Monthly Archive for December, 2007

grand rounds 4.13

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It’s raining.  I like the rain…when I don’t have to go outside.  My dog agrees.

Apologies for the chicken-scratch drawing.  My tablet was having issues with Leopard and I couldn’t be bothered with redrawing it once I downloaded the new drivers…

reason #132 why the iphone is awesome

Sure.  We can talk about how it’s an iPod and a phone in one.  But everybody already knows that.  What we need are real life how-my-iPhone-saved-the-day stories.  Kind of like those nifty ads they show on TV.  So here’s a story from me:

So I went Christmas shopping again this week.  Even though I went the extra mile to be “done” last week.  I had all my presents set.  And then I find out that my brother bought me something insanely expensive.  He spent way more on me than I did on him.  So I had to go find something else to supplement his gift so that we would be more even.  Problem was I was fresh out of ideas. Except for one: tennis shoes.  So I go out looking for the same shoes I have (but for men, of course) because my tennis shoes are pretty awesome.

And, of course, I can’t find them because most mainstream stores don’t carry a wide selection of tennis shoes since all their space is taken up by basketball and running shoes.  So I go to another shoe store, which has several different tennis shoes to choose from, just not the ones I was looking for.  At this point, I decided that I’d better settle for something else besides the ones I had in the interest of not going insane from going on a pointless shoe hunt.  But how to choose when I knew nothing about these shoes?  Well, that’s why the iPhone is awesome.  All I had to do was whip it out, open up Safari and look up reviews of all the shoes that I saw in the store.  As I was sitting there doing that, an employee actually came by and asked me if I needed help.  I really wanted to say, “No thanks.  There’s nothing that you can tell me that my iPhone can’t.”  Which is true, by the way since employees tend to know nothing about what they’re selling (they’re simply not paid enough to care). But I didn’t want to make him think I was a snooty iPhone owner, so I stuck with the simple, “No thanks.” Minutes later, I had my answer.

I can in all honesty say I would have been screwed without my iPhone.  There’s no way to efficiently look up random things like that on a regular phone, or even a smartphone (”efficiently” being the key word here…my husband’s Treo is capable of some surfing, but it’s a pain to use and most websites don’t work on it).  Sure, I could have just made a random choice, but then I could have been stuck giving my brother something that sucked.  So yeah, that’s why I love and can’t live without my iPhone.

inspirational music for the graduate student 2.6

I’ve always wanted to be a scientist.  Science has always been my first love.  Medicine was just an extension or application of science.  At the root of it all was my love for science.  Too bad that’s all over now thanks to my major professor.  But that doesn’t stop me from declaring that I am a Scientist (by Guided by Voices).YouTube Preview Image Don’t forget to send song suggestions here.

how long before teacher’s pet breaks?

On the one hand, I kind of hate Teacher’s Pet.  I can’t walk past her without muttering “bitch” under my breath.  I figure that I can get away with it because I’ve clearly portrayed myself as the absolute opposite of her: anti-social, un-empathetic, socially awkward…so yes, I can’t help being rude.

But on the other hand, a very small part of me (0.5%) feels sorry for her.  Maybe she’s naively believing all of the empty promises my major professor is making.  Maybe she doesn’t know that she’s becoming his bitch to get something that she could have gotten on her own anyway (turns out she really wants to get into the residency program here).  Maybe she thinks she can break her ties with him once she gets what she wants.  Whatever it is that’s motivating her, she is very quickly becoming his utter and complete bitch. He started her off on just one pointless project.  That was the price she had to pay to be able to work on her pet project. One pointless project turned into two.  And now he’s adding on yet another one. Not to mention all of the administrative stuff she has to do now (like answering his phone like he I used to when I didn’t know any better).  I thought she liked having her nose so far up his ass that she can’t see the sun, but a colleague of mine who has watched their interactions and witnessed her reaction to him telling her that she was to take on yet another pointless project tells me that she might be close to having enough.  Wow.  I’m shocked.  I almost feel sorry for her.  Almost.  But not quite.  Because her existence and her being such an ass-kisser has screwed me over even worse just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.  So I really hope she does break and that I get to witness it.

do i look like a premed to you?!

So in my last meeting with my major professor and Teacher’s Pet…you know, the one where he was a complete ass to me but sugary sweet to her…he also just couldn’t wait to be done with talking to me so that he could go on and on about her special project.  Well, he finally got to it, but he didn’t dismiss me (because, really, I could care less about her project).  Instead, he started describing her super special project on a condition that affects pregnant women and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he had the nerve to tell me that I could help her if I wanted.  That helping her would be good clinical experience for me.  That I would get to see and interact with patients.


1.  I have absolutely no interest in OB/Gyn.  None whatsoever.  Negative interest if that’s possible.

2.  I’m no undergrad starving to taste the life of a doctor!  I’ve been there.  Done that.  Would be doing that now instead of being patronized by him if he hadn’t screwed me over.

Ugh.  I could not believe my ears.  You’re screwing me over because of this Teacher’s Pet and now you want me to be her lackey too?  Promising me clinical experience as if I’m some lowly premed chomping at the bit?  Gag me already.

dr jekyll and mr hyde

I was feeling ambitious today, so I actually cracked open another student’s thesis that was lying around my soon-to-not-be-my office and tried to give my thesis a go.  I came up with an outline and started looking up papers for my introduction section.  And I even learned a few things along the way.  I was feeling pretty good about it all.Then my major professor showed up to start cleaning out my office.  Which he never got around to.  Instead, he spent all of his time cavorting with Mistress and getting his ego stroked by Teacher’s Pet.  But of course, he claims he came in today to meet with Teacher’s Pet and me.  I really wanted no part of it because I really don’t enjoy witnessing Teacher’s Pet stroke his ego and him soaking it all up like rays of sunshine.  But I had no choice, of course.  Surprisingly enough, he actually wanted to talk about the study I’m involved in, not hers.  But that’s where the positives end.  Because whenever I tried to ask him rather well-thought out and legitimate questions about analyzing our data leading to us possibly unblinding ourselves and unconsciously tainting our results, he would cut me off mid-sentence and talk down to me as if I were an idiot.  Okay, fine.  I should be used to that by now.  But what makes it all so appalling is the fact that not two seconds after he finishes making me feel like an idiot, Teacher’s Pet chimes in with exactly the same question and he actually lets her finish what she’s saying and answers her reasonably (not rightly, just without raising his voice or talking down to her).  This happened not once during the meeting, not twice, but every single time I tried to say anything.  I got so fed up with the overt discrimination that was going on that I was thisclose to blowing my lid and calling him out on his behavior and telling him where to shove his pompous attitude.  The only reason why I kept my cool was because I knew that he would simply deny what he was so blatantly doing and I would just look like an irrational idiot.Suffice it to say I couldn’t get out of that so-called meeting fast enough.  I really was spoiled by his long hiatus.  I forgot what an asshole he is.   But I remember now.  I really need to get myself out of here.

grand rounds 4.11

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