apparently, numbers aren’t my thing
We had our anatomy practical on the GI system on Monday. I spent 4 hours out of my weekend tutoring my friends on it, so in theory, I should have done really well. For some unfathomable reason, however, I thought our practical was at 3:18 p.m. when in actuality, it was at 3 p.m., and our practical ended at 3:18 p.m.
Since I’d been studying with my neighbor, we basically got there at the halfway mark, and only because he asked if I wanted to race him to the lab. :[ I am a terrible person.
I think we did reasonably well though, given the circumstances? I still feel horrible though. :[ Good thing he didn’t care. :[
Part of our mini med school presentation includes a demonstration/tutorial on how to intubate using mannequins, so we were going over that yesterday. I actually got to do this about 6 years ago at a summer program I did back at the hospital my mom works at, but it’s definitely been a while. Apparently, I did retain a little somethin’ though because I was the only one who successfully intubated my patient on my first try without breaking any teeth! :D Super proud of self. I may not be such a failure after all! :D
In other news, we had our Chapman points lab today in OPP. I’m really glad that I got paired off with one of my friends and not with someone creepy.
If you subscribe to the belief that 2nd base is above the waist and 3rd base is below, my friend basically got to 3rd on me today. (Please note where the point for “uterus” is.) Our professor referred to it as “starting at the ischial tuberosities and moving up til the point right before where you’d get sued.” Oh, medicine. We clearly cannot have boundaries. I restate and reiterate: I’m glad my partner today was my friend.
We were working out together-ish at the gym yesterday afternoon and the following conversation ensued:
I: Hey Farrah, do you think Mike’s buff?
M: No, don’t ask her that!
F: But I didn’t even answer yet.
M: What if I don’t want to hear the answer? :[
I: I think you’re buff, Mike.
M: Stop it.
F: You don’t take compliments well, do you? :O
So today, Isaac came over.
I: While we have the chance…
F: Oh yeah! Did you want to palpate my liver? And my kidneys? (He asked about this yesterday.)
I: …Oh. Yes! But not right now. I was going to say, while you have the chance, you should feel Mike’s biceps and tell him you agree with me.
F: A most splendid idea! Will do! :D
F+I: (evil snickers)
(For the record, we’re all friends, or this probably would have been a little strange and I’d probably get Titled IX’ed.) I did this after he got through the CV/Respiratory Chapman points (what I call second base) on me.
F: I’m sorry, but Isaac put me up to this. :O Blame him if you mind. (does the Pacman kidney capture on M’s biceps)
I: What? Farrah, do you agree with me now? Look at those muscles! And whether or not you like facial hair, at least he can grow a beard if he wants to!
F: This is true.
We had fun, haha. I don’t think either of us felt a single Chapman point though.
Kroger is having a Greek yogurt sale, so I’m trying out all the brands! :P (I usually go with Fage 0% and soup it up with honey and granola, but since my honey crystallized due to the cold and I haven’t melted it back down yet, I’ve been getting the ones with actual flavor. :O