Done...for now at least

All right. So I'm done, I guess for now. And I have no clue how things went with the USMLE Step 1. It was a just a really long Multiple Choice Question Blur. I don't even remember that many questions. One or two that I had a question about I've looked up, and I was right about the answer I chose. Perhaps that's a good sign. Having not slept much the night before, and having woken up at 4:15 the day of the test...I slept like a baby last night. The only problem was I woke up, with nothing to do. It's an odd feeling, and I'm afraid I'm going to get sucked into riveting tasks such as vacuuming, or ummm...doing anything but reading the stack of happy nonsense books I've neglected since the start of the decade.

At the moment I'm content to watch Will & Grace. Why? No clue. That pile of goo on the floor? Yeah that's my brain. It oozed out of my ear.

QOTD

A: Miriam Makeba, who's that??

B: You know, that black lady on the Cosby Show...

C: Oh yeah...her...

Dumb question of the day:

If laboratory tests determine that the patient has a general medical condition that underlies the symptoms, which of the following is most likely?

A: Addison's Disease
B: Cancer of the Pancreas
C: Hyperparathyroidism
D: Hyperthyroidism
E: Hypothyroidism

...Could I get some symptoms please....(Insert biggest eye roll ever). Finally I get to use those mind-reading and X-ray vision skills!!!

Taken from Lange Q&A: USMLE Step 1.

Um, duh?

This is an excerpt from an article I was reading. I'm so glad it took research to figure out what anybody with an ear and a brain connected to each other could deduce. Insert eye roll.

"The researchers at the University at Albany in New York found that R&B contained the most references to sex per song (an average of 16 sex-related phrases per song). The top three sexual themes in R&B songs were the singer's sex appeal, the singer's wealth as it relates to finding a partner, and descriptions of sex acts. A total of 19 song themes were examined."

And could this article be ANY longer???

29 November 2011

While studying I’ve learned that propofol is high in TGs, and potentially damaging to the pancreas. I wonder what Michael Jackson’s pancreas looked like when they did an autopsy…

Kvetching...

Beyond tired of over zealous Psychofacebookmoms, and my friend list has over two dozen new or young moms. Your child was cute until picture number 6,734—and that’s just this month’s crop. Also, I really do not care what cutesy thing your child had to say. I hope I remember this when and if I have children, but listen up; your children are only interesting to you. Sadly, because I know of the parent-child relationship in many of these cases, I look at the postings by the overzealous Psychofacebookmoms and I see a spoiled brat in the works. Remember, brats are the product of lousy parenting. After that thought runs through my brain for the millionth time, another occurs to me—this child’s sure-to-be-histrionic teenage years will be penance enough for subjecting hundreds of innocent Facebookers to never ending pictures, anecdotes, and not-so-cutesy quotes. Your child is a child, and needs to be appreciated as such. They did not hang the moon. Since I’ve noticed the vast majority of psychofacebookmoms only have one child, the recommended treatment should be the crank out another kid—STAT. Note: I have PLENTY of friends with children who aren't guilty of being a Psychofacebookmom.

28 November 2011

Due to inclement weather (I’d heard there’s a chance of snow) I went out into the deluge to get firewood. I wanted the wood inside so it would be completely dry in the event that we experienced a power outage. Like a schmuck I went without shoes. So naturally in the process of removing a piece from the wood pile, another piece decided it didn’t want to be left out, and landed squarely on my (bare) foot. Ouch. Not ten minutes later it is already hurting, and I have the hematoma from hell. It is sore but not broken, because I can stand solely on the ball of my left foot.