Monday, November 01, 2004

Phase 3 of Medical School

Quick update: Phase 3 of medical school involves unleashing hordes of medical students on unsuspecting patients, people who have no idea that when they say it's their first time getting this test done, it's also our first time doing the test. That it's not them shaking from the epinephrine, it's us shaking from having to give the epinephrine. That when we say "oops" and laugh nervously, we're not trying to make small talk, but rather distract ourselves from an untimely urinary output. And in doing all this, our regular 40 hour week, plus call, plus emerg shifts, plus readings, meetings, rounds, and generally doing extra scut work, we are well compensated for our 12,000+ tuition with a real salary, a working man/woman's salary, a salary that has stood the test of time, not to be bothered with silly ideations like inflation, or adjusted cost of living, or human dignity. That's right, 47 cents an hour baby!! (note: salary payable only for the first 40 hours worked per week. Any hours worked above the aforementioned number is considered grounds for mental insanity and therefor cannot be compensated for under the charter of it sucks to be you)

Newa, life in the fast lane of Med 3 is fabulous. Just finished psych, where I promptly went crazy, and am now on the island doing family medicine, which is pulling me in more directions than a schizophrenic person who's hearing voices and has delusions of grandeur. Hope all your lives are just as sunshiny, and that the last sounds before the anaesthetic kicks in for your surgery are not my voice, and the word "oops..."


Beauty is simply Reality seen with the eyes of love. — Evelyn Underhill

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