duds

It has been about a week since my candy bar phone has died, yet I don't really miss it that much.

I usually don't make that many phone calls to being with- it's usually people who are calling me to ask about something such as where I'm interviewing.

I hope that during this time, I'm not getting phone offers for interviews. That's probably unlikely the case since we live by email in this day and age.

Hah! I feel old, saying, "In this day and age." The impact of my mortality did not hit me until interviewing with some other students who were younger than me. When Usher's "Yeah" played on the radio, they were joking about how they danced at their middle or high school prom to that song.

If I can recall, my classmates and I partied to that song in college.

All my cousins have iPhones. In fact, I believe I am the last one in my generation to not have a smartphone.

My decision ultimately came down to practicality over aesthetics. I had picked the Samsung Galaxy S II Skyrocket because it uses the native Android operating system, which I prefer mainly because I tend to use Google Apps quite often.

Ugh Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are here. Time to bounce.

gastroenteritis

The pain is intolerable.

I can't believe I allowed myself to eat a medium rare burger, under the caution on the menu that eating undercooked meat can lead to food-borne illness.

The only way to stop the pain is by laying down or sitting in a crouch position. It comes and goes in waves. Yesterday when I was cryosectioning brain tissue, I had to lurch over onto the machine at times just to relieve the pain.

The hamburgers were digested Friday at lunchtime. It has been 2 days thus far. Hopefully it gets better by tomorrow. Janey told me to start worrying when it reaches a week or longer.

I'm going to lay in bed for a while before resuming writing. That, or fall asleep...

santos

Met a woman in the ED this morning who was fluent in Spanish, English, and Filipino (Tagalog).

She has been a Certified Nursing Assistant since 1963, according to her- she's 88 so far.

She also mentioned that she would often go to some nursing homes and teach the staff there how to wash people's hairs?

I was unable to hear a majority of her speech because for the life of me I could not understand some of the words coming out of her mouth.

What I believed I heard was that the first thing CNA's were taught in school was how to wash people's hairs. They also taught them other things that involved taking care of the patients, mainly bathing and cleaning them.

What a nice lady. My conversation with her was cut short when the Physician Assistant came in, but it was a relief to know that she was coming in only for wrist pain. The doctor recommended aspirin, but wrote her a prescription for stronger pain meds if she ever felt the need.