You know what's hard? Having 3 weeks of complete freedom to do whatever you want and then have all of that freedom taken away from you because of school starting up again. Am I glad I'm in school to become a doctor? Of course! Do I still wish that there was more free time to spend with Sariah? Oh, most definitely! How many questions can I ask myself and then give the answer right after in this blog? Just these 3.
I hope that this doesn't sound like I'm only here to play the "woe is me; I'm a medical student" card. The concepts that we're learning are really cool. After many years of struggling to understand the difference between humoral and cell-mediated immunity, I can finally answer that question and sound like I know what I'm talking about. Amazing stuff! The only problem with learning really cool things is that there is a ton of little details that go along with it. Thankfully, this semester's schedule is lighter in that I have afternoons free of labs most of the time. We're taking the same number of credits (27.5), but the required in class time seems less. I can't even imagine how things would be if we had anatomy thrown into the mix again. It just gives me the heeby-jeebies thinking about it.
And back to my first point. It's hard coming back from vacation! I know what I signed up for though and all in all, I am extremely grateful to be here studying medicine. What would I be doing otherwise? Probably not breaking an implied promise I made at the start of this blog about only asking myself and answering only 3 questions. Anywho, it's back to the grindstone for me.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
The Cashier Chronicles Conclude
I'm not sad about this. The end of the Cashier Chronicles is the best part of my new year. Why? Because I quit my job as a cashier in order to teach biology at a community college! Hooray! I'm off to do something I love instead of something I must do, and while I may miss the store, teaching people about how you know if something's alive is much more thrilling.
This video, for instance, makes me happy. Biology and teaching biology makes me happy. Much more than scanning groceries. I should make this song my ringtone!
I shouldn't neglect the last few cashier memories, though. They're a little more sad in some ways because these all happened between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the holidays make sad situations more tragic somehow.
-A lady I recognized and saw at least weekly was outside picking through our cigarette butt ashtray thing, choosing the butts with the most left on them, and then started smoking those while her people were shopping inside.
-I asked one girl if she was excited for Christmas. "We're having it late," she said. "Because of paychecks and stuff. Maybe sometime in January." Her mom looked embarrassed, and I pointed out that this meant she was going to get presents after school started, and everyone would be jealous of her. She seemed entranced by this idea.
-An 11-year-old(ish) girl had decided she likes me (I haven't been particularly nurturing to her, so I haven't the faintest idea why) so whenever her family comes in (twice a week or so) she'd scour the store until she found me and ask if she could help me. Unfortunately, she's less competent than another kid who does this with me, so mostly she makes things worse. Instead of putting bags in customer's carts, she'll line up all the bags on one arm and make the customer take them from her. When her own mother finally comes through the line to leave, she won't help her mother but whips out a hoard of stuff she's stashed nearby and wants her mother to buy her. I explained that when it's the week before Christmas, one's material interests are often better served by service to others rather than demands on an already stressed mother with a stretched budget, and things like hugs were a good place to start. This was a poorly chosen example: the next time she came in, I was unaware of her presence until she came up behind me to give me a surprise guess-who's-suddenly-in-your-space-and-maybe-abducting-you hug. She is not a small 11-year-old girl. She chose to hug me around the widest point of my belly, which at that point was definitely showing, and had recently been painful for my stomach muscles (probably just muscles doing whatever they do when a baby pushes through them: that is, failing at their jobs), and there was some yelping and wheezing involved. She couldn't understand why the hug wasn't working.
-I had two different men in the same week make inappropriate comments and body language with me that, had they been employees, could certainly have been followed up with some sort of harassment complaint. As it was, it was over almost as soon as it started and there was no time to deal with it then. I'd seen them both before, and this was at a time when my belly was straining the too-small tshirt the store issued me. It's eerie to have big, sweaty, dirty men rake their eyes over you and then come up way too close to you, essentially trapping you in your little register area, and make jokes about you to your face, or jeer at you and ask you inappropriate questions. One of them had his kids with him. But then they were gone out of the store and it was over before I could do anything. Fortunately, both encounters were brief. I'm glad I left before I saw them again.
-The fellow who gave me the jewelry is trying to get me to name my child after him. (He still does this if I happen to be shopping at that store when he's there.) "Lonnie is good for boys and girls," he insists. "It's the least you can do."
-On Christmas Eve, we closed a bit early, and I had the closing shift, which means I stay after we close to mop, clean bathrooms, put misplaced groceries away, etc. Someone in the men's bathroom decided that that was the day to pee everywhere in their stall except for in the toilet. People stink sometimes.
-A lady came in with some shabbily dressed people and got them $50 worth of groceries. She let them go first, paid for them, and then when they left and she was paying for her own we talked. They were homeless and asked her for some money or food, so she took them inside and got them some.
-Someone told me they appreciate my "Yankee Doodle accent."
-A Little Ceasars opened down the way from our store. The store's in a little strip mall type thing, like most grocery stores are. (You know, with a Rite Aid next door and maybe a salon or bank nearby.) They were hiring and having open interviews. I arrived at work at 9 am that day and there was a line of people outside the store that went clear to our store (about 75 yards) and some of the same people were still in line at noon. It's a really hard place to get jobs, so when a store comes that has lots of jobs available all at once, everyone tries for it, hoping they'll be lucky with higher chances. It's the kind of place where businesses get credits if their employees have certain hardships, and no discrimination laws are enforced, so there's a lot of discrimination against applicants that has nothing to do with ability. My boss told me he'd probably not have hired me had he known I was pregnant when I applied (which is exactly why I didn't tell him). It's just that kind of place.
This video, for instance, makes me happy. Biology and teaching biology makes me happy. Much more than scanning groceries. I should make this song my ringtone!
I shouldn't neglect the last few cashier memories, though. They're a little more sad in some ways because these all happened between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the holidays make sad situations more tragic somehow.
-A lady I recognized and saw at least weekly was outside picking through our cigarette butt ashtray thing, choosing the butts with the most left on them, and then started smoking those while her people were shopping inside.
-I asked one girl if she was excited for Christmas. "We're having it late," she said. "Because of paychecks and stuff. Maybe sometime in January." Her mom looked embarrassed, and I pointed out that this meant she was going to get presents after school started, and everyone would be jealous of her. She seemed entranced by this idea.
-An 11-year-old(ish) girl had decided she likes me (I haven't been particularly nurturing to her, so I haven't the faintest idea why) so whenever her family comes in (twice a week or so) she'd scour the store until she found me and ask if she could help me. Unfortunately, she's less competent than another kid who does this with me, so mostly she makes things worse. Instead of putting bags in customer's carts, she'll line up all the bags on one arm and make the customer take them from her. When her own mother finally comes through the line to leave, she won't help her mother but whips out a hoard of stuff she's stashed nearby and wants her mother to buy her. I explained that when it's the week before Christmas, one's material interests are often better served by service to others rather than demands on an already stressed mother with a stretched budget, and things like hugs were a good place to start. This was a poorly chosen example: the next time she came in, I was unaware of her presence until she came up behind me to give me a surprise guess-who's-suddenly-in-your-space-and-maybe-abducting-you hug. She is not a small 11-year-old girl. She chose to hug me around the widest point of my belly, which at that point was definitely showing, and had recently been painful for my stomach muscles (probably just muscles doing whatever they do when a baby pushes through them: that is, failing at their jobs), and there was some yelping and wheezing involved. She couldn't understand why the hug wasn't working.
-I had two different men in the same week make inappropriate comments and body language with me that, had they been employees, could certainly have been followed up with some sort of harassment complaint. As it was, it was over almost as soon as it started and there was no time to deal with it then. I'd seen them both before, and this was at a time when my belly was straining the too-small tshirt the store issued me. It's eerie to have big, sweaty, dirty men rake their eyes over you and then come up way too close to you, essentially trapping you in your little register area, and make jokes about you to your face, or jeer at you and ask you inappropriate questions. One of them had his kids with him. But then they were gone out of the store and it was over before I could do anything. Fortunately, both encounters were brief. I'm glad I left before I saw them again.
-The fellow who gave me the jewelry is trying to get me to name my child after him. (He still does this if I happen to be shopping at that store when he's there.) "Lonnie is good for boys and girls," he insists. "It's the least you can do."
-On Christmas Eve, we closed a bit early, and I had the closing shift, which means I stay after we close to mop, clean bathrooms, put misplaced groceries away, etc. Someone in the men's bathroom decided that that was the day to pee everywhere in their stall except for in the toilet. People stink sometimes.
-A lady came in with some shabbily dressed people and got them $50 worth of groceries. She let them go first, paid for them, and then when they left and she was paying for her own we talked. They were homeless and asked her for some money or food, so she took them inside and got them some.
-Someone told me they appreciate my "Yankee Doodle accent."
-A Little Ceasars opened down the way from our store. The store's in a little strip mall type thing, like most grocery stores are. (You know, with a Rite Aid next door and maybe a salon or bank nearby.) They were hiring and having open interviews. I arrived at work at 9 am that day and there was a line of people outside the store that went clear to our store (about 75 yards) and some of the same people were still in line at noon. It's a really hard place to get jobs, so when a store comes that has lots of jobs available all at once, everyone tries for it, hoping they'll be lucky with higher chances. It's the kind of place where businesses get credits if their employees have certain hardships, and no discrimination laws are enforced, so there's a lot of discrimination against applicants that has nothing to do with ability. My boss told me he'd probably not have hired me had he known I was pregnant when I applied (which is exactly why I didn't tell him). It's just that kind of place.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
A little help from my friends
Semester #1 is done! I honestly don't know what else to say about it. It's over. Done. Terminado. I've learned more the last 5 months than I think that I have my whole last year of undergrad. I've made a few friends who have helped me get through this madness. I have been amazed at the level of support and commiseration that happens here. I always heard that med school was uber competitive with students even giving intentionally misleading study guides. Thankfully that hasn't happened here.We've had some good times, my friends and I. We shared some laughs, some pain, but surprisingly no tears (at least not with each other, unless I wasn't invited to some late-night crying sessions. I mean, my friends are all guys. We boast about growing hair on our chests, not about how many times we cried while reviewing material). So, this short post goes out to them, my friends. May we never burn out like our scrubs after anatomy.
Monday, December 22, 2014
This is where we live (in photos)
A few pictures to help illustrate where it is we live. The good, bad, strange, and different.
We see these trucks occasionally. This was taken on the drive up to NYC for Thanksiving, and we really liked the mudflaps, too.
One night it "snowed" and they cancelled school for the county's public schools. This is what the snowstorm consisted of. (To be fair, people said it was icy elsewhere.)
You know you've in Kentucky when you use the bathroom at the movie theater and three of the four stalls look like this.
This is where James lives during school. It's one of the two buildings his classes are in.
I've never lived anywhere that had deciduous trees at the tops of mountains. Either I lived near mountains that went above timberline (so no trees grew above a certain elevation and the tops were therefore rocky and rugged) or else they had pine trees. It gives the mountains an entirely different shape to see them without leaves!
We see these trucks occasionally. This was taken on the drive up to NYC for Thanksiving, and we really liked the mudflaps, too.
One night it "snowed" and they cancelled school for the county's public schools. This is what the snowstorm consisted of. (To be fair, people said it was icy elsewhere.)
This is where James lives during school. It's one of the two buildings his classes are in.
This is where we actually live. I took the picture before we went inside the first time. It's our little duplex with no fences between the different yards. (Turns out that's how it is here. I don't know if it's a southern thing or a small town thing or just a Tennessee thing, but it's a thing.)
At a local taco joint* (Taco Casa, to be exact) they have a house special: The Beany Twins! You can get a hot dog in a taco or a hot dog in a burrito at little to no cost!
*Mexican food, it should be noted, is in extremely short supply here, both in number of restaurants and types of food available at grocery stores. I have seen exactly one Hispanic person since we moved here, and here I thought we were moving to a place with more diversity than Utah. It's a little strange to not have delicious aromas from various Mexican places tempting us. This is pretty much the highest quality option we have.
I guess someone has to be growing the tobacco people are smoking. Apparently it's where we live!
We live near Tri-State Peak, where you can sit in Virginia, Tennessee, and Kentucky all at the same time! With a strange family behind you! It's not the four corners (and no, it's not the three triangles either) but it's pretty cool.
We have nice pop choices here. (Fun fact: Dr. Pepper is a Coke product in TN, but in KY it's considered a Pepsi product. Who knew?!)
We got a new car and it lives here, too!
This is the view from our back door. There were horses in the field in summer, so hopefully they'll be back.
Look carefully at these two tree stumps just outside our front door (I'm standing on our front porch taking a picture that shows, in the background, the back porch of the owners of the four culrpits of this ) If this is where we live, than THIS (these two stumps) is where all the dog poop in our neighborhood lives.
Kentucky: where our closest movie theater only has four screens, so you have to catch something opening week to see it, but where the most expensive ticket you can buy (adult, weekend) is only $4.75.
The South: where even the canned mustard greens have a soulful heritage!
Sunday, November 23, 2014
What's in a Doctor's Bag?
It's been a while since I've posted on this blog. I guess you could say that taking 27.5 credits of classes is a little time consuming. That being said, I think that I'm finally getting a handle on this thing known as medical school. I've even figured out how to get a little bit of spare time to do things. Crazy, I know.
Anyway, when I'm at school I get a ton of emails. Most of them are essentially spam sent from the school's clubs trying to get me to buy a sweatshirt or a clipboard or some other unnecessary and expensive item. Sometimes there are a few worthwhile emails with volunteer opportunities. I got such an email probably a month and a half ago for a chance to go show some elementary kids what is in a doctor's bag. I thought that it would be cool to do, and since I felt like I could manage to volunteer for a few hours one day, I signed up.
The day came to visit the elementary school. It was an hour away from school and Google Maps took my friend and me to the wrong location at first, but we found it eventually. We got there and this school had some intense security measures. The first one was pretty normal I guess you could say; you had to call in from the outside and they would unlock the front door. We walked in and some of the school was at lunch. The kids were so excited to see us fancy med students in our spiffy white coats. The next thing that I noticed was that there was an armed police officer walking the perimeter of the lunch room. They must have some serious food fights reminiscent of "Hook". I personally thought it was a little excessive, I mean, kids will be kids. Food fights are a natural part of school.
We signed in at the front desk and got our visitor stickers. There were two activities going on that day: one was a mini-med school activity and the other was the doctor's bag thing, which was what I signed up to do. It was a pretty sweet activity. They took us around to about 4 different classes ranging from preschool to second grade. It seemed to me that some of the kids were very shy either around doctors or they were terrified of my height as is usually the case. The first two groups of kids that I had really weren't that interested in what I was doing. However, they all seemed to enjoy playing with my tools. They especially liked my blood pressure cuff. They thought it was the coolest thing being able to pump that thing up. I would have thought that the otoscope or opthalmoscope would have interested them more. Who hasn't ever wanted to see what's lurking behind your pupil or what kind of crusties your friend has hidden in his ear? Shows you how out of touch I am with the youth of these days.
I had a lot of fun doing that. And now, if any of you want to know what doctors carry with them, I am trained in the art of showing you.
Anyway, when I'm at school I get a ton of emails. Most of them are essentially spam sent from the school's clubs trying to get me to buy a sweatshirt or a clipboard or some other unnecessary and expensive item. Sometimes there are a few worthwhile emails with volunteer opportunities. I got such an email probably a month and a half ago for a chance to go show some elementary kids what is in a doctor's bag. I thought that it would be cool to do, and since I felt like I could manage to volunteer for a few hours one day, I signed up.
The day came to visit the elementary school. It was an hour away from school and Google Maps took my friend and me to the wrong location at first, but we found it eventually. We got there and this school had some intense security measures. The first one was pretty normal I guess you could say; you had to call in from the outside and they would unlock the front door. We walked in and some of the school was at lunch. The kids were so excited to see us fancy med students in our spiffy white coats. The next thing that I noticed was that there was an armed police officer walking the perimeter of the lunch room. They must have some serious food fights reminiscent of "Hook". I personally thought it was a little excessive, I mean, kids will be kids. Food fights are a natural part of school.
We signed in at the front desk and got our visitor stickers. There were two activities going on that day: one was a mini-med school activity and the other was the doctor's bag thing, which was what I signed up to do. It was a pretty sweet activity. They took us around to about 4 different classes ranging from preschool to second grade. It seemed to me that some of the kids were very shy either around doctors or they were terrified of my height as is usually the case. The first two groups of kids that I had really weren't that interested in what I was doing. However, they all seemed to enjoy playing with my tools. They especially liked my blood pressure cuff. They thought it was the coolest thing being able to pump that thing up. I would have thought that the otoscope or opthalmoscope would have interested them more. Who hasn't ever wanted to see what's lurking behind your pupil or what kind of crusties your friend has hidden in his ear? Shows you how out of touch I am with the youth of these days.
I had a lot of fun doing that. And now, if any of you want to know what doctors carry with them, I am trained in the art of showing you.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Southern snow...sort of.
People like to talk to their cashier about the weather. Especially when it's changing. It's a safe topic - nobody's going disagree or argue about whether it's sunny or cold. This last week has been getting gradually colder (but nothing like what poor Colorado experienced!), and people are starting to freak out. You'd think they'd never seen winter before! People here treat snow like it's the end of the world, and they really don't get all that much snow.
One night at work, it was that cold weather where the air is frozen and you can feel little specks of frozenness touching your face, but there's nothing coming down. Just frozen humidity. A fellow cashier came inside saying, "It's sleeting!" Another announced, "It's sure coming down!" Nope. Maybe a total of ten drops on a windshield. Sleet? No.
I want to rant for a minute and say that I love snow. I agree, driving in snow isn't awesome, and being colder than you want is also not wonderful. I don't like driving in snow any more than summer-lovers like dealing with sunburns. But be prepared and you'll get through it; there's no need for the annual Facebook onslaught of snow hating. Many people dislike hot weather, but you don't see everyone post "I hate all sunshine forever until I die!" "Gross! It's sunshine!" "I can't believe the sun is out! I hate this time of year." Wear sunscreen if you don't want a sunburn from the sun. Wear a coat to be less cold from the snow. Let's stop the hating on snow! It's not a surprise - I mean, good grief, it's winter. If you live in a snowy state and hate snow, then move to Arizona. Four months of complaining and unhappiness because of fluffy white stuff you can't control? What a sad way to lose a third of the year. You're allowed to dislike it, but please don't be mean to people who do like it! And learn that this is a third of your life if you live in a place that experiences winter. Sheesh. It's just snow. Rant over.
Anyway, in our city here, people treat snow like it's the Apocalypse. On Thursday afternoon there were actual flurries in the air - flurries! - and they didn't even stick. The prettiness of snow without any mess! Brilliant! It was not supposed to accumulate, and there's no snow in the forecast, but the sight of a dozen flakes sent people into a frenzy. Our store was suddenly swarmed with doomsdayers buying milk, bread, eggs, and almost every gallon of water we had. People buying lighters, propane, and coffee - oh, if I had a dime for all the coffee we sold! It didn't even full-on snow. It lasted for 30 minutes and was lovely. Not a single person through my line that day liked snow, and they all mocked me for liking it. I've seen snow-hate and snow-fear, but this was exciting: imminent snow death for all as the world comes to an end! They're all scurrying about, preparing for the Apocalypse, and I'm just smiling, watching the snow fall down. Some people just like to watch the world burn.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
So we went to Louisville the other day...
We went to Louisville a couple of weeks ago in order to get a great deal on a carseat from a lady there. (She'd found it accidentally marked at $30 instead of the $190 it usually is and bought it, so we got it from her. What a wonderful, wonderful thing!)We decided we'd only spend the night there if we could find a hotel for $50 or under. Otherwise we'd do the trip in one day (it's a 4 hour drive to Louisville). Hooray! We found the hotel! So excited were we for our little vacation that we didn't think to read the hotel reviews first.
- The bedding, towels, and furniture were all stained, torn, dirty, or shredded. Every last one. I don't know what blue thing happened on those towels, and I don't want to know.
- About half of the lights worked. Some of them had no chance, like the one mounted to the wall by the bed with its cord dangling down into nothing - there was no outlet for it.
- The sink made a loud whining sound that may or may not have made me shriek when I washed my hands.
- The bathroom....ah, the bathroom. There was someone else's pubic hair in our toilet. The walls had smudges and dirt on them. The tub itself and the inside of the shower curtain looked like Jackson Pollock had decorated them with mildew and mold. It was textured with them. We opted to not shower
After seeing this, we pulled up reviews for the place. Apparently this is normal and reviews all said that asking for a new room often cost extra and usually ended up with a worse room. Apparently it's a common short-to-long term "home" for vagrants, since it's cheap. Apparently some of these vagrants are known for selling drugs and sex here. Apparently drug busts have happened while visitors stayed here. And apparently sometimes you can find drug paraphernalia in your rooms. (We looked but didn't find any.) At least there were no bed bugs or cockroaches (that we saw) and since it was late, we just slept carefully and brushed our teeth at a McDonald's the next day. Upon checkout, we found another couple with the same sort of room situation as ours. Our car wasn't even stolen!
We really enjoyed downtown Louisville. I'd forgotten about public art! And museums! And being near stuff! This is on the same street as the Slugger Museum, and we wandered the area for a couple of hours.
We found a neat science exploration center. We spent an hour in it and didn't even see a full third of their fun activities and learning stations. It was free! It's like Salt Lake's planetarium, but better. We found it because it had this sweet satellite dish mirror outside.
One of our favorite things in the museum was the chance to be in a bubble.
James found this sweet looking limo covered in rhinestones? Glass beads? Dried wine droplets?
And we drove past this exciting place (it turns out is is more of an events center than it is a taste testing site).
We also liked this cool gutted building downtown. All in all, it was a fun trip! Even with the hotel.
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