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Friday, December 1, 2000 05:57 a.m.

It is April 23, 2003 and it SNOWED TODAY. --;;

Sunday, November 26, 2000 06:57 a.m.

Hmmm.. What the hell's wrong with the the calendar om my computer? It's actually April 18, 2003....-_-;;;;

In a moment of extreme talent as I licked a bit of yogurt of my upper lip, I was able to squirt saliva through my sublingual salivary duct. -_-;;;;; Very cool. I've heard of people being able to do that but I believe that was the first time I've been able to do it.

Ah. And yesterday... before things go so bad with parents, I was able to play a couple of games of "Go" with Dad. With a 13 stone handicap, I lost by more than 200 moku's... Then I played with a 24 handicap and I still lost by 60 moku's. Damn.

Saturday, November 25, 2000 11:56 a.m.

Parents came for a visit. *sigh*

Today was supposed to be a good day - the night before the long Easter weekend. I got leactured for 8 hours by my parents (despite me telling them to stop every chance I get...) on Korean Supremacy and how I should marry someone of my "level" or not marry at all so that I don't give myself over to the Chinese society and how they have invested *so* much to get me into med school (this from parents who were never home when I was growing up - and by the time they were home, I had moved out -_-;;;). And how I used to be such a *good* girl and why can't I be obedient like I should? Yeah. Right, Dad. I was a good girl because I was trying to keep from getting beaten. -_-;;; Why should I suppress myself now? Ah. And they kept saying how *lonely* they're gonna be without inlaws to extend the family...Considering the fact that they wouldn't let me see my friends for the first 2 decades of my life, I don't feel sorry for them at all...But the lecture went on. On and on and on and on. blah blah blah blah blah blah...

Eight hours! Eight fucking hours!!!! I just freaked out after that. I started to cry and pulling at my hair and scratching at myself and...stuff.

Now I have their promise that they will not talk about me dating bfie or marriage or anything related those topics for a year until I graduate. I doubt they'll keep their promise as they never do... but hopefully I won't have to listen to any more shit this weakend at least....

On a marginally brighter note, I did my first ABG today and it was successful.

Wednesday, November 15, 2000 04:38 a.m.

Feeling very stupid. The doc asked me a question and I answered it really stupidly. I won't say how stupid it was but it really really was stupid. Horribly, horribly stupid. But he totally caught me off guard when he asked the question. I was in the middle of my 1 hour chant in my head: "God I need kleenex. I am so sick. Why isn't there a box of kleenex in this room?". My head feeling completely swollen with something that definitely is NOT the brain.

Coanteen sent me a lobster and a platypus. The lobster has eight legs and is supposed to be my bfie. The platipus has two - and is supposed to be me. Should i be offended at such inequality? A grateful thank you to Coanteen tho. You make my day fuzzier.

Also got in the mail the hospital priveleges of the hospital at the interphalangeal space. -_- So USEFUL of them to send it AFTER the rotation is over.

Sunday, November 12, 2000 01:46 p.m.

Ah... I am out of the interphalangeal space. I am back into the land of internets, microwaves, stoves, laundromats and other civilized things. No longer do I have to move into a retirement home once a week because some doctor needs my room for the night. I am glad to be out of the interphalangeal space, very glad I am. Very glad.

Actually have time to read other peoples' blogs now. Nahmool's blogging much. Me thinks she tends to blog when she's troubled. Is Nahmool troubled? Will read on.... Have not gotten to Pokey's yet.

Parents are here. They helped me move out of the interphalangeal space. Now they tell me to stop being on the computer and go to sleep. T_T They don't understand the woes of not having cable for two months. T_T I am so happy to be back...

Friday, April 4, 2003 12:28 p.m.

Will the administrations make up their mind?!!!! Totally frustrated. First, they say that students are off limits at hospitals for 10 days because of SARS and ask the students to make new arrangements for electives...then half way through those 10 days, they say students are allowed in hospitals again. *smack the dean with a SARS virus laden pile of paperwork*

Well... I didn't make new arrangements (too lazy) but I was hoping to get the week off anyway. And why isn't my supervisor for next elective calling/writing me back? I don't know where to go!!!!! and it's starting next Monday!! Aaaarrrggghhh!!!

On a brighter note, I am leaving the interphalangeal space today. I am very happy that I'm leaving... No longer have to move twice a week.... Ahhh... and I'll have internet at home. Ahhhhh......

Monday, March 31, 2003 05:29 p.m.

It is an early day off and God I don't want to study. Bowel resections happened today as bowel resections happen every day of the year - and I got to assist because the doctor who was supposed to was an hour late. Totally illegal of course, to do bowel resection without two MD's in case something goes wrong. But nothing went wrong, so there. -_-;

Very complicated politics at the hospital with every doctor/nurse bad-mouthing everyone else. Will stay out of everyone's way until I can get out of this interphalangeal space that has begun to ulcerate on me. It's oozing, ah, it's oozing.

Meanwhile, my next preceptor is not returning my calls. Maybe he's forgotten that he's supposed to take me on next week. Ah.. Need coffee.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003 11:39 a.m.

God. The life in the interphalangeal space is lowly as expected. I will try to become a fungus. A fungus. A happy fungus infesting interphalangeal space with athlete's foot.

Saturday, March 1, 2003 01:06 p.m.

I'm getting weird emails about my Harry Potter fanart. I'm not sure I can catagorize them as flames... But they're kinda amusing. They followed an entry on my guestbook at fukagawa site.

name? the dark lord
your favorite anime character :) dont have one
comments: YOU CHEAT AND AND RIPPER!!!!!!!! THOSE HARRY POTTER PICS ARENT YOURS!!!!!!! i knwo the ORIGINAL OWNER!!!!!! you cheat. you should be smacked.

And then I got this email....

--- Ben Lee wrote:
>
>
> where did you get those HP pics on your website? and
> who did you get em
> from?
>
>
> Lord of All that is Evil

So I wrote back. I'm such a sucker for these things. -_-;;;

Hello. This is impishie.

What a strange question you're asking... I drew the Harry Potter fanarts on my site myself, of course. I drew most of them after reading fanfics by Rhysenn who is a really great fanfic writer (you can find her fics at http://www.rhysenn.morethanart.org/). I don't know why you would think that I got the pictures from someone else - I thought I made it pretty clear on my site that the pictures were done by me.

impishie.
http://www.impishie.com

And another email.... from the dark lord him/herself...

--- Ben Lee wrote:
> i will pu tit to you this way. i knwo the orignal
> owner of those pics who
> drew them. this isnt a threat so dont take it taht
> way. you have 48 hours to
> give the credit to the rightful artist(marina
> richmond) we have proof on
> thsi too. or i will pursue legal action agasitn you.
> take this into
> consideration.
>
>
>
> Lord of All that is Evil
> >

So I wrote back again..-_-;;;

Hello. This is impishie again. ^___^



Your emails are nothing if not amusing. I am curious to know who this marina richmond is. I am afraid that i can't give credits to her since I really *did* draw the harry potter fanarts at my website. I also have proofs (pictures in progress - both on paper and on computer, pictures in high resolution before i resized them for the internet, posts on yahoo groups with dates on when they were posted, etc).

For all I know, your emails are just a joke because you're bored. At least you're not outright rude. -_- Although I doubt you would be stupid enough to pay money to any lawyer for legal action against me, I won't stop you if you do. I know the pictures are done by me and I can prove it anyway. -_-;;; It would make my life more interesting at least. You can see that my life is pretty boring if I'm taking the time to write back to such dyslexic emails.

Anyway. Have fun and knock yourself out.

Yours, impishie.
http://www.impishie.com

God. I must really be bored. I should have visited you instead of reading stupid things like my emails. -_-;;; Especially since you seem to have more time on than you expected at the hospital.

I gotta study though. I had a litle observership in the radiology department the other day. I can't see curly B lines on chest X-rays no matter how hard I look....-_-;; Also had a strange an rare case of spleen lesion. mmmm...

Sunday, November 12, 2000 08:25 p.m.

Somewhat pissed at people arranging electives for the next month - they still haven't gotten back to me with details despite much nagging. It really should not take 5 months to arrange a stupid elective.

I really shouldn't talk as I'm worse with my paperworks than anyone I know. Hate paperworks. Urgh.

Coanteen came for a visit. Watched Dare Devil and ate dinner in a moosy restaurant.

Keep feeling as if I've forgotten to do something important.

Wednesday, November 8, 2000 05:35 p.m.

Elective... I'm living in the armpit of Ontario. The armpit has given me a wonderful house. But it's not really because they think I'm so great that I need three bedrooms to sleep at night. The hospital is acquiring all the houses on this street as they come up so that they don't have to pay three times the price when they need the property to expand.

I have become an expert at removing warts with liquid nitrogen. I am the wart queen. The wart queen~~~!!!! Such excitement. I have yet to give a simple IM injection in my life. *sigh~~*

Made visits to...over five nursing homes this afternoon. Many demented people who were so very nice. ^___^ Very stable conditions still requiring montly checkup due to stupid administrative policies...eating away at the health care system resources yet again - what else is new?

Ah. Got phone today. Happy. Should call Bfie and Coanteen. Quite possibly the longest I've gone without a regular dose of Bfie presence in many months. Going into withdrawal....

Life is alright... I forgot to update Coanteen's blog layout before leaving for electives. I'll see if I can make a layout here. Coanteen. Send the pic you wanted on your blog to here. Do not send it to my hotmail account as it is overflowing badly.

Watched CNN in doctor's lounge today while waiting for doc. War on Iraq seems pretty...definite. Kinda scary. And sad.

And why do I end up going to work at 7 am? Coanteen only had to be there by 10 am when she did family med!!! Aaaargh!!!!

Wednesday, February 5, 2003 03:35 p.m.

Had test today.

Saturday, February 1, 2003 07:25 p.m.

Body habitus. That's what people say when they're trying not to be insulting. But the trash stuff may refer to me as well. *looks around at the empty coke cans* At least, the number of empty coke cans are outnumbered by empty coffee cups. Must throw out the garbage though. Crab shells from yesterday's dinner are starting to smell.

Thursday, January 23, 2003 07:13 p.m.

It's so cold that opening the fridge door to put groceries in feels just like the rest of the apt.

Your evaluations have been filled out and the doc's secretary should have sent it yesterday.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003 05:27 p.m.

Cancelled on-calls, I mean. Ah.. and it appears I had not done very well on the clinical skills as I had worried. I passed but I may have to spend an evening doing practice sessions as the coordinator suggested. Hate those things. Urgh.

Monday, January 20, 2003 05:53 p.m.

Oh shit. Just realized that the person I've been bitching to (politely, of course) for making me be on call twice on the weekend I'm supposed to move to my elective 6 hours away.... is the chief resisdent of this unit and non-other than my senior resident that I'm on call with occasionally. Of course, I got those couple of electives cancelled (thank god) and I have a couple less than most people. But still seriously feel guilty. Although she probably wouldn't even remember that it's me (hopefully).

Friday, January 17, 2003 10:12 p.m.

Hemmmm.. It is the weekend again. -_-;; Spent last night on call at the hospital. Ah. And I hurt my back a couple of days ago and had forgotten to take some Tylenol when I was called to the ER...so I had to beg some ER resident for a Tylenol. He was nice and gave me three. I think he found it funny that I was so grateful. I even searched him out to say thank you when I was leaving. But when you're in that much pain, you can be overwhelmingly grateful to relief. I guess that's what makes us so powerful to patients...

Pokey is funny. I think she would make... or makes a good writer. And yeah, technically, a writer's qualification is only that she writes. But a lot of writing's done for entertainment. Or that's what the readers read it for, anyway. That's what I read books for...but then I am a shallow bitch and I like being that way. And there are a lot of shallow bitches around wanting entertaining writing~! And who really knows if we're shallow anyway? Maybe we're just less delusional about ourselves...

Nahmool's still sad about Sam. Whenever I read her blog nowadays, I keep thinking of the movie "I am Sam". -_-;;; Ah... what your mind does to you to fill in missing gaps when you've only heard a bit about a person...

I've always thought female asses were quite nice, Nahmool... Until I started working in the hospital and realized that due to our ass size, most of the female dresspants don't have pockets ("Don't want to add on to that area," or so my attending physician said). Where am I supposed to carry my PDA and my notes and my pen and... Ahhhh!!! Such non-practical things, female asses are (why do I talk this way? -_-;;;). But somewhat..luxurious in its own impracticality.

And YOU!!! You're sooo twisted. You're not allowed to hide a knife under your pillow when you have my children for a visit, k? Knowing me, my kids will probably think, "oooh.. shiny thing." You're not allowed to eat my children either, unlike those Egyptians, no matter how bad Canadian weather gets..and how long you get snowed in your little apt.

Oh. And yeah, I watched "Catch me if you can". Good movie. ^___^ I liked Tom Hanks in it too.. He must have been the neutralizing catalyst..

Monday, January 13, 2003 12:05 a.m.

Ah! My precious weekend is already over!!! Ahhhh!!

Friday, January 10, 2003 07:21 p.m.

First day post call. It was pretty good... I only got called once becaue I'm only in peds and not internal or surgery. Should enjoy this while it lasts...

Being the lowest in the system makes me completely paranoid that i'm offending..anyone. If I'm sitting and the nurse hovers by, I get up and offer her the seat. -_- If a volunteer is reading to the patient, I wait until he is done. I feel ever so apologetic to everyone. I feel apologetic to parents if the patient's therapy is longer than they want it to be. I feel apologetic to doctors whenever I have to interrupt their work to get something cosigned. I've completely lost my spine.

On a brighter note. I've passed all my courses and no longer have to write such large exams that take up 95% of the semester. Yay~!!! The end of the didacting teaching...ever!! Yay~!!! I only have to worry about multitudes of small written and oral exams...and reference letters..and evaluations on performance. Damn. Life is not all that bright, I guess. Well... I'm glad I passed anyway.

Monday, January 6, 2003 09:30 p.m.

I am sorry I had given you such a horrible gift. Fortunately, my flu did not last long and I am perfectly healthy today. May you be back on your feet soon as well.

The first day of clerkship was nervewrecking. Being pathologically early, I was the first one to arrive for orientation and spent the next 10 minutes wondering if I was in a wrong place. About half way through the morning, I found out that Bfie had taken out the stethoscope the night before to play with and we had forgotten to put it back. First day and without a stethoscope. Aaaahhhhh!!! Called Bfie in a panic and he brought it down in about 5 minutes. Did a couple of other minor things that made me feel dumb but the rest of the day went without much incident. The residents are quite nice and since the supervisors too busy to care, hopefully things will go well. Have two patients specifically under my care, to be increased in the very near future.

I've calculated that each day I'll have about 5 hours of my own time - to study, to organize notes/write ups from the day, to eat dinner and relax. Of which about 2 hours will be relaxing, hopefully.