033549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4078840023625033549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4078840023625033549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5613705045728703069</id><published>2011-09-08T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:43:10.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step I blows</title><content type='html'>And I am the worst worst worst student ever. Still not sure when I'm taking it. Supposed to be the 23rd but I'm having a nervous breakdown over it. I talked to the med school rotation coordinator today and he didn't seem all that concerned that I hadn't taken it yet. His attitude was "take your time and we'll make it work. don't worry... at least you aren't having to re-take it like some people" as he waves a (rather large) pile of fail reports at me. Yikes. That doesn't give me that much confidence if that many people in my class have to do a do-over. Especially considering that I suck. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5613705045728703069?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5613705045728703069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/step-i-blows.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5613705045728703069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5613705045728703069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/step-i-blows.html' title='Step I blows'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6044529061213666546</id><published>2011-09-08T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:38:45.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiology Rocks</title><content type='html'>Easiest 2 weeks ever! I think I'm going to do this for two more weeks. Yay fake vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6044529061213666546?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6044529061213666546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/radiology-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6044529061213666546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6044529061213666546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/09/radiology-rocks.html' title='Radiology Rocks'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6718540244647301350</id><published>2011-08-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:27:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Dream It?</title><content type='html'>Surgery is over, folks. I can't believe I made it. Admittedly, probably only because the last 4 weeks was significantly more bearable than the first 4 weeks. But alas, just the shelf on Friday, then it's off to the happy land of Radiology. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My welcome email said "Please arrive at the conference room at 9:00 wearing business attire and your white coat as you will be seeing patients". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh there are so many things I love about that sentence. From the "please"... showing respect for students as humans.... to the "conference room" (no more OR)... obviously the 9:00 part doesn't need explanation... no more scrubs... and woo hoo! I'll actually get to see (and talk? gasp) to real patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6718540244647301350?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6718540244647301350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/did-i-dream-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6718540244647301350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6718540244647301350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/did-i-dream-it.html' title='Did I Dream It?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7316247206281272872</id><published>2011-08-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:18:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Medicine.... #1 again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7316247206281272872?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7316247206281272872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/emergency-medicine-1-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7316247206281272872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7316247206281272872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/emergency-medicine-1-again.html' title='Emergency Medicine.... #1 again'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4074734306983821667</id><published>2011-08-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:01:34.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16+ hour day yesterday</title><content type='html'>And you know what? It wasn't terrible. At all. This service has turned out to be wayyyy better than last. Not to say that I'm not still tired, or that I'm no longer dreading the OR, but the people on the team can make a significant difference. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4074734306983821667?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4074734306983821667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/16-hour-day-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4074734306983821667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4074734306983821667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/16-hour-day-yesterday.html' title='16+ hour day yesterday'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4045625852707181148</id><published>2011-08-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:35:55.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elevators'/><title type='text'>Effing Elevators</title><content type='html'>Me: Oh wouldn't it be great if we got stuck in this elevator? We could sleep for hours. And I'd share my Cliff Bar with you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My German Med Student Teammate: That does sound lovely. If that happened, I wouldn't even call for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on in the day... on our way out of the hospital about to go home for the evening.... the elevator gets stuck. With me and her. Not *exactly* what we had in mind, damnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4045625852707181148?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4045625852707181148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/effing-elevators.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4045625852707181148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4045625852707181148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/effing-elevators.html' title='Effing Elevators'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6941149809844598200</id><published>2011-08-14T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:36:07.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Bad Eval</title><content type='html'>From a resident. Don't know if it counts, thankfully the attendings gave me decent (even good) evals. But here's what it said "Ella is extremely intelligent but lacks the discipline and self-motivation that it takes to succeed in the surgery clerkship. I told her to attend a pelvic exenteration and she refused, said she was "bored" and went home at 3:30 instead".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF? First of all, I can PROMISE no such conversation EVER took place, I NEVER went home unless dismissed (which sure the fuck was never at 3:30) and I can certainly swear on the lives of cute innocent penguins that I never "refused" to do ANYTHING let alone would I (in quotes) say I was bored to my resident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Effing unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6941149809844598200?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6941149809844598200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-bad-eval.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6941149809844598200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6941149809844598200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-bad-eval.html' title='First Bad Eval'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3105652399959548888</id><published>2011-08-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:27:18.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know you can rent books?</title><content type='html'>You can. For med school. Which is awesome. And you don't have to pay for shipping. The surgery book I just bought for no reason was a fraction of the price to rent it for the block. Check it out if you are so inclined.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.CampusBookRentals.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;www.CampusBookRentals.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3105652399959548888?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3105652399959548888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/did-you-know-you-can-rent-books.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3105652399959548888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3105652399959548888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/08/did-you-know-you-can-rent-books.html' title='Did you know you can rent books?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4217650693703731818</id><published>2011-07-29T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:20:32.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finished first block of surgery. 4 more weeks to go.</title><content type='html'>And I'm not going to lie, folks. It wasn't pretty. It ISN'T pretty. Like I said before, surgery rocks. Surgeons? Not so much. Not sure how much I want to say... but lets just say that the "holier than thou" attitude gets old. Really fast. The talking shit. The HUGE egos. The cutting each other down. The tension. The pimping. The hierarchy. The obvious a-hole facade covering up for lack of any other quality personality skills. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's rather shocking how similar surgeon's personalities are. It's as if only people who are young and impressionable with no independent free will or other interests or a mind of their own get lured into surgery... since they are the only ones who are willing to put up with the effin' bs it takes... and then their personalities are shaped by the surgeons who teach them. Then they never change. And the next group will be just like them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... It sucks all around. I'm counting the days. And honestly, I'm pretty sad because I sort of wanted to like it. I mean... in a sick sort of way I thought maybe I'd have this huge deviation from my predicted path and do something crazy. But alas, it is so the exact opposite of my personality to be competitive and nasty and egotistical that I know I would be straight miserable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Surgery is officially... OFF the list. Sad face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4217650693703731818?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4217650693703731818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-finished-first-block-of-surgery-4.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4217650693703731818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4217650693703731818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-finished-first-block-of-surgery-4.html' title='Just finished first block of surgery. 4 more weeks to go.'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6474273370670329913</id><published>2011-07-29T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:26:41.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rules of Surgery</title><content type='html'>1. Eat when you can&lt;div&gt;2. Sleep when you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Don't fuck with the pancreas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6474273370670329913?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6474273370670329913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/golden-rules-of-surgery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6474273370670329913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6474273370670329913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/golden-rules-of-surgery.html' title='The Golden Rules of Surgery'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5693638089056737357</id><published>2011-07-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:47:10.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between 5 and 7 is not 2</title><content type='html'>At least, not when you're referring to the number of hours you sleep on your surgery rotation. On 4 or 5 hours of sleep I'm a total freakin' zombie. But 7 hours changes who I am. I'm happy, alert, learning, etc. Too bad most nights there aren't 7 hours between the time I leave the hospital and the time I have to wake up. Sigh. No two ways about it. Surgery rotation blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5693638089056737357?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5693638089056737357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/difference-between-5-and-7-is-not-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5693638089056737357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5693638089056737357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/difference-between-5-and-7-is-not-2.html' title='The difference between 5 and 7 is not 2'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4971737975873835358</id><published>2011-07-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:43:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT going to be a surgeon</title><content type='html'>So... I love surgery.  BUT I am not a surgeon. I've decided I DO NOT like being "trapped" in the OR. Scrubbed in. It stresses me out. Big time. Leg cramps. Being too hot. Not being allowed to sit down or stretch. Can't escape if you have to pee. Hypoglycemic hell. Seriously, it sucks. I don't mind early early days, or intricate procedures, or making instantaneous decisions. But I don't like being stuck. I get major anxiety before every procedure. The anesthesiologists are having so much fun. Chatting it up, coming and going, they dont have to be scrubbed in, and of course, occasionally they check the patient ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4971737975873835358?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4971737975873835358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-going-to-be-surgeon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4971737975873835358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4971737975873835358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-going-to-be-surgeon.html' title='NOT going to be a surgeon'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4603376060552294972</id><published>2011-07-12T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:40:29.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Specialties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Funnies'/><title type='text'>Favorite Moments in Surgery Thus Far</title><content type='html'>1) Almost passing out in surgery on my first day and the scrub nurse implying that I'm pregnant to my new attending&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) CUTTING! (and sewing is almost as cool!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My attending (who I love love love, btw).... saying "See! Even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; (in all your idiocy!) could figure that out!" Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Getting to say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"YEAH! We fixed the SHIT out of that!!!"&lt;/span&gt; at every post-op patient's bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) We get to cuss on rounds. I can say fuck or shit or motherfuckers and its totally kosher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) labial abscesses. for you people that don't get jokes, this is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Um, we get to cut people. Oops. Mentioned that already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Rounds are lightening quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Though I'm a wee peon of a med student, I feel justified laughing while the surgeons dog on EVERY OTHER SPECIALTY in medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I have finally, FINALLY, found a group of people on this planet that think like me. Scary, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4603376060552294972?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4603376060552294972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-moments-in-surgery-thus-far.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4603376060552294972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4603376060552294972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-moments-in-surgery-thus-far.html' title='Favorite Moments in Surgery Thus Far'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7405622165032262772</id><published>2011-07-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:34:10.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>All my evaluations from IM came back awesome. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7405622165032262772?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7405622165032262772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/woot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7405622165032262772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7405622165032262772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5995810654850858791</id><published>2011-07-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:35:27.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elevators'/><title type='text'>Latest Elevator Encounter with the Grumpy French Cardiologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Him: So you have finished medicine, yes? (Insert grumpy French accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: Yup (proudly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Him: And what is next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: Surgery! Today is my first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Him: Ah.... it is always that way. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: (gulp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5995810654850858791?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5995810654850858791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/latest-elevator-encounter-with-grumpy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5995810654850858791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5995810654850858791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/latest-elevator-encounter-with-grumpy.html' title='Latest Elevator Encounter with the Grumpy French Cardiologist'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3742000443074388</id><published>2011-07-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:08:13.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so bad</title><content type='html'>The hours are SHIT-TY times 1000 and the whole day was &lt;div&gt;(doct)orgasmic.... I'm so screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3742000443074388?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3742000443074388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-far-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3742000443074388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3742000443074388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-far-so-bad.html' title='So far so bad'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3105919149012782228</id><published>2011-07-04T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:17:20.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This could be bad</title><content type='html'>Printed out the surg notes, and seriously got a huge rush just from the pictures. Uh oh. Please god, oh please DO NOT LET ME FALL IN LOVE WITH SURGERY... (love~ella)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3105919149012782228?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3105919149012782228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-could-be-bad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3105919149012782228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3105919149012782228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-could-be-bad.html' title='This could be bad'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5177639822963380428</id><published>2011-07-04T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:23:17.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>Heading to Lizzard and Bow-tie guy's house for a party. Last taste of freedom and fun before the surgery nightmare starts tomorrow. Help. I'm scared. Very, very, scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5177639822963380428?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5177639822963380428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5177639822963380428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5177639822963380428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3858389610784365489</id><published>2011-07-03T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:40:40.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>So I have a friend who is a new IM resident at my school... and since this is July, the new residents are throwing get-to-know-you parties like crazy. And me and Lolo have been tagging along. Pool parties, BBQ's, parties at the river. But we are definitely getting the "Who the hell are you guys" looks.... to which we hotly retort... "We're kind of a big deal". Not. Just kidding. But anything is better than admitting that I'm just a lowly med student. But actually, its been fun and we've met tons of new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3858389610784365489?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3858389610784365489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3858389610784365489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3858389610784365489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8039963379240993424</id><published>2011-06-29T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:52:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;From a Reader.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;My question to you is about the family thing. I am not one of those women dying to get married and have kids, actually it really isn't on my radar at all. Do you or do you know any women who regret not having kids and a husband and all that? I love love love learning and school and the clinical experiences I've had and I just don't know if I would ever have that same passion for raising kids. I don't presume to know you or your situation, but if you have any advice I welcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;My God, I have absolutely no idea....but I do think about this all the time. As someone who also has never really been terribly concerned about having kids or getting married, I never even once considered this before I got into medical school. Frankly I didn't care. I always figured, "Eh, if it doesn't happen... no biggie". And to a large degree I still feel that way. But I'd be lying if I said there isn't a part of me that does think about it now. I know for a fact that I do want to be with someone... hopefully forever. That may bring marriage, it might not.... I'm fine with that. And I figure that can come at any age. But damn, that nagging kid thing. I don't even know if I want them. SHOULD I want kids? Is there something wrong with me if I don't? Honestly, I think the only times I've ever really even briefly WANTED children was when I met a guy that I really liked... and my semi-psychotic female automatic future-life-planner drive went into high gear for a few moments and I thought... Sigh, I'd love to have children if it was with HIM. But then.... once the gleam of the guy faded... so did the desire for children. Which begs the question... do I actually want children (I think yes, when the time...and guy... is right)....and what happens when I find the perfectly right guy that I want to have children with and it DOES work out? Will it be too late? And that concerns me. Will I regret all the times maybe I could have settled down with a nice guy and had kids 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;I doubt it. First of all, did I really "give up" having children? No. Its not like I met the PERFECT guy for me and said "sorry sucka, I'm going to med school, later".... I mean there were nice guys, great guys, but nobody that I wanted to be with forever. So really I didn't really sacrifice something I wanted for med school... I left something behind that I felt blase about and headed towards a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Not settling for the wrong guy is something I will never, ever regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let's just say for a moment, hypothetically, that I did settle for one of the guys in my life and got married and had kids at the expense of becoming a physician. I can, undoubtably, say that for me (for ME, people) that would have been a decision I truly regretted.  Every single day. I thought about becoming a doctor all day every day for years. Kids and husband? I thought about that when the mood struck me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;So maybe the real question is, do I regret not actively seeking the perfect husband who I could have had children with and with whom I could still be a doctor? Eh, maybe occasionally. I don't regret it right now, because honestly I'm GLAD not to have children at this point in my life. But I bet that 15 years from now, if I'm still single, I will have a different answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8039963379240993424?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8039963379240993424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-regrets.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8039963379240993424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8039963379240993424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-regrets.html' title='On Regrets'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-543651470238546111</id><published>2011-06-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:24:10.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Surgery</title><content type='html'>Starting surgery on Tuesday next week. There are oh, say, 15 different services they assign students to... and I've hear repeatedly that there are a lot of easy services in terms of workload and hours. The two ones you DONT want are VEP (vascular something pediatrics) and Acute Care. I got my assignment. WhaddoIgot? VEP and Acute Care. I shit you not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-543651470238546111?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/543651470238546111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-surgery.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/543651470238546111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/543651470238546111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-surgery.html' title='Oh Surgery'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8925751108004432120</id><published>2011-06-25T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:06:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days Off</title><content type='html'>Wolp, finished IM rotation and the shelf. Got 11 days off. I don't even know what to do with myself. Guess maybe I should think about that whole Step I nonsense, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8925751108004432120?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8925751108004432120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/11-days-off.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8925751108004432120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8925751108004432120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/11-days-off.html' title='11 Days Off'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7186112088038289205</id><published>2011-06-22T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:43:39.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts on Medicine'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>It is beyond me why people trust doctors. I mean, not that most of us aren't relatively intelligent and well-intentioned... but does it seem to anyone else that for every one time that we are sure about a diagnosis there are 5 times that we are just guessing? And people just accept it. I guess because there aren't any better guesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7186112088038289205?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7186112088038289205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7186112088038289205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7186112088038289205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2729207316458480340</id><published>2011-06-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:46:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of IM Rotation</title><content type='html'>Already!!! I'm done. Just gotta take the Shelf Exam on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2729207316458480340?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2729207316458480340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-im-rotation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2729207316458480340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2729207316458480340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-im-rotation.html' title='Last Day of IM Rotation'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5526656795104560539</id><published>2011-06-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:26:06.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the year again?</title><content type='html'>Is there a terrible case of PMAD going around? Tons and tons of emails. I responded to 20 or so today. If I didn't make it to yours I'm sorry. It's me, not you ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let me dissuade you from writing, though. I DO read EVERY SINGLE email. And I like reading them. I just don't always get to respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care ~Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5526656795104560539?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5526656795104560539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5526656795104560539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5526656795104560539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of the year again?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3748314825439531873</id><published>2011-06-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:23:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>And we had to tell a big family that their 90 year old rather healthy and lucid father only had a few months left to live because of untreatable cancer. That was sad. Especially because he was such a total doll. When we told  him his prognosis he just smiled, shrugged, and said "Eh, Whaddya gonna do? I've had a good life." That's how I want to go down. It was sad, but oddly not terrible. Kind of just like farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3748314825439531873?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3748314825439531873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-its-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3748314825439531873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3748314825439531873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-its-fathers-day.html' title='Well it&apos;s Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8621964864358565768</id><published>2011-06-13T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:13:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE NEWS</title><content type='html'>Anesthesiology has moved into first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8621964864358565768?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8621964864358565768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/huge-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8621964864358565768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8621964864358565768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/huge-news.html' title='HUGE NEWS'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1869451341385289116</id><published>2011-06-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:09:58.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my readers...</title><content type='html'>I know that so many of you have been writing to me recently and I have not responded. Please forgive me. I am so crazy busy right now that I just can't. I will try to get through my old emails eventually. If you don't hear from me, feel free to try again in a few weeks. I'm sorry. I know that's lame but it's the best I can do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1869451341385289116?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1869451341385289116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-my-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1869451341385289116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1869451341385289116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-my-readers.html' title='To my readers...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6632386426038738133</id><published>2011-06-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:44:55.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clerkship Hell'/><title type='text'>This med school stuff</title><content type='html'>Can seriously make a person a little nuts. Today was a call day. Usually the way it works is that as we admit patients during the evening, the med students are assigned patients to see. After we see our patients, we round with the attending, and if we've picked up enough patients we can generally go home. Now, if we meet our requirement by 8:00pm, we can generally go home when we are done. Today, I got mine done at 6:00pm and we finished rounding soon thereafter. I was so stoked about getting done early. But we got a new resident today. And instead of letting each person leave as they finish their work, she wanted everybody to stay until each student was finished. And of course one student wasn't done... and she seemed to be taking her sweet time as well. So I literally had to stay 3 extra hours for no fucking reason whatsoever. Just standing around with my thumb up my ass. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats when the "nuts" part kicked in. My brain really started messing with me. Chastising myself for being so stupid as to go to med school at 32. Considering writing my letter of resignation. Wondering what would happen if I threw that large glass bottle of some unknown narcotic across the ED and just went totally AWOL. It was surreal. I seriously had to Buddha Zen my way out of it. It wasn't pretty, folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6632386426038738133?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6632386426038738133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-med-school-stuff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6632386426038738133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6632386426038738133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-med-school-stuff.html' title='This med school stuff'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2721523196718804499</id><published>2011-06-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:19:08.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my friggen' God</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE (not naming names) acted like I was the HUGEST idiot for mixing up two drugs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: What's Solmeterol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: It's a steriod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: NO its NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh. I thought it was similar to Prednisone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: No, Prednisone is Prednisone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I didn't say it WAS Prednisone. I just thought it was a similar steroid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: No, you're wrong. You should know these things. Solmeterol is a long-acting beta agonist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh, ok. I guess I was confused. I don't know why I thought it was a steroid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: Neither do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I look it up and realize I was thinking of Solumedrol. Which in my opinion, sounds damn effing close to Solmeterol. WOW. I'm SUCH an idiot first month, third year med student.... getting Solmeterol and Solumedrol mixed up. I should probably drop out of med school asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2721523196718804499?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2721523196718804499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-friggen-god.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2721523196718804499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2721523196718804499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-my-friggen-god.html' title='Oh my friggen&apos; God'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5795595794038560998</id><published>2011-06-08T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:44:05.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Experiences'/><title type='text'>I want her to do it</title><content type='html'>I've been seeing the same patient on the wards for almost 4 weeks now... and today he finally got to go home. He seems to have gotten pretty attached to me... and I to him. He tells me things he won't admit to the other doctors, and he always asks me to "translate" what the attendings say after they leave. He says  he "loves" me (in a "thank you for not letting me die" kind of way) everyday, and offers me lunch and brings me candy. So we have a bond. And... I forgot to mention... he has MASSIVE white coat anxiety. So he literally turns to a nervous wreck whenever any docs enter the room but me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the day of his discharge... (finally!)... he needs to have his central line taken out. The whole team goes into the room and my attending tells him he's good to go as soon as we take out his line. Well, he freaks out and asks the attending who is going to take out his line... and the attending says he'll do it himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my patient throws a fit and says he only wants me to do it. I was certain my attending would respond with a "Oh no you don't! She doesn't know WHAT the hell she's doing" ... but instead he smiles and agrees. For god's sake I didn't want to tell him I'd never really pulled one before... since he was so nervous anyway. But alas, I pulled it without issue, and managed to act like I totally knew what I was doing. Not sure if I'm a better actress or physician... but overall it was all a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5795595794038560998?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5795595794038560998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-her-to-do-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5795595794038560998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5795595794038560998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-her-to-do-it.html' title='I want her to do it'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4711359112825969112</id><published>2011-06-05T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:45:29.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clerkship Hell'/><title type='text'>On nurses....</title><content type='html'>I'm sure this post is going to go over like a match on gasoline... but really... I need to vent. So let me preface this venting session with a couple things:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I am a HUGE advocate for treating everyone alike, getting along with everyone, and for doing my best to refute stereotypes in the workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I have worked in many hospitals (a dozen in several different states) and dealt with 100's of nurses... so my "opinion" isn't based off of 3 nurses in my hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my question. WHAT'S UP WITH THE EFFIN' ATTITUDE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do nurses really get treated THAT badly by everyone that they cannot muster a clean slate when they meet new people? Let me throw out a few scenarios here. All different nurses, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Scenario #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Me: Hi Nurse 1. I'm Ella, part of Dr. X's team. Are you patient Y's nurse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Nurse: Maybe. Depends on why you want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Me: (smile... trying to break the ice) Ok, well when you have a chance he'd like to get his nicotine patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Nurse: Don't know why you bother. He's just going to rip it off later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Me: Well, maybe, but he asked me... so I'd like to get him one while he's in the mood for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Nurse: (Very snotty) Well, YOU'RE just going to have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Me: No prob. Like I said, whenever you get a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Nurse: Well IF I get a chance I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Scenario #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Me: Hi nurse 2. Dr. X is worried about patient Y and he'd like to get a glucose check right now.... I don't mean to rush you... but I think it's pretty important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Nurse: JESUS CHRIST! Like I don't have anything else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Scenario #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Me: Hey is that patient Y's chart? Do you mind if I just sneak this note in there real quick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Nurse: Is this your patient? Why has he been here so long? He needs to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Me: Well, he's got (really bad disease X). And he needs daily treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Nurse: Well, I don't feel sorry for him. He does cocaine, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Me: Well, his tox screen was positive... but that's not related to the disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Nurse: Well, still. We shouldn't be putting so much effort into him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Me: Well, that's what we do here. Help sick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Nurse: Hmpppfh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Scenario #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Me: (trying to get some blank progress notes which have been placed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; a nurses desk... and I'm not even in the way or near any of her personal space/ things)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nurse: What do you need (attitude 10/10 on the bitchy scale)??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Me: Oh, hey, sorry I didn't realize this was your desk. I am just looking for the progress notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nurse: Well this is MY desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Me: Oh. Ok. Well Dr. X said this is where they are kept.... but maybe he was confused. Is there some other place I should get them from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nurse: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Me: Well.... ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nurse: Sigh. Well, go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Me: Big smile on the outside. Dagger of death on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Scenario #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: Hi Nurse 5 (who is in charge of LTAC placement). I'm Ella. Dr. X was wondering if you know of any LTAC facilities that will do IV meds for 10 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Nurse: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: Well the problem is XYZ. Can you think of any way that we can deal with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Nurse: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: What about Facility X?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Nurse: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: Facility Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Nurse: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Me: I heard they will make special accommodations as long as the patient is ambulatory. Would you be willing to check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Nurse: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can give 100 more scenarios like these.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4711359112825969112?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4711359112825969112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-nurses.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4711359112825969112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4711359112825969112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-nurses.html' title='On nurses....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4325685792836546500</id><published>2011-06-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:44:36.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clerkship Hell'/><title type='text'>Hmmm... that's odd</title><content type='html'>So last week my attending (the rock star woman who is highly respected in the city, university, and medical community) told us that we were some of the best students she had worked with and she gave us (well at least me... can't say for the others, but I assume so) great evals. She even had gifts for us (books with personal notes in them) the following week at class as a thank-you/congrats. THIS week, we have a new attending... who also acts like (and actually said so) he likes us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, our new resident doesn't seem to like us. First off, we were supposed to meet her at 7am the first day in the conference room. Which we were all there. And she wasn't. So we waited. 45 minutes later she shows up. Ok, fine. So she's late. No biggie. However.... the first words out of her mouth were "Ok, so my expectations. First, don't be late.". We all kind of looked at her like she's nuts... but ok whatever. Now, onto the end of the week (yesterday).... she pulls the three of us aside and says she has problems with our professionalism. That we should be on time (to my knowledge I have never been even a minute late for anything), and that it is highly unprofessional to be writing anything on rounds (um, so I'm supposed to just memorize everything?)... and that we are so lucky to have her and a "nice" attending because we would get our asses chewed by anyone else... and that she's doing us a favor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN during rounds... the attending asks her a question... something like "What part of the gut does iron get absorbed? I can't remember"... she shrugs her shoulders, doesn't know.... and neither do the interns. Then he asks us, and none of the three of us know either. Then she incredulously says (rather rudely) "Seriously? I mean, you guys JUST took step 1".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I'm a HUGE fan of hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4325685792836546500?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4325685792836546500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmmm-thats-odd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4325685792836546500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4325685792836546500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/06/hmmm-thats-odd.html' title='Hmmm... that&apos;s odd'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6421863201900818296</id><published>2011-05-29T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:23:56.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Clinical Evaluation</title><content type='html'>Was awesome. From a "high on the food chain" attending who I deeply respect. She said she had nothing to discuss in regards to weak areas... basically she thought I was doing really well, presenting strongly, establishing rapport with patients, and demonstrating strong medical decision making. She gave me some good "life as a woman doctor" advice... and that was it. YAY!!! I was so happy I almost floated out of the office. And I totally thought she was going to ream me for constantly eating granola bars on rounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6421863201900818296?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6421863201900818296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-clinical-evaluation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6421863201900818296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6421863201900818296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-clinical-evaluation.html' title='My First Clinical Evaluation'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1120602451673043334</id><published>2011-05-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:28:01.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>More Gastric Pornography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Homemade Strawberry Ice-Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDqABTgaYQQ/TeGkbJ0FWXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vqPoXWBFUoE/s1600/strawberry%2Bicecream2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDqABTgaYQQ/TeGkbJ0FWXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vqPoXWBFUoE/s400/strawberry%2Bicecream2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611947397078145394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toasted Sesame Seed Asian Chicken Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5krk1e6HddM/TeGka_IEOOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FXjAFkSyBfc/s1600/sesame%2Bchicken%2Bpasta.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5krk1e6HddM/TeGka_IEOOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FXjAFkSyBfc/s400/sesame%2Bchicken%2Bpasta.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611947394209167586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spicy Creole Tomato Egg Salad Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm64VRByzUw/TeGkam-JZgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A7vr3ZZ1vv8/s1600/creole%2Btomato%2Bsandwich.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm64VRByzUw/TeGkam-JZgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A7vr3ZZ1vv8/s400/creole%2Btomato%2Bsandwich.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611947387725112834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zucchini Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7-QoIWv_GM/TeGkaVbJ5PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Cmv7A6qHxkk/s1600/zucchini%2Bbread.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7-QoIWv_GM/TeGkaVbJ5PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Cmv7A6qHxkk/s400/zucchini%2Bbread.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611947383014941938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blackberry Cobbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkDxiOIOTRY/TeGkaDfkn2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/K2H6Rk3CNi0/s1600/blackberry%2Bcobbler.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkDxiOIOTRY/TeGkaDfkn2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/K2H6Rk3CNi0/s400/blackberry%2Bcobbler.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611947378201632610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1120602451673043334?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1120602451673043334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-gastric-pornography.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1120602451673043334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1120602451673043334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-gastric-pornography.html' title='More Gastric Pornography'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDqABTgaYQQ/TeGkbJ0FWXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vqPoXWBFUoE/s72-c/strawberry%2Bicecream2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8968157882596103847</id><published>2011-05-25T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:43:31.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and...</title><content type='html'>I keep running into my ex's fiance at work. Which I thought was going to be weird or irritating or awkward. But actually, I think I like her better than I like him. Lol, Whatev. (kidding. sort of.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8968157882596103847?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8968157882596103847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8968157882596103847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8968157882596103847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-and.html' title='Oh and...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3460569463693601314</id><published>2011-05-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:38:06.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations...</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated. Irritated. And it's only the beginning, I am fully aware. But I figured this is the best venue to vent. But seriously? People that refuse to sign DNRs for vegetative family members just so they can continue to receive their government-issued checks? Wrong on 500 levels. Sickle cell patients that rotate through the hospital every week or two and act like they should be waited on hand and foot like it's the damn Four Seasons? Refusing to answer simple questions, or make eye contact, or refuting every attempt made by anyone in the hospital to make them happy? Patients that have to be readmitted to the hospital 3 times a week because they can't qualify for outpatient dialysis?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure insanity. And I have low tolerance for BS. My attending however, is amazing. I'm pretty sure she's next in line for canonization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3460569463693601314?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3460569463693601314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustrations.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3460569463693601314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3460569463693601314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8620135591958012862</id><published>2011-05-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:15:09.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Experiences'/><title type='text'>Ok so this sucks</title><content type='html'>It's finally kicked in. Call nights that suck. Worked 16 hours, slept 4, working another 12 now.... t...i....r....e...d.....zzzzzzz...zzz....zzzz.z...z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8620135591958012862?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8620135591958012862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-so-this-sucks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8620135591958012862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8620135591958012862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-so-this-sucks.html' title='Ok so this sucks'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3855431954269961122</id><published>2011-05-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:14:42.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Experiences'/><title type='text'>First Patient Died</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened. I knew it would sooner or later. My team saw a patient in the morning. She asked for chocolate Ensure. Two hours later in the middle of rounds we heard a "code blue". There were 50 doctors and 20 minutes of CPR. Then that was it. And we finished rounding on our last 3 patients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3855431954269961122?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3855431954269961122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-patient-died.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3855431954269961122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3855431954269961122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-patient-died.html' title='First Patient Died'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7941851579316781802</id><published>2011-05-15T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:47:38.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Med Advice'/><title type='text'>It will work out if you don't give up....</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been getting a lot of "panicky" emails from pre-meds. If I haven't written you back, please don't be offended... I've just been inundated with "help me!" emails as of late. And I figured I'd kind of throw my answer out for everyone to read. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the panicky emails go something like these...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;- Help! I took pre-med class X in the spring of last year but didn't pass it so I need to take it again. The question is should I take the MCAT before or after I retake the class? Because if I wait, then it might be too late to apply this year... yada yada yada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;-What should I do?????? I haven't heard back from any schools, should I contact the Dean? Or should I not bother them? Because I know you are supposed to assert yourself but I don't want to be annoying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;I got into 2 med schools and I don't know which one to go to. One is near my parents house and I can live at home for free... but the other school is way more prestigious and six times the price....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. If I could go back in time... say oh, 10 years, and tell my young semi-pre-med self just ONE thing.... it would be that NONE of this matters. Seriously. It doesn't matter if you make a phone call or send an email. It doesn't matter if you take the MCAT in April or September or even 2 years from now. It doesn't matter which school you choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that matters is that you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) try your best to make reasonable decisions that minimize your stress level and are conducive to you being happy and an overall ethical person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) don't give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. I swear. That's it. Things will work out the way they are supposed to, when they are supposed to. And it won't be because Thank GOD you took physics before O-chem, or because you wrote a thank-you note on paper instead of sending a thank-you email. That stuff doesn't matter at all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7941851579316781802?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7941851579316781802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-will-work-out-if-you-dont-give-up.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7941851579316781802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7941851579316781802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-will-work-out-if-you-dont-give-up.html' title='It will work out if you don&apos;t give up....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1058313483031612034</id><published>2011-05-11T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:52:27.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yesterday we got called minions by our resident. Before that he just called us speed-bumps.... because apparently we slow him down. I think that means we're moving up on the totem poll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1058313483031612034?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1058313483031612034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1058313483031612034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1058313483031612034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving on up...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4893708285383872213</id><published>2011-05-09T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:54:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day So Far...</title><content type='html'>I mean nothing TERRIBLE happened... but I worked 16 hours and 4 of it was class on acid/base. Talk about hell. And my dog is NOT a happy camper that both of his walks today were in the dark. Poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4893708285383872213?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4893708285383872213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/worst-day-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4893708285383872213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4893708285383872213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/worst-day-so-far.html' title='Worst Day So Far...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-9199603189985209255</id><published>2011-05-05T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:57:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As much as I hate to admit it...</title><content type='html'>I kinda like internal medicine. I mean... maybe. Or maybe I just like that my attending is extraordinarily hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-9199603189985209255?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/9199603189985209255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/9199603189985209255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/9199603189985209255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit-it.html' title='As much as I hate to admit it...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7783539337489352199</id><published>2011-05-04T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:47:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Call Night</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived. It wasn't bad actually. I arrived at 6:00 am and I managed to be home before 7pm. I was tired of being on my feet, and not used to being so damn hungry, but other than that it was pretty fun. Have to say I'm learning a lot, and I really like my residents and my attending. So yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7783539337489352199?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7783539337489352199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-call-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7783539337489352199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7783539337489352199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-call-night.html' title='First Call Night'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5573189587059325825</id><published>2011-04-26T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:51:30.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have ADD</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a panel of students who matched into EM. When asked why she went into EM, the first words out of one girl's mouth were "Because I have ADD". Sigh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella = Love EM &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5573189587059325825?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5573189587059325825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-i-have-add.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5573189587059325825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5573189587059325825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-i-have-add.html' title='Because I have ADD'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7897104959936724175</id><published>2011-04-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:52:56.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every 5th Night</title><content type='html'>Just got assigned a hospital for my medicine rotation. Yay for getting the one hospital that starts later every morning, and has call every 5th night instead of every 4th night. Downside? I heard it's boring. Oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7897104959936724175?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7897104959936724175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-5th-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7897104959936724175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7897104959936724175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-5th-night.html' title='Every 5th Night'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6802725510300276022</id><published>2011-04-23T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:58:05.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely in the Right Place</title><content type='html'>So although I'm technically on vacation, I still owed 5 hours of community service before I could move onto third year. (PS: can you freakin' believe I'm a THIRD year med student now??) Anyway, I went to a rehab center to put in my 5 hours, doing physical exams and seeing patients, etc. I swear, 5 hours felt like 45 minutes. I saw my patients, looked up, and someone was telling me it was time to go home. You know how freakin' AMAZING that is? And I've figured out something. Something really really incredible. Medicine has the ability to make me totally forget my woes about love. When I'm working I don't even care that the guy I'm in love (ah-hem... did I say that? yea, maybe... but only in a sick, twisted, it will never work out kind of way) with makes me miserable practically every other moment of the day. Nothing else I know has the power to do that. It's like an awesome drug. Sigh. I am SOOOOOO in the right place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6802725510300276022?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6802725510300276022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/definitely-in-right-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6802725510300276022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6802725510300276022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/definitely-in-right-place.html' title='Definitely in the Right Place'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6637085811098869610</id><published>2011-04-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:16:09.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Ella'/><title type='text'>Yumminess... (and if anybody asks me if I just stole these pictures off the internet I'm going to smack them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Espresso Frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geIsbLZd_Wo/TbMWAXDfHTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LmvBrRSm2nw/s1600/Choc%2Bcake.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geIsbLZd_Wo/TbMWAXDfHTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LmvBrRSm2nw/s400/Choc%2Bcake.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842957196107058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottish Shortbread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijIXAOE5lEs/TbMVw1N4fxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n-xnOb4TC3g/s1600/Scottish%2BShortbread.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijIXAOE5lEs/TbMVw1N4fxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/n-xnOb4TC3g/s400/Scottish%2BShortbread.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842690414870290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tzatziki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WscptKFXjYI/TbMVwtRFwtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6_IuANkccrI/s1600/Jajik%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WscptKFXjYI/TbMVwtRFwtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6_IuANkccrI/s400/Jajik%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842688280838866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argentine Skirt Steak with home-made Chimichurri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X74GlaipUY8/TbMVwPolatI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HIZVOFiMi9Y/s1600/skirt%2Bsteak.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X74GlaipUY8/TbMVwPolatI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HIZVOFiMi9Y/s400/skirt%2Bsteak.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842680326318802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gruyere and White Cheddar Macaroni and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqEBa0kZdtU/TbMVv3QmIeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aayiq1WmJas/s1600/Mac%2Bn%2BCheese.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqEBa0kZdtU/TbMVv3QmIeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aayiq1WmJas/s400/Mac%2Bn%2BCheese.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842673783251426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zucchini Fritters with Lemon and Parsley from my garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBSzI-pgyYE/TbMVvoWzqFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3MISc6A9cwU/s1600/zucchini1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBSzI-pgyYE/TbMVvoWzqFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3MISc6A9cwU/s400/zucchini1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598842669782771794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6637085811098869610?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6637085811098869610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/yumminess.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6637085811098869610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6637085811098869610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/yumminess.html' title='Yumminess... (and if anybody asks me if I just stole these pictures off the internet I&apos;m going to smack them)'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geIsbLZd_Wo/TbMWAXDfHTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LmvBrRSm2nw/s72-c/Choc%2Bcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3545441586563388146</id><published>2011-04-21T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:45:33.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>So Rew and I are both starting out on Medicine for our first rotation. Beginning  next week. And we both were hurting for business attire (as required per the clerkship guide)... so we went shopping this morning. He got hooked up. Tons of clothes. Full outfits, pants, shirts, ties, the whole shebang. Me? I bought one skirt and a pair of totally hot high heels that are totally not practical for rotations... and a jacket. Which I clearly will not need during the summer in the South. Under my white coat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3545441586563388146?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3545441586563388146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/shopping.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3545441586563388146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3545441586563388146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2551894092805602069</id><published>2011-04-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:45:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of Procrastination Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>So you know how I signed up to take Step I on April 18th? Needless to say, it didn't happen that way. I postponed. Why? Basically because I'm the hugest slacker, worst procrastinator, and absolute most terrible test taker ever. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2551894092805602069?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2551894092805602069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/queen-of-procrastination-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2551894092805602069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2551894092805602069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/queen-of-procrastination-strikes-again.html' title='The Queen of Procrastination Strikes Again'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4313076697025522182</id><published>2011-04-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:43:00.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Med School Application'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alternative Medical School Options'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Med Advice'/><title type='text'>Getting Your MD in Italy?</title><content type='html'>Sounds pretty good to me if you are interested in going internationally. It's a 6-year program in Milan at Vita-Salute San Raffaele University. Taught in ENGLISH. Yay! No MCAT needed but you have to take an entrance exam which is only given in the USA in NYC. And it's on April 28th. So if you're interested you better get on that. Anyway, just thought it was a cool option for those of you who might be interested. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.medicine.unisr.it/photo.asp?id=103"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/mdprogram"&gt;Cool Med School in Italy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4313076697025522182?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4313076697025522182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-your-md-in-italy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4313076697025522182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4313076697025522182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-your-md-in-italy.html' title='Getting Your MD in Italy?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-4947331758163760862</id><published>2011-04-11T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:05:34.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare I Breathe This Aloud...</title><content type='html'>But I think I passed 2nd year. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-4947331758163760862?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/4947331758163760862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/dare-i-breathe-this-aloud.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4947331758163760862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/4947331758163760862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/dare-i-breathe-this-aloud.html' title='Dare I Breathe This Aloud...'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-5054075463945874767</id><published>2011-04-06T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:28:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Awkward?</title><content type='html'>So today I went to meet Rew at this evening concert thingy in the park. It's kind of a meat market... tons of young professionals (probably over a thousand people) who get off work downtown and walk over to have a beer and listen to live music. Who do I accidentally run into but Lolo... which was extra weird because we usually know each other's every move... and she has her puppy with her who is ridic adorable. (BTW if you want to pick up hot guys get a cute puppy... it totally works). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am holding the puppy and I hear "OMG, awesome dog" behind me, and someone reaches over to pet him on the head. I turn around, and I shit you not, it is Eli my ex boyfriend. And his fiance. Totally by coincidence. I thought he was going to faint when I turned around... as he clearly thought he was petting some random puppy. When he realized it was me he had a look of sheer panic on his face... like "oh shit... how's this going to play out???"... as I had yet to meet his new girlfriend. Now fiance. Anyway, I introduced myself to her because I think he was too stunned to speak... and she seemed very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly, it doesn't feel at all upsetting to me. I mean, really... not at all. I'm happy if he's happy... and even more happy that I had the strength to leave a relationship that wasn't right for me. So I wish him well... but beyond that there is no sadness. Funny how when you're in the middle of a break up you can't see past tomorrow without the other person... then a year later you can run into them and their new fiance and not feel even a hint of sorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-5054075463945874767?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/5054075463945874767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-awkward.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5054075463945874767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/5054075463945874767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-awkward.html' title='Um, Awkward?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1356661171387859265</id><published>2011-04-05T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:06:18.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Part Sucks</title><content type='html'>No two ways around it. Staying home (boring) studying (frustrating) for Step I (terrifying) sucks all around. The majority of my friends have day jobs or are also in the same boat that I am... so I'm stuck at home with my dog trying to be productive. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1356661171387859265?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1356661171387859265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-part-sucks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1356661171387859265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1356661171387859265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-part-sucks.html' title='This Part Sucks'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-7788625397366089796</id><published>2011-03-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:55:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelf Exams. Done.</title><content type='html'>If I passed. First day was horrible and I knew it. Second day went better. Today felt like I knew every answer. Please please PLEASE PlEaSe let it be good enough for me to pass 2nd year. Say prayers for me folks. I need it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-7788625397366089796?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/7788625397366089796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/shelf-exams-done.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7788625397366089796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/7788625397366089796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/shelf-exams-done.html' title='Shelf Exams. Done.'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-809597156285877535</id><published>2011-03-27T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:09:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you love....</title><content type='html'>Not what loves you. I just keep telling myself that. Is there anything worse than caring about someone who doesn't care about you back? I doubt it. I've been in this cycle for 6 months now. It's maddening. I would really like to forget about him, but alas... I can't. Probably because he lives near me. And also because its one of those cases in which every time I do manage to put some time and space between us... he comes back with the "I miss you" and "I want to spend time with you" stuff. And because I am a stupid girl (and because in my mind he's amazing) I let myself believe it. For a little while. Until I get smart again for a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-809597156285877535?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/809597156285877535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-what-you-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/809597156285877535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/809597156285877535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-what-you-love.html' title='You are what you love....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6304548978622229899</id><published>2011-03-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:40:42.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pressure</title><content type='html'>So as of now I'm passing all my classes for 2nd year. Not by a huge margin, but passing. Some better than others. BUT... I have to take the 2nd year NBME shelf exams on Tuesday and Wednesday and those count for 25% of my final grade. Which means I can still fail 2nd year. Which means I have a year of my life and $70k riding on those two days. Which is not good. I took a practice exam yesterday and it wasn't pretty folks. Sigh. Well, if I fail out you'll know what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6304548978622229899?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6304548978622229899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-pressure.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6304548978622229899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6304548978622229899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-pressure.html' title='No Pressure'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2321323851241703462</id><published>2011-03-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:31:24.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>Again. Gotta love being a student. My money always runs out one month before it's supposed to. I just borrowed $20 from a friend to buy dog food. Life is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2321323851241703462?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2321323851241703462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/broke.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2321323851241703462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2321323851241703462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-6060348599109574293</id><published>2011-03-22T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:39:43.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be good</title><content type='html'>I think. I watched my videos from my comprehensive standardized patient exams... and I don't suck! I felt pretty natural... after watching my videos I think I came off that way too. I didn't seem nervous or awkward. I mean, I definitely forgot some important medical stuff... but that stuff will come. I hope. Anyway... it was good to see. A good pick-me-up. Which I need while I'm studying for the Step and contemplating how throwing myself under a bus would be more fun. (just a joke, no need to intervene).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-6060348599109574293?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/6060348599109574293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-going-to-be-good.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6060348599109574293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/6060348599109574293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-going-to-be-good.html' title='I&apos;m going to be good'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8750841920262578166</id><published>2011-03-21T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:41:13.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>So I think I've come to a decision. Albeit prematurely. But I think I have. For those of you who don't know me well, here's a bit about me. I've moved around. A lot. I don't have a big family, and unfortunately I'm not super close with the family I do have since they live far away. I have never really had "roots". And I've lived in this city longer than I've lived anywhere else continuously in my life since early childhood (6 whole years here). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have friends here. Like a chosen family. I love the city. I love my life here. Which makes the prospect of residency a scary thing. Especially considering I want to do EM and there is only one program in the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I would give up EM in order to stay here. Maybe for Anesthesiology or Surgery or even (gasp) IM. I don't know. I desperately want to do EM.... but more than that I don't want to start over at age 34 in a new city and have to be alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8750841920262578166?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8750841920262578166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8750841920262578166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8750841920262578166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts?'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-8489368147784042730</id><published>2011-03-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:41:18.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and</title><content type='html'>I just now discovered Grey's Anatomy. You can watch them all on Netflix. How did I miss this memo? The show is awesome. Actually I'm glad I waited. I'm not very good about waiting a whole week to see what happens next. Instant gratification is more my style. :-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and McDreamy... surely is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-8489368147784042730?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/8489368147784042730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8489368147784042730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/8489368147784042730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-3611961937609417481</id><published>2011-03-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:38:51.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently....</title><content type='html'>My totally hot resident facilitator in my human behavior class didn't think that my idea of divorce would be a good solution for a young guy who ONLY has ED around his wife. Whatever. Sounds good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-3611961937609417481?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/3611961937609417481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3611961937609417481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/3611961937609417481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/03/apparently.html' title='Apparently....'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-1917019470660379727</id><published>2011-02-27T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:49:14.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Comp Exam</title><content type='html'>So I finished my standardized patient exam... the one at the end of the year where you have eight patients with blind scenarios, and you have to assess whats going on and perform whatever exams are necessary, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a shit show! Total chaos, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think everyone is done now... so I can write about it... hopefully :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I didn't get tired or stressed. It was kind of fun. Like Christmas. You don't know what's behind the door. I think I "handled" each one ok.. as in I could complete the assessments at the end no prob. The hard part was that if you left a room and needed more information, you were screwed. I definitely forgot to take pulses in the extremities on the cardio exam, and I didn't ask for a pelvic on a female patient with abdominal pain (obvious, I know... but she was in so much pain I decided to send her straight to imaging). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah. Whatev. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-1917019470660379727?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/1917019470660379727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/02/sp-comp-exam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1917019470660379727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/1917019470660379727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/02/sp-comp-exam.html' title='SP Comp Exam'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014818524659587133.post-2622346112385201424</id><published>2011-02-25T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:41:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six More Days</title><content type='html'>Until I am done with classes. For the REST OF MY LIFE!!! I mean, assuming I pass 2nd year that is. I really can't believe it. Two more years of rotations, then residency, then... the big doctor life. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4014818524659587133-2622346112385201424?l=journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/feeds/2622346112385201424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-more-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2622346112385201424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4014818524659587133/posts/default/2622346112385201424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysinmedicine.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-more-days.html' title='Six More Days'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791700801957243184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUb6S_jRbos/SmSbkK5wLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vmd-Y9dILIc/S220/Gallery+-+shotgun+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
