So, if you've been with me since I started this blog, you would notice that I've changed the title and the description. It's nearly a whole new blog, except really it isn't. It's still me here, telling a story. However, I have so many stories I can tell that are not strictly medically related, stories which some find highly entertaining. So, I decided to broaden up a bit, to paint a bigger picture of how I see things. Can medicine still apply? Of course! But let's not limit ourselves right? Let's begin with the latest..
It's currently 12:38 am, and instead of catching up on sleep, I'm going to share the highlights of this week before they erase themselves due to their traumatic nature and before I pass out from the lack of nutrition (I'll explain later).
This was the first week back from Thanksgiving break and I returned rested and productive only to learn that there were less than two weeks of classes remaining. This is the Christmas Rush for college students: last exams and papers all due with in 10 days, only to be followed by one week of finals. All the Botox in the world cannot prevent my annual look of shock and horror.
I had about two days of productivity and by the time Wednesday hit, I was in the throes of procrastination and stupor. The day began as normal: just making it to my 8AM Histology class, holding back vomit and tears in Organic Chemistry, a horrible Tai chi where I basically breathe for 50 minutes, and Histology Lab. I thought I'd be clever and go early so I could get a jump start on fairly long last lab. While I accomplished much of the lab by the time it began, I also managed to make multiple mistakes on the lab quiz and most likely failed.
With calm and focus up in flames, I moped off the campus. Of course when you're angry and want to get home you are going to encounter a massive amount of idiots on the road. The traffic lights along road to my house are synchronized. If you miss one, you miss them all. This idiot in front of me decides to go 25 in a 40, but when they see the light is turning yellow, they floor it and make me miss it. Moping at this point evolved into rage.
When I finally get in at around 3:00 pm. I decide I should play Call of Duty and blow off some steam just for a bit, maybe 20 minutes maximum. Of course this can't run smoothly either and the system needs updates and more updates. 20 minutes later, I'm playing. By 5:00 pm I decide that I should start studying for my Organic quiz that is approaching on Friday. This doesn't happen and the next hour or so can't really be accounted for because the next thing I knew, it was 6:30 pm and I was drinking beer and eating pizza. Later a friend came over to study Organic. We studied for an hour and a half, and then a 30 minute videogame break turned into almost a 2 hour session. 10:00 pm and we are at organic again. 10:30, we decide we're going to fail. I decide to sleep.
Thursday: Immediately after class I head out across the city accompanied by my friend so that I can get a haircut and then afterwards go eat lunch and shove cupcakes down my throat. All goes according to plan and the cupcakes were delicious. Along the drive we talk about deadly car crashes and other morbid things, typical depressing duo discussions. Because she forgot her artwork at home that she would need later, I'm able to go grab it and pick up groceries and return for a afternoon coffee fix.
We're going down the road and she's discussing how she has a CT scan scheduled for Friday. We often talk of how if we were diagnosed with a terminal illness we could have relief that it would all be over soon. If you were a pre-med student and you thought about life in heavy and depressing ways, you would most likely understand our thought process. To most, we're crazy. So as we're on our way to Starbucks discussing how we'd throw a party if diagnosed with cancer, I mistake an oncoming lane of traffic for a turning lane. By the grace of God or some other miracle, the other cars weren't flying down the road (like normal Memphis crazies) and we had just enough time to swerve back into the lane of life, with only a screaming horn and elevated heart-rate as a consequence.
We walk into Starbucks, half-laughing with a look of horror and place our orders. Compelled by the almost-death for the sake of coffee, I order a Venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte with 4 shots of espresso and soy milk. $8.00 never tasted so good.
Friday: The organic quiz basically sucked and I remained on campus from 8:00 am to 4:30 pm with classes, research, and a poetry conference. Later this evening I had a dessert party to attend at a Professors house so from 4:45-6:30 a friend and I played videogames until it was time to head over. Now comes for the lack of nutrition explanation. The following is my food intake for the day:
Breakfast: Blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese and a cup of coffee
Lunch: Luna bar and 3 cookies
Dinner: Heath Cheesecake, Chocolate Cake, Lemon Bar, Brownie, Heath Bar, and Cider.
Up until about 10:00 pm, this is all I had consumed all day. On the way home I stopped by a local deli and grabbed a sandwich, but not without being hit on by an old man. Icing on the cake. I was standing at the checkout and when it turned out the mass of dollar bills I handed the cashier wasn't enough, I opted for my card and she laid the cash on the counter. As I was finishing paying, this creeper blocked out my peripheral vision and said, "I can take this," referring to my stack of dollar bills. Upon which I grabbed by cash, half-smiled/twitched at his laughter and replied, "I should probably hold on to it," as I grabbed my sandwich and walked away, but not without a final, "I guess you should [laughs]."
Recalling that encounter has weirded me out and I can't think of anything else to say. So, I should probably go to sleep, seeing that it's now 1:30 am.
Until I'm hit on again by a member of the same sex,
Alex
hehe awesome.
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