So after secluding myself deep within my apartment all weekend I finally unlocked my door this morning and stepped out. Neuroscience exams at 8 in the morning have the ability to draw the most hermit among us out into the real world once again. I noticed with a smile on my face that the sun, which also had been completely hidden behind clouds all weekend, had finally decided to venture out again this fine Monday morning. (It must of had an exam too.)
Anyways, after the exam ended at 10 we dove right into class time. I sat down in Micro and when the doctor started lecture my body was in shock. I had been emersed in nerves and nuclei for so long that my mind baulked when I asked it to listen to viruses. That was pretty rough. Then if that wasn't enough we still had Path to go through. I was exhausted by 3.
Hasta!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Yo estoy leyendo.
I can't believe it's Friday already...again! I'm very excited that is true but rather tired at the same time. I've got a big weekend full of studying ahead of me.
Wednesday was Dr. Kreipke's last day teaching. He's gone back North along with his braying laugh and palm reading. A parting comment from the man...
"Unfortunately, I leave today, and I don't get to see the aftermath of what I've just done to you." - Dr. Kreipke
(That aftermath will occur on Monday, Lord help!)
In Pathology on Tuesday we were talking about pathogens, such as worms, fungi, and parasites. I was excited to come across a second name for a pet should I ever have one. JIROVECI. For correct pronunciation think Italian. Granted I would be naming a cute little puppy after something.....not so cute. But no one needs to know that!
(The first name I have picked out for a pet would be VESUVIUS (I just realized that's also Italian, rather odd coincidence that!) and in the past I've thought about NEWSCHWEINSTEIN, but the jury's still out on that one.)
I actually talked to my neighbor today (well one of them at least.) She was just sitting outside their apartment as her husband had the key and wasn't there yet. Up to this point our verbal exchanges have consisted of "good mornings", and once a "where did you get those shoes." They are Puerto Rican, Edgardo, and unfortunately I can not currently correctly recall her name, but it's really close to Delirious...something of the like.
Hasta!
Wednesday was Dr. Kreipke's last day teaching. He's gone back North along with his braying laugh and palm reading. A parting comment from the man...
"Unfortunately, I leave today, and I don't get to see the aftermath of what I've just done to you." - Dr. Kreipke
(That aftermath will occur on Monday, Lord help!)
In Pathology on Tuesday we were talking about pathogens, such as worms, fungi, and parasites. I was excited to come across a second name for a pet should I ever have one. JIROVECI. For correct pronunciation think Italian. Granted I would be naming a cute little puppy after something.....not so cute. But no one needs to know that!
(The first name I have picked out for a pet would be VESUVIUS (I just realized that's also Italian, rather odd coincidence that!) and in the past I've thought about NEWSCHWEINSTEIN, but the jury's still out on that one.)
I actually talked to my neighbor today (well one of them at least.) She was just sitting outside their apartment as her husband had the key and wasn't there yet. Up to this point our verbal exchanges have consisted of "good mornings", and once a "where did you get those shoes." They are Puerto Rican, Edgardo, and unfortunately I can not currently correctly recall her name, but it's really close to Delirious...something of the like.
Hasta!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Yo estoy orando.
Every semester I've noticed my classmates going through new fads. The current fad is Starbucks. The Orbis coffee available on campus just does not cut it for my caffeine-addicted companions any more.
The ice cream man has officially started to irk me. Every day I hold my breath until it's spouting Cri Cri has faded into silence once again. Today for some odd reason it has decided to take a break right outside my building. I think I'm going to asphyxiate shall it not leave soon.
Friday I was on my way home, a bounch in my step content to be done with another week of class. My bounch slowed as I approached my apartment. Upon entering my apartment I made my way to my window to spy down on what had confused me. A random taxi driver had decided to take his siesta next to my car. Please, I know my car isn't exactly nice, but must you dent it even further?....I guess so!
Hasta!
The ice cream man has officially started to irk me. Every day I hold my breath until it's spouting Cri Cri has faded into silence once again. Today for some odd reason it has decided to take a break right outside my building. I think I'm going to asphyxiate shall it not leave soon.
Friday I was on my way home, a bounch in my step content to be done with another week of class. My bounch slowed as I approached my apartment. Upon entering my apartment I made my way to my window to spy down on what had confused me. A random taxi driver had decided to take his siesta next to my car. Please, I know my car isn't exactly nice, but must you dent it even further?....I guess so!
Hasta!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Roberto Sánchez Marrón
Brother Roberto of San Cristobal passed away Saturday afternoon at 4 pm. He was a faithful member of our Ixtlan congregation.
Pray for the comforting of his family and friends including wife, Rosa, daughter Ana Rosa, and grandson Robertito in the time of his passing.
It no longer matters if you can read the song words hermano Roberto, because now you know them all by heart. He's singing with the angels.
Pray for the comforting of his family and friends including wife, Rosa, daughter Ana Rosa, and grandson Robertito in the time of his passing.
It no longer matters if you can read the song words hermano Roberto, because now you know them all by heart. He's singing with the angels.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Yo estoy molestada.
I've got a thorn in my side. That thorn is the Mexican shoe industry. Well, not the shoe industry itself exactly, but rather Mexican popular opinion concerning the shoe industry.
For example, as a doctora it would be commonly acceptable and considered professional for me to wear shoes such as these:
or these:
Up to this point I have not followed the traditional pattern of shoe wearing in the clinics, but rather worn something with a bit more comfort and support, see the following:
However, we are to start our surgery clinic this coming week, and as I don't want to be thrown out of the room due to my shoes I've been forced to compromise, once again see the following:
Please, someone send a podiatrist. Quick-like!
Hasta!
For example, as a doctora it would be commonly acceptable and considered professional for me to wear shoes such as these:
or these:
Up to this point I have not followed the traditional pattern of shoe wearing in the clinics, but rather worn something with a bit more comfort and support, see the following:
However, we are to start our surgery clinic this coming week, and as I don't want to be thrown out of the room due to my shoes I've been forced to compromise, once again see the following:
Please, someone send a podiatrist. Quick-like!
Hasta!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Yo estoy bien ocupada.
Vero wanted to make some banana bread so I skyped her my recipe. She copied it down. It came out rather salty. Turns out I had included 1 cup sugar in my skype, but it had not been copied down. Oooops!
I've had the same shower curtain since I bought it in January....I just noticed the other day that it has fish and bubbles on it. I had always thought it just had shimmery designs on it. Very exciting to notice that the shimmering images are fish!!!
I had a friend spend the night with me last night.
Meet Tope. He's one of Sung's guinea pigs. He was amazingly well-behaved, didn't cry or scream or hardly make any noise at all.
Our Microbiology doctor, Dr. Ralde, is the biggest germ-a-phobe I think I've ever met. Too many years of studying single-cells and I guess it goes to your head. He doesn't kiss or shake hands. He will never wear a tie. He does not use the tap water to brush his teeth. A classmate, Hugo, even went as far to ask him if he showers with the city water. He said he does...whew! we were getting worried for him.
Hasta!
I've had the same shower curtain since I bought it in January....I just noticed the other day that it has fish and bubbles on it. I had always thought it just had shimmery designs on it. Very exciting to notice that the shimmering images are fish!!!
I had a friend spend the night with me last night.
Meet Tope. He's one of Sung's guinea pigs. He was amazingly well-behaved, didn't cry or scream or hardly make any noise at all.
Our Microbiology doctor, Dr. Ralde, is the biggest germ-a-phobe I think I've ever met. Too many years of studying single-cells and I guess it goes to your head. He doesn't kiss or shake hands. He will never wear a tie. He does not use the tap water to brush his teeth. A classmate, Hugo, even went as far to ask him if he showers with the city water. He said he does...whew! we were getting worried for him.
Hasta!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Yo estoy escuchando la lluvia.
In Pathology class the other day the Doctor went off on a tangent. Not surprising as it happens a lot. Normal tangents consist of wines and cheeses and reasons why residents need to type fast, but this day was a bit different. The Dr. tangentially remarked that the Bible is wrong due to the fact that genetically Eve had to come before Adam. Next to me Triffinie went into near hystrics as she was sure we were all about to die due to the incoming bomb and following explosion. No one really heard her as the class had erupted in laughing. Either way I wasn't too worried. If God hasn't taken his vengence out on our classroom yet it'll take a lot more than a mere joke to illustrate a genetical point of interest.
Dr. Potato Chip's last day was Friday. No more Ruffles everyday at 8 in the morning. However the visiting professor who is coming to replace him is named Dr. Kreipke which unfortunately is only one vowel sound away from Krupke. Upon hearing the name pronounced my mind can't help but break out in "Dear Officer Krupke!" from West Side Story. Honestly, if I knew how to dance, my life would be very believable as a musical.
I don't dream very often so when I do and am fortunate to actually remember it, I wake up rather excited. The other night I had a cowboy dream. A group of us had to flee from the coming bad guys into the hills/rocks off in the distance. Before our escape I was determined to purchase some toilet paper to bring with us. Don't ask me how long it took me to make a decision on what tp I should purchase, and again don't ask me what I based that decision on. I woke up right after I'd made the decision, but before we could escape so I don't know if we were attacked by the bad guys or not. What I found most interesting upon awakening about the dream though is that tp prices were all in pesos.
A friend, Nereo, (2nd semester) was given a lasagna as payment for some help that he had given one of his friends. As he has no refridgerator nor oven at his apartment it was given to me to store in my freezer and then to bake Friday night for a few of us to enjoy. Everything was going well until I realized actually lighting my oven was posing to be a problem. Reinforcements were called in (I selfishly didn't want to be blown up alone), and in the end the oven dial actually had to be broken and then fixed to achieve ignition. The lasagna was worth the wait and promptly devoured. And now I know my oven works...kind of!
Today I decided to make some tuna salad and as I still had 4 eggs in my fridge I put some water on to boil the eggs. I only needed two but as I wanted to finish the eggs I put all four in the water. Upon commencement of boiling I heard a pop. I investigated to find one of the eggs had burst and egg yolk was slipping out of the cracked egg creating an egg drop soup looking mess in the boiling pot. In the end it was a lucky decision I had made to put all four eggs in because two of them had broken. Not knowing the cause for the explosions but making some rather not too desirable guesses I decided to throw out the two exploded eggs, but still eat the other two that had remained intact.
Hasta!
Dr. Potato Chip's last day was Friday. No more Ruffles everyday at 8 in the morning. However the visiting professor who is coming to replace him is named Dr. Kreipke which unfortunately is only one vowel sound away from Krupke. Upon hearing the name pronounced my mind can't help but break out in "Dear Officer Krupke!" from West Side Story. Honestly, if I knew how to dance, my life would be very believable as a musical.
I don't dream very often so when I do and am fortunate to actually remember it, I wake up rather excited. The other night I had a cowboy dream. A group of us had to flee from the coming bad guys into the hills/rocks off in the distance. Before our escape I was determined to purchase some toilet paper to bring with us. Don't ask me how long it took me to make a decision on what tp I should purchase, and again don't ask me what I based that decision on. I woke up right after I'd made the decision, but before we could escape so I don't know if we were attacked by the bad guys or not. What I found most interesting upon awakening about the dream though is that tp prices were all in pesos.
A friend, Nereo, (2nd semester) was given a lasagna as payment for some help that he had given one of his friends. As he has no refridgerator nor oven at his apartment it was given to me to store in my freezer and then to bake Friday night for a few of us to enjoy. Everything was going well until I realized actually lighting my oven was posing to be a problem. Reinforcements were called in (I selfishly didn't want to be blown up alone), and in the end the oven dial actually had to be broken and then fixed to achieve ignition. The lasagna was worth the wait and promptly devoured. And now I know my oven works...kind of!
Today I decided to make some tuna salad and as I still had 4 eggs in my fridge I put some water on to boil the eggs. I only needed two but as I wanted to finish the eggs I put all four in the water. Upon commencement of boiling I heard a pop. I investigated to find one of the eggs had burst and egg yolk was slipping out of the cracked egg creating an egg drop soup looking mess in the boiling pot. In the end it was a lucky decision I had made to put all four eggs in because two of them had broken. Not knowing the cause for the explosions but making some rather not too desirable guesses I decided to throw out the two exploded eggs, but still eat the other two that had remained intact.
Hasta!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Yo estoy atras el horario.
I've come to a few conclusions over the past few days and thought I would share a few:
1) Dr. Potato Chip could be Elliott Gould's twin brother. (Actor who played Reuben in the Ocean movies.)
2) Raid has been one of my most valuable purchases to date while here. The other day ants were attacking once again. I followed their trail and they were coming from the ceiling!!! What the World?!?!?! Took care of them right quick. Raid is amazing!
3) Taber's Cyclopedic Medical Dictionary is taking it's place high up on my list of favorite books. Isn't there a way I could diffuse it's information into my brain? The book has high concentration of information which will flow down it's concentration gradient to an area of low information concentration...my brain!
4) Once upon a time the devil tried his hand at creation.....the best he could come up with were single-celled monsters, otherwise known as bacteria. I came to this theory based on the fact that bacteria have beautiful names (Klebsiella, Salmonella, Vibrio, Shigella, etc.) and yet can create such nasty havoc!
(This theory has been disproven based on the fact that we humans could not live without bacteria.)
Went to Ixtlan this past weekend. Stayed till late Sunday evening as the many visitors that I have been able to enjoy time with these past two weekends will all be leaving before I next return.
I am making chicken noodle soup at the moment, and I do believe I put too much pasta in the pot. Maybe I'll be having chicken and noodles....no soup.
Hasta!
1) Dr. Potato Chip could be Elliott Gould's twin brother. (Actor who played Reuben in the Ocean movies.)
2) Raid has been one of my most valuable purchases to date while here. The other day ants were attacking once again. I followed their trail and they were coming from the ceiling!!! What the World?!?!?! Took care of them right quick. Raid is amazing!
3) Taber's Cyclopedic Medical Dictionary is taking it's place high up on my list of favorite books. Isn't there a way I could diffuse it's information into my brain? The book has high concentration of information which will flow down it's concentration gradient to an area of low information concentration...my brain!
4) Once upon a time the devil tried his hand at creation.....the best he could come up with were single-celled monsters, otherwise known as bacteria. I came to this theory based on the fact that bacteria have beautiful names (Klebsiella, Salmonella, Vibrio, Shigella, etc.) and yet can create such nasty havoc!
(This theory has been disproven based on the fact that we humans could not live without bacteria.)
Went to Ixtlan this past weekend. Stayed till late Sunday evening as the many visitors that I have been able to enjoy time with these past two weekends will all be leaving before I next return.
I am making chicken noodle soup at the moment, and I do believe I put too much pasta in the pot. Maybe I'll be having chicken and noodles....no soup.
Hasta!
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