Thursday, April 23, 2009

atlanta (or the parking lot in atlanta which is all ive seen)

ive been in atlanta for 24 hours now and my tour schedule went as follows: sitting on airport curb waiting for my hotel shuttle to pick me up lets say for over an hour, getting somewhat pissy, but then realizing, um, i have nowhere to go, and its actually nice outside, so the piece of me that was filled with rage calmed and returned to being filled with hunger, as usual. then i sat at the hotel bar by myself chatting with the waitress who actually knew more than me about the exam i was taking. seriously, like costs and specifics about the schedule. poor girl must have had thousands of whiny medical students. i had nothing new to complain about. she knew it all. then my hotel room. i could live in a hotel. i dont even need a nice one. i just want a hot shower that can be as long as i want with no guilt, no pants, and law and order all the time on cable. someone even makes your bed, takes out your trash, and has cookies at reception. heaven.
i took my cs exam today. and for those nonmedical people (do i still have nonmedical friends? dont hate me cause i dont see you or i never come to nyc) cs stands for clinical skills and by that they mean, you fake examine a fake sick person and fake write up a note. well, you actually write a note, but it has like no content because your physical (or what you could do of a physical) was a complete sham. like no palpating. your hand could hover over the skin. basically all i did was lightly touch my stethescope to the areas of heart, lungs, and wave my hands around the stomach.
and i hate to say it, but the most annoying part of the day were the other people. calm down medical students! i know, i shouldnt talk being the one with standardized patient induced anxiety, but people, stop talking about the exam. seriously, everyone wants to know what i put down for that one or that one, and im like, not telling you. because i shouldnt and i dont want to talk about it. its over. get over it. breathe. and go outside. we are all looking a bit pasty.
and i want my milkshake now!

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