Let the good times roll...

Joe, I've been pretty lazy about blogging, but you know what's been going on. Here's a quick recap of the last few weeks.

Before graduation, I took a couple of weeks to go to korea. It was some interesting time. Got to visit the DMZ, see lots of palaces and see my family. Most memorable incident. I was hanging out with my buff ex-model cousin and his thugs friends in Itae-won. They were hoping to see some hot russian girls. It was late and we went out on the street to get some korean fast food from the carts on the street. A totally drunk, super skinny gay guy came up to my cousin and playfully kicked his butt. My cousin got pissed and almost threw him into the food carts. A few minutes later, the guy came back, grabbed my cousin's arm and pulled it toward his crotch, leans over and kisses my cousin's ear. It takes three guys to hold my cousin down so that he doesn't kill this skinny kid. Good times...

I graduated from medical school. Thanks Joe and KB. It was pretty sweet...played a lil forty man and re-lived some good times.

The Lakers got crushed by the Celtics.


Fast forward to today. Had my orientation for my general surgery internship today. Me and the neurosurg intern showed up in t-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. Everyone else decided to wear a tie or a suit. Luckily, the chairman no-showed and decided we should have breakfast with him at 6:30am on our day off...

There were 3 schedule options available for the urology interns - a month off in december, march or august. I drew the short straw, so I'll be taking august off a month into my intern year. This sucks in a few ways...I won't have enough time to get used to the system, so I'll still suck when I restart after my vacation. I'll look bad in comparison to the other interns. Second, by the end of the year when I really need a break or a golden weekend, I'm gonna be dying without a vacation to look forward to. I'll be on all major holidays. Third, my vacation isn't really time off because I'm gonna be going in to surgery skills clinics during my "vacation" so that I don't fall behind my colleagues. Worst of all, I won't be able to take a real ski holiday this year. yikes...oh well. Usually everything has a way of working out. On the plus side, I'm looking forward to seeing my girl again soon. I've got a few rough rotations, but there are some cush months on ortho and ENT to cushion the blow. In addition, my co-interns don't seem so bad.

It's a really small world. It turns out, one of the neurosurgery interns is the guy who dated one of my college friends after we left the farm. One of the plastics interns went to high school at exeter with my college mentor.

On a sidenote, I don't know whether to laugh or be horrified by this. On the side of the emergency room is a door with a bell. It's called the "homie dropoff." It's the place where the homeboys leave their gunned down friends and cars pull up riddled with bullet holes and pools of blood. Whoever brings the bodies rings the bell and takes off so that they don't get in trouble with the law.

hmm...interesting

The PGY-2 general surgery resident told me that if I think about quitting fewer than 5 times on my first day of call, I'll be able to make it through the year.

-bender is now officially moved back in with his rents


I had to copy rabbit and list a song that's been on my mind