Tuesday, September 29, 2009

How Not to Help the War

While on line to get a required flu shot

RN: So why did you want to be a PA and not a nurse?
Roommate: Because I don't want to wipe ass.


This is not considered helpful in terms of mending the gap between nurses and PAs.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Visual contact of the Fundus: check.

Friday, September 11, 2009

My Life Challenge

I one day want to treat a DIC patient, and keep them alive. Critical care gives me a hard on.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009


I have always been told that med and PA school will break relationships. This idea has not yet deterred me from still trying to meet people and get myself into a relationship. But recent events have made me think that maybe I'm lucky for not being successful in my endeavors.

Roommate has been in a relationships since freshman year of college, the past 5 years. Last year they stayed together strong, even though they were multiple states away from each other. This year they live in adjacent states, very close to each other, and shit couldn't be going worse. It has been well agreed what the cause of this issue is. GF is not liking the fact that he has a whole new life and she's "stuck" at home, not meeting new people, not where she wants to be professionally, etc. She feels neglected, and I say honestly and objectively that she has no reason to feel like this. I call my friends out when they treat their significant other like shit. Roommate is easily the greatest BF I've ever met, and she's letting her insecurities get in the way of seeing the true situation at hand. Trust me when I say there has been a lot of drama going on.

I have become chief adviser/therapist/bro to Roommate. Not an unfamiliar role, but more intense since this was a relationship that was looking towards marriage - something that people my age are only starting to breach. I've provided all the analysis and advice I can. I know that I'm dead on, and I know that if I were listened to there would be the greatest likelihood for success. This is the kind of stuff I do, and I strive at it. Roommate agrees with my analysis, but isn't heeding my treatment plan because it goes against his philosophy of "picking your battles." I've yet to convince him that this is a battle worth fighting.

The weirdest part about all of this is how emotionally taxing this is on me. I have legit anxiety about all of this, and can't even imagine what Roommate is experiencing. (Especially since we're probably finding out tonight if this relationship is continuing or not tonight -gaaaaah!!!) I think it's because I really have been in the trenches, unlike other experiences. This is a good thing though. I've been trying hard to work on my empathy and being in touch with my own and others' emotions. When I was seeing patients last week I was definitely trying to reflect a little more on the situation, instead of letting their neurosis get on my nerves. I've been trying to give Roommate more emotional support as opposed to just rationalizing everything like I generally do. It's definitely weird handling the whole situation in a less "masculine" way. In the past I would probably worry about how I was coming off, not wanting to seem too "gay." But hell, that's exactly what I am and that's exactly what he's getting.

I just hope I don't lose the logical/rational side of me by embracing these new feelings. I wouldn't want to have to change this blog's title to "The Future Izzie Stevens, PA."

Round 2

Round One was a blood bath. That semester didn't stand a chance against me, but lets also remember that was only 7 credits. This upcoming semester is 19. And it's 19 REAL credits. This is going to be an entirely different ballgame.

Gross Anatomy
Clinical Application
Lab Science

The schedule is totally mixed up. One week we'll have Pharm once, the next week we'll have it 3 times. Basically they arrange it however the faculties schedule will allow.

I had gone back to work at the Derm office for a week. That was a terrible idea. I hate that job. That office is so freaking crazy and the job I have is so miserable. The one nice thing was that I refused to do anything in terms of phone messages, lab follow ups, prior authorizations and all that other grudge work. The first day back I tried doing all that stuff and became miserable quickly. I then realized I'm a TEMP. I was getting paid half the amount the non-college educated medical assistants. That's horse shit. So now they're getting what they pay for.

The first month of our Medicine class is Dermatology. I ready and excited for this. I'm not excited because I'm excited about dermatology. I'm excited because after looking over the course objectives I already know a lot of the material. Maybe that job will continue helping me out. Horray for me.