anna in med school

I swear, this s*@& (somehow it feels wrong to curse in writing on Christmas) never gets old.

So…I worry that I’ve become someone who feels perpetually anxious around Christmas, in probably the best way.  John and I are so lucky in that, since his father moved back to the states from London, both that side of the family and my dad live within about 25 minutes of each other.  Therefore, we get to do this dance between the two families and, as a result, likely consume about 8,000 calories/day in the name of Christmas cheer.  And then there’s the y’s & co. (my fabulous TJ cohort) and a handful of beloved wahoos, much of whom descends upon Northern VA around this time of year to their respective parental units.  I wish I could make the minutes stretch, or maybe have Hermione’s time turner, so I don’t feel this constant nervousness that I’m missing it.  Of course, it probably doesn’t help that I have a body that just shuts off, regardless of location, when it decides it’s had enough.  During the y’s gift exchange on the 23rd, I spent most of the evening passed out of Leo’s couch…pretty typical Anna behavior that this group, after over a decade, knows well enough to ignore.  Basically, I acknowledge that I’m probably the luckiest girl in the world, but, come on, can’t I just get a turbo-charge body for Christmas one year so that I can see more of all the people I love??

With that, I should be getting back.  Updates have been light or nonexistent recently, but I have a feeling a megapost is in the works to tie up the end of the semester.  Merry Christmas!

Hello friends! Will post again soon, but am frustratingly without a real keyboard at the moment. A few quick notes:

1) I successfully passed my first semester of medical school! I am thrilled…and nothing felt better than exclaiming this feat to my NYC brother over the phone, while stumbling home late Tuesday night, and having him so genuinely tell me that he was proud of me. Sigh.

2) I’m somewhat sick as a dog and wondering whether or not I might be infected by an enveloped virus because then, theoretically, it might respond to ethanol, or so our microbiology exam suggested.

3) I hope you and your families have a very merry Christmas! I LOVE this holiday, and I LOVE watching “A Muppet Family Christmas” with some of my nieces and nephews…it literally makes me laugh to the point of tears. If you haven’t seen this gem, buy a bootleg edition. Best Christmas movie of all times!

In all seriousness, happy holidays!

It’s astounding how well friendships can develop after studying across the table from each other (the same table) in Van Pelt three days in a row, with a shared fear of failure strengthening our camaraderie all the more.  Julia and Duncan, thanks for not getting sick of me yet.  13 hours, 21 minutes until freedom!

for my micro test

gotta bring in the big guns:

Miss Diagnosis.

Sometimes I succeed as a human being/wife/daughter/sister/aunt.  Like this morning, when 95% of Christmas gifts have been purchased and those that need to mailed to places across the country are wrapped and ready (to be there by Christmas!), in boxes that once contained our wedding gifts that John thought I was crazy to hang on to.  Not crazy, just resourceful.  Sometimes I succeed as a student.  I just really really wish those two weren’t mutually exclusive.  Sure would love to be able to have these bugs memorized by end of day today (or Saturday, or Sunday)…Santa, please?

When an adorable 85-year-old woman, who has racked up an inspiring/intimidating amount of “firsts” in the fields of microbiology and medicine, stands up to give the last lecture of Mod 1, dammit, you better listen.  Her take home message after describing a multi-state salmonella outbreak in the 1980s in which marijuana exposure was found to be a commonality among the victims: “Know your dealer.”

For 45 minutes, we sang some of her favorite arrangements as micro review, including “Leprosy” (set to the tune of “Yesterday”):

On that note, I should get back to it.  My day’s been pretty well eaten up by an obnoxiously long dental appointment and trying to help John get out the door for the airport after the snow severely delayed his drive back to Philly from an interview.  Last night, a handful of MS1 kindred spirits met us out for drinks at Doobie’s (which I think is becoming my favorite Philly dive bar–thanks Mallorie for introducing us!), and they seemed to approve.  The silver lining of living in a separate city from John is that I have almost a year with these kids before they really start to get to know him…he has a horrible habit of friend swiping!  No really.  I find the good ones, bring ’em in, and then John snatches them up.  Friends far and wide are powerless against his charms.  Well, at least when John moves to Philly he’ll be moving in with me, so the med school peeps will be forced to see me when they come over to visit him.

In all seriousness, as we were leaving Doobie’s, beginning the walk down Pine before we surrendered to the cold and got in a cab, I asked John what he thought.  “Well, it’s a gang of movers and shakers, real world changers.  I like them, a lot.”  Pretty heavy for a two-hour gathering of MS1 hooligans, sipping on $4 beers and $3 vodka gimlets.

One of my favorite West Wing moments.

Feeling a tad overwhelmed at the moment.  Between memorizing the branches, paths, and functions of the cranial nerves and the millions of bugs that are sure to kill us all, I fear I won’t have a chance to update very much until the end of exams, which saddens me particularly because there’s a ton about which I would love to write.  For instance, in my attempt to get caught up in microbio, I’m reading this stack of notes that is turning out to be a page-turner, a real-life horror story.  In middle school, I went through a Stephen King phase, but somehow tales of a car or hotel with a gruesome mind of its own don’t freak me out as much as the bacteria and virus that are becoming progressively more drug-resistant.

Check out Josh’s take above…I don’t know, Josh, I only have a vague idea of the pathogens out there, and I think you might want to reconsider hanging on to that card.

“When was the last time you saw a uterus with glasses?”  Spoken by our very own Dr. White about two months ago as he demonstrated how the broad ligament formed a double layer of peritoneum, which suspends the uterine tubes, the ovaries, and most of the uterus.  Imagine my disappointment when I recalled this moment of comic relief to John only to have him interrupt, “Let me guess, he draped a clear shower curtain over his head and outstretched arms?  Anna, all med schools use that demonstration.”  Dammit!  Foiled again! And here I thought that act was a Dr. W original that only we at PennMed had the rare privilege to observe!

Okay, John, I’ll do you one better.  How many of your anatomy professors let you act out the part of the arytenoid cartilage?  Eh??  I had vocal ligaments  and a  thyroarytenoid muscle attached to my vocal process (a.k.a. hand of my outstretched right arm) and cricoarytenoid muscles attached to my muscular process (left hand), enabling me to relax and tense the vocal ligaments.  And they are tiny little suckers (in reality, that is).  Dr. R said that John would be proud, and then he quoted Albus Dumbledore: “Eternal glory awaits those who get to be arytenoid cartilages.”  Well, I’d settle for a passing grade on our last two exams next week, but eternal glory sounds good.

Hmmm, a few days ago I mentioned that I would be spending the next several days musing over music.  I’m not sure I should ever make plans on this blog, but maybe talking about the mechanics behind voice production counts.

Finally, if you want to see the master of the muscles associated with the larynx, check out Bobby.  And he’s even more amazing in person, so humble, and barefoot.

Taking a break from the sciences to write my bioethics paper.  I have to say, it’s kind of fun.  It’s on physician-assisted suicide and, as we found out in Italy, John and I fall on opposite sides of the argument.  Sure wish we had realized that before consuming a bottle of chianti…I might have then been a bit more articulate, rational, and less teary, though jet-lag might have contributed a little (alcohol and different time zones–looks like I’m taking zero responsibility for my emotions :/).

I’ve been in communication with an executive assistant for the Master of Bioethics Program, peppering her with too many questions.  In her last response, she began, “Your messages reflect an extraordinarily kind woman.”  Clearly evidence that she does not know me well…but her comment made me so happy, a little like the Grinch at the end of the movie, with his heart “swell[ing] three sizes that day.”  Maybe making this comment public, doing away with humility, negates any meaning in it.  Forgive me.

One of John’s favorite quotes:

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” ~ Anonymous (possibly William Penn)

Apparently it snowed in Philly on Thanksgiving, but I was traipsing around Tuscany.  In honor of my first winter 2010-11 flurries:

The Lighting of the Lawn: the recently decorated Rittenhouse Square doesn’t hold a candle to you (pun intended).