im ready for my closeup

Some may wonder why I wear a tad more makeup in the morning. No it’s not because every last bit of my femininity has been taken away by the ill-fitting ‘I look like a blueberry scrubs’ or the bad hair day bouffant cap or the bricks I wear on my feet called danskos. I had my reasons before, but I have added a new one to the list: camera crew.
I'm clearly not at UMass anymore, where I'm pretty sure they don't pre-printed signs notifying people that a camera crew is filming, you know, because things like that happen all the time. My patient was part of a network news documentary and cameras were filming the entire experience. And since I'm a medical student and I have time, hover, and dont want to miss on things because no one will tell you when things actually happen unless you stalk, I was around quite a bit. look for my head bobbing in and out of the background. and by head i mean bouffant cap and done up eyes. t-g i pile on the concealer. you just never know when you are going to be on camera. So is my life.
Original story of makeup in the OR started innocently one morning when I had jumped into this conversation with these two fairly hilarious 50-something y/o women, one supporting her friend who was undergoing an operation for recently discovered cancer. When I realized that, after a few minutes of random banter, that they had no idea who I was except for that I had somehow had access to a pair of scrubs, I introduced myself as a medical student. Then the friend starts examining at my face and asked ‘and how tired are you?’ since many people are aware that no one in our profession sleeps. So of course, my reaction was to rant ‘oh no, im not tired, ive slept, bad genetics, I blame my mom (I LOVE YOU MOM, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!), they are always like this, I think one day im going to laser them off, bad genetics, im so not tired.’ I was more prone to ranting after one of my OB residents had asked me if I had a bruise under my eye, like someone had punched me in the face. My response was 'no, med school did this to me'; her response 'oh, residency isnt any better.' So back to story. After she and her friend profusely apologized, the woman was later wheeled off in a midazolam haze screaming as she left the pre-op area ‘don’t listen to her, Rachel, your eyes are beautiful, they’re gorgeous, don’t listen to her. You’re beautiful Rachel.’
And so my obsession with concealer began. In plenty of time for my closeup.