Wednesday, July 15, 2009


So I've started a blog. More than one of you (you know who you are) have requested that I do something of this nature so that you have some way of keeping tabs on me. That's fair. I know my tendencies and odds are I won't call or email as much as I should. Hopefully I can keep with this, as it's a rather easy way for me to at least partially satiate my friends and family in their quest to occasionally have a clue what I'm up to.

I've been thinking about it, and I have several goals for the blog. First and foremost, I do want a way for all of you to be able to know what's going on. Secondly, and here is where I think the most interesting material will come form, I want a place to catalog the goings on of a med student. Sure, I'll try to con classmates into taking pictures when I inevitably pass out again (more on that in a minute). I've also heard a lot about how med students end up experiencing an awful lot of cognitive dissonance and it should be fun to try to capture the changes in my views (and hopefully I'll be a good representation of my soon-to-be peers) on topics like, well, medicine as I go through this process. That's the plan. I'll do my best to stick with it.

On to the fainting. After running the gamut of emotions yesterday, Uncle Leon the Urologist invited me to come see a prostate biopsy this morning. Simple outpatient procedure aided by rectal ultrasound. I've seen significantly more gore in the OR/ER. Something got to me, however, and I began to get lightheaded. In an effort to feel better, I walked away from the procedure to the sink at the corner of the room, figuring some air would help, and down goes Liston. I woke up slumped against the counter with Leon trying to get me to smell some ammonia. I always knew I'd have some trouble with anatomy lab early on, so I guess this was some foreshadowing of one minor hurdle ahead. I still can't believe I get to go to med school. Someone wave some ammonia under my nose, because I must be unconscious.