M3 Prep

One of our professors took 5 minutes today to tell us what we're expected to do/know as an M3.
Some things were simple: How to get around the hospital, where things are, how rounds are run.
Some things were a bit more in depth: Know everything and then some about your 2-3 patients that you are assigned, be able to come up with a tentative differential, assessment, and plan for said patients.
In general though the whole talk made me sick to my stomach.

Patient Presentations

Some people may find it intimidating to tell a stranger in a white coat all their personal business. But today we have a lady in class telling her medical, family, social, and surgical history to not just one, but one-hundred plus strangers. No shame either. I guess you have to be very confident in your constipation to be able to boldly talk about it to an amphitheatre of students.

Symphony

The Cutest Boy in the World and I went to the Mississippi Symphony Orchestra for a lovely performance of Beethoven's Violin Concerto and Brahm's Symphony No. 4. I know very little about classical music, but I still enjoyed the evening. We got all dressed up in our finest, and mingled with the classy people of Jackson... And a lot of UMC students who were also there because the tickets were free. The evening was pushed from enjoyable to perfect by a trip to Brusters for ice cream afterwards.

Yes, I'm officially cultured. Mark that off my list of things to do this week.

It Takes a Whole Family to Raise a Curtain

The goal of this weekend was to get a new curtain rod hung in my room. Sounds simple? Oh... You'd think that..

First, it took 45minutes at Bed Bath & Beyond for me and my Mother Numpsey to choose the correct curtain rod. It's not that we had problems picking out a stylish one, that is not a problem at all, but the task of deciding what type of curtain rod we needed almost caused a few lacunar infarcts.

Then, came the hanging. It apparently it takes five people to replace a curtain rod. Me, Ashley, and my Mother Numpsey were their to offer our opinions and almost superhero powers of eye balling a level line. David, being a seasoned curtain hanger, was on hand. And, The Cutest Boy in the World offered to help with the manual labor, but he over estimated my preparedness and assumed I had a lot more tools then my meager collection of hammer and drill had to offer.

Moral of the story, three hours later, I have curtains. Well, one curtain. We still haven't figured out a way to hang the sheer, but we might have to save that for another weekend.

Asking for a Prayer

I found out today that one of my campers from Camp Rainbow is not doing well. She was diagnosed with Ewing's sarcoma about a year and a half ago, and has been fighting it bravely since then. But, the cancer that started in her vertebrae has moved to her brain.

I believe in miracles, that God could heal this little girl. But, more than that, I believe that God has a purpose for everyone. And, maybe, this little girl has fulfilled her purpose here on earth.

Please pray for her, and her family.

Circle Death Match

The last few months, I have been attending Briarwood Presbyterian Church. I really do love attending, but I am not exactly the typical member of the congregation. Mostly, I break the mold because I'm under the only member who wouldn't receive a senior citizen discount at the after-Worship Service lunch.

The women of Briarwood Pres are involved in monthly Bible Study groups called Circles. Being the new, young blood of the church, I am apparently a well sought after commodity for a Circle. Last month I was invited to join Circle 2, a Monday night circle for the "workin' girls." Since then, I have been invited to join three other Circles. This often occurs in the presence of a Circle 2 member, in which Circle 2 is reprimanded for "snatchin' up" the new girl before anyone else had a chance to meet me. It is actually quite flattering. Of course, I'm hoping things stay civil though. I don't want anyone to break a hip.

Dead or Alive?...

...As my dearest Mother Numpsey would have undoubtedly asked by now if I had neglected talking to her as long as I have this poor blog...

Exams were last week; I survived. Barely. It was actually probably the roughest round of exams I've experienced thus far. But, its behind me now. I can't change the past, so I better just gear up for the future. Thankfully, the Cutest Boy in the World has exams this week, and so I'll be forced to keep on top of things, which is actually fairly unheard of. I usually take the first week off after exams, only to realize that a week "off" actually just translates to being a week behind.