So my first week back was exhausting and the majority of the time I just didn't wanna. I learned the importance of female anatomy, met the cutest little elf pathologist (she's everything I want to be when I grow up except I don't want to be a boob specialist), and I saw the most depressing patient to date. So all in all, I got drunk last night.
The case was a 22 year old that had congestive heart failure, diabetes, hypercholesterolemia (and subsequently coronary artery disease) and gastroparesis. On top of that, he's already had a coronary artery bypass graft (CABG) and was working on about 15% on her pump (her heart was only functioning at 15% basically). So yeah, I was depressed. This little kid is younger than me and will die. Probably very soon. She had no idea if anyone in her family had anything like that, since she said her parents have never been tested. It seemed a lot like they just have never gone to the doctor. The only reason why she knows all of this now is that last year she felt short of breath and went to the emergency room. Her diabetes was way out of control, her A1C was averaging about 13, and she was one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I didn't say all this to start some "this is why we need free healthcare" debate. If you feel like you need to reply with that bullshit I suggest you go ahead and leave out the middle man and just chop your fingers right off your hand so you can't type your hippy beliefs. Maybe one day I'll blog on all the reasons why nothing is free, especially healthcare. Someone will always be footing the bill. And since I never had anyone come and just say that my groceries are on them, then I don't believe I should say your healthcare is on me.
OK! Enough! Also, my parents drive me crazy. Not only did my mother decide it was time to vacum this morning, but my dad came up to me and wanted me to fill out a "good student" discount for my car insurance. Yeah, that's all fine and dandy, but they were saying how I needed to be in the top 20% of my class or have like, a B average and blah blah blah. Well, I just laughed, because I'm not sure medical school counts for a "full time university enrollment" and I sure as HELL am not in the top 20% of my class. When I gave it back to my dad telling him I'm not elligible, I got the "why the hell not?" and that just annoys me. I still don't think my parents get the whole med school thing. I don't think they get that I can't just walk into a test and make an A on it. I don't think they get how competitive and how hard and how soul destroying it really all is. That's part of the reason why I refuse to let them see my grades and when they ask just reply "I'm passing". ugh. I sometimes believe they wake up and think I'm still 16.
Moral of the story: don't move back in with your parents EVER. Just live out of your car.
That's all folks. Off to get the hairs snipped and then study. Peace!
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I wish everyone did understand how challenging it is. Maybe you should actually have them take one of your tests and see how well they do on it. I bet they wouldn't get the "good student advantage" either. Ha.
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