

My ghetto name is: Barack nay Obama Obama mi (Seriously? LOL)

I absolutely LOVE (and believe) this!
I guess the problem with only listening to a patient for fifteen seconds is sometimes you don’t hear everything, and when you finally realize what they were trying to say, you might have lost them forever. You can never underestimate the importance of listening. Listening can affect your career. Listening can even mend a friendship. Ultimately, it keeps you in the moment, so you don’t miss the things that matter.
(Source: alongfortheglide, via mouseinscrubs)
During my first and second years of med school, some rough stuff went down.
At the end of Heme phase, my uncle died from complications of metastatic prostate cancer. I missed my clinical skills lesson on “breaking bad news” to go home for his funeral.
Next, during the neuro phase, my former boss for 4 years (who was also my mom’s best friend and a close family friend) attempted suicide twice—by pills and wrist slitting—before finally shooting herself in the head. A few weeks later - 2 days before my neuro test - my mom passed out at church, which led to a stent in rehab to get her off her cocktail of Soma, Oxycontin, Xanax, and Vicodin. And when she got out of rehab (she’s been off the meds for about 2 1/2 years now), she lost her job.
In the next phase (musculoskeletal), my great-grandmother died from what was probably extended post-anesthesia delirium after a hip fracture. Not many people get to grow up with a great-grandparent, but she and I were close and I went to see her and my grandparents almost daily when I was in high school. Her funeral was just a few days before my test for that phase.
And the day after the phase ended, I went by myself to do mission work in Northern India for 6 weeks. I came back extremely jet lagged the day before the start of brain and behavior phase.
Two days before the brain and behavior test, my father (who lives about a 7 hour drive away from me) showed up at my door wanting to “hang out”. I hadn’t seen or talked to him in about 6 years.
Why did these things keep happening right around test time? Your guess is as good as mine. But it got to the point where every phase, about a week before the test, I got very anxious. Not about the test, mind you, but from anticipating what else was about to go wrong. A mind racing with worried thoughts makes studying very difficult, believe me.
(Source: wayfaringmd)

A Marine stands watch in an observation tower as a chaplain holds mass on Hill 950, July 31, 1967
From: The National Archives
(Source: ryanshistoryblog)
The 7 Types of Physician Bad Handwriting
Wonder what Doc Star’s will become?
(This blog never fails to crack me up)
My handwriting definitely belongs to the “Teeny Tiny” variety, but in a hurry I convert to the “4th word” like a boss. :D
What’s your handwriting like, people?

Amen, amen and amen!

This image from the American Antiquarian Society has been making the rounds on tumblr. It is a very pretty image, but I think many of the posts are overlooking the fact that it is a very cynical, anti-woman image. More space is given to vanity than discretion and good sense combined. Coquetry, which implies selfishness and a lack of morals, takes up as much space as all of the good qualities a woman might possess. Selfishness covers a large area, but selflessness is entirely absent. There is a Sea of Wealth, a river of Drain the Purse, and a river of Willful Waste. Although a small region is devoted to platonic affection, motherly and familial love are entirely absent. The drawing says women are untrustworthy, manipulative, shallow, and selfish.
The drawing is credited to “a lady,” but it seems unlikely a woman created it. The lithographer, David Wright Kellogg, would have been in his late 20s to mid 30s at the time of publication and likely still single. He married later in life and had two daughters. Somehow I doubt this is the image he hung in the parlor.