Saturday, September 3, 2011

I Passed!

So I just passed my first test of the semester - a TB test. That's right. I'm officially Tuberculosis free. You know what that means? I get the opportunity to shadow an anesthesiologist on Friday. I get to be there. I get to watch what he does, and learn more about the position I aspire to have one day in the seemingly extremely distant future. I feel like a kid a week before Christmas. I wish it were Friday already! (Especially since I will have finished my first Bio 2 Exam) But enough about shadowing. I'm REALLY excited. Ok - Now enough.

We need more about how this TB test went down. There was no studying for this test. No note card. Just me. And the nurse. Mono a mono. Neither one of us flinching. She knew what she had to do. I knew what I had to do. As her eyes narrowed, I saw the devilish laughter in her soul as she brought the needle towards my left forearm. Oh, I heard her pleasant small talk. What a mask that hid the evil that lurked just below the surface. Suddenly she was in. She had done her part. Now it was my turn...

To gasp and pull away. Of course this brought that sinister grin to her face as she asked, "How can such a big guy be such a baby?" To which of course I was able to counter with a clearly audible whimper. I felt the swoon coming as soon as she began to plunge the who the heck knows, just beneath my skin. This caused a marble sized growth to suddenly appear before me on my body. I stared at it - as though I knew not this foreign appendage masquerading as my arm. Then her instructions... Make sure to blah blah... Scratch... Blah... Itch .... ((don't pass out)) Blah... Come back in two days.... Blah.... ((Whew. Didn't pass out.))

As I looked back over my shoulder, I spied a gaggle of the fiendish harpies no doubt discussing the poison they had inserted into my body. At least I was able to walk out of that office with my head held high. I was not deceived. I knew the terror they perpetrated. And I wanted to be on their side.


I would like to take this opportunity to thank a very special ladyfriend for all she does. Every time I think about how exhausted I am, and how I want to just go to bed, I think of how hard you are working to keep this group of guys fed and watered. (Yes most of the guys under this roof are growing like weeds) I feel terrible that she is working this hard, and will do my best to hold down the grade aspect of this equation and get into medical school in the not too distant future. Love ya! Peace. I'm out.