Float my bed.

Our patient along with her husband consulted for the first time in PGH with the complaint of months of severe RLQ pain radiating to the back. It took an hour and a half interviewing them because there were so many details — they’ve already went to so many doctors and already did so many diagnostic tests. She already had CT scans, Ultrasounds, CBCs, and several urinalyses and all were normal. When we were done with our history and physical exam, our consultant did his own physical exam that lasted 5 minutes and concluded that she has Sciatic Nerve Impingement probably secondary to a Lumbar Herniation.

Our patient is a housewife and her husband is a tricycle driver. They’ve sought help from doctors whose incompetence made them spend for so many unnecessary tests when a simple physical exam done by a single good doctor would have clinched the diagnosis. It moved me when I saw the couple smiling when the doctor explained to them her condition. But what moved me even more was when our patient smiled and said in a soft voice that they now have no more money for treatment. Money doesn’t come easy for people like them and it frustrates me that they had to encounter a line-up of crappy doctors when there really should be no such thing as a crappy doctor.

I apologize for not keeping quiet when you were asking us to listen to some important announcements. I kept talking even if all the others stopped and I know it was wrong and disrespectful. I didn’t hear you asking us to pay attention. Actually, I did. I just pretended I didn’t because I saw you from the corner of my eye and noticed you were getting agitated and it felt like elementary again and I couldn’t resist agitating you even more because I felt something funny would happen if I did.

It’s mean and immature, but I got the funny I wanted in the form of a classmate stomping his feet several times while shouting “QUIET!!!” in a very angry voice.  I’m in med school and that’s something I didn’t even see in elementary.

In order for me to play the latest and most badass games on my PSP, I had to update my firmware. My “advisers” told me that I could update on my own by downloading the update online and follow simple installation instructions. I spent 2 hours studying the simple installation instructions and still wasn’t able to understand the bulk of it (very much like Renal). The only part that I understood with full clarity was that if I did something wrong, I could “brick” my PSP, meaning, my PSP becomes as useful as a brick. I wouldn’t be able to use my PSP unless I asked a friend to help me, which I found too cumbersome (text text what time ka free ah mamaya pa aww), and as stingy as I am, I found it absolutely necessary to go to the mall and pay someone to do what I should’ve been able to do on my own. So I did. My PSP was successfully upgraded to the latest firmware for 300p and I choose to believe that it was because I went in my white uniform and giggled and smiled enough to make them fill my PSP to the megabyte with games and themes for no extra charge.

I’ve been nagging my parents for a PSP since my last birthday, resulting in a tantrum lasting for a month because they gave me a camera instead. This year was no different - they gave me jewelry, which I would never be able to wear because one, they’re too expensive and two, my ear piercings are not where they should be. I almost gave them a repeat performance of last year’s outburst if it were not for my birthday resolution of being nicer to them regardless. Contrary to what I just wrote, I’m actually not spoiled. It just frustrates me that the few times I ask for something, it’s like they give me something else on purpose. I’ve actually considered buying a PSP with my own money, but as a person of pride and good moral values, I could not go against my belief that PSP’s should be given, not bought. Anyweiz, I already accepted the sad truth that I would never be able to waste countless hours of my waning youth on portable videogames. Until now (!!!). I happen to have a stellar boyfriend who spoils me at the perfect time in the most perfect way and I can’t believe that I’m only 3 hours away from my first completely downloaded PSP game. Ziggyofoshizz!!

For the first time in such a long long time, we have a reading list. The best part of the list is that they put little checkboxes beside each topic. And when it comes to ticking off items in a list, I JUST GET SO ANAL. Anyways, for the past few days, I’ve been opening my ogre of a book with the conviction of studying hardcore. But after a paragraph, it’s either I fall asleep or I get the sudden urge to run the treadmill. And it frustrates me because I really want to go into IM and follow the footsteps of Gregory - he has a double degree in Nephrology and Infectious Diseases WATTTTUP - and now I cant because I wont be able to check all the boxes in our reading list and I know exaggeration is nothing but a corny lie made to sound cool, but I don’t care because really, with all honesty, I really have to check all the boxes in a list and I hate them for putting checkboxes and it pisses me off so much that I’ve started writing in run-on sentences.