I wake up and I feel like I’m getting sick.
And somehow that still hasn’t happened yet…
Let’s hope this post doesn’t jinx things.
After all, I must uphold my proclamation that immuno majors don’t get sick :3
All those fond high school memories, including my first time training (after which I was sore for a week).
I don’t know why I actually like being sore. Maybe it reminds me of all the rewarding hard work when I finally conquered my fear of sports after a lifetime of being horribly un-sporty (my objective in PE had always been not to finish last during the mile run) (though I was fairly good at capture the flag because I had enough stealth and patience). Or maybe I have a sadistic side to me that enjoys pain ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
YOYO: You Only Yelp Once
Whatevs, I’m going to write Yelp reviews…. I’ll Go Study later
Too much writing technical things, like SOAPing, formulary review material, formal-sounding emails and such. Need to re-balance with some creativity though I must admit I snuck in a pun in an internshiop application. Teehee
Fun fact: I was going to talk about using my left vs. right brain, but upon a brief review of the literature (HAHA not really, but gotta practice this kind of jargon ;), it turns out this differential use of cerebral hemispheres may be a myth
"Let us keep burning the light of wisdom"
Can’t elaborate much more on this Tumblr post since I am sworn to secrecy…
Epic Fail #13
Me: Brunch was so good that I literally inhaled it! Well… not literally
My first normal weekend this quarter!
Friday night shenanigans; recovery at the speed of light in time for work early Saturday morning; catching up with people whom I haven’t seen in half a year (who are exactly the same as when I last left them) over a feast of Chinese food, ice cream, sunshine, and yellow apparel on Sunday; studying without coffee; complete with a healthy dose of sitting around and doing nothing.
And I finally cleaned my room for the first time this quarter! No more swimming around in confusion.
Comme dit le Chapelier Fou dans Les Aventures d’Alice au pays des merveilles, je ne peux jamais perdre ma plussoyance.
Notes from the Pharm #8
Me walking around the grocery store after work: “Corona looks like benztropine ampules…”
Gradually becoming a normal person again!
For half the quarter, my FB album has consisted of 1 photo, I’ve only gone to the gym once, and I’ve only socialized three times. Some people even think I moved because I was never seen on the shuttle T.T
And not to mention all the silly things I’ve done i.e. spilling water on my keyboard (rescued in a method inspired by how to clear sinuses), closing my closet door on my fingers, trying to sit on a chair before pulling it out, filling up with the wrong gas.
I’ll bet most of the time, I had symptomatic resting bitch face. (Well, maybe except during patient counseling.) It’s almost like I sold my soul to pharm school.
But finally, things are getting back to normal. Looking forward to actually socializing again (not just liking things on FB), keeping my room clean, and catching up on Yelp and Tumblr. After all, you know you’re yourself again when you’re posting photos, writing a Tumblr post, and hanging out during midterms week :) #workhardplayhard
Because work hard as a monotherapy is paradoxically less efficacious.
P1 Adventures #18
A pharm student gets a touch of med/PT school in anatomy lab (complete with scrubs), a touch of dental school during an oral health lecture, and a touch of opto school by writing a monograph about an ophthalmic drug.
The best of all worlds :)
Lessons Learned… from Dat 3-letter Project
The tremendous scope of considerations for every single drug, a crapload (no exaggeration, after having finished a book) about patient-reported outcomes, how to rip apart studies and models, study design and practice guidelines in real-world data and not cookie-cutter hypothetical examples, how to deal with chronic acute stress, how to manage a schedule that is physically impossible to manage, to look at the big picture, to not over-think things, to not be afraid to ask questions (except that time when I was tired and unthinkingly asked “what does effective mean?”), what to do when you hit a wall multiple times, how to make pretty slides and tables, how to construct a fancy-pants model, how to scout out the best study rooms, how to (drumroll for overused interview phrase) be a team player.
That, despite all the gossip and expectations that people have for you, what matters the most is what you put into it and what you get out of it, that results are a SECONDARY ENDPOINT.
Now I finally have time to do normal things again! i.e. eating regular meals at reasonable times, sleeping because it’s bedtime and not because I’m exhausted, exercising, cooking, Yelping, writing Tumblr posts, not having to cram for midterms over 2 days, cleaning my room, having time to put together outfits besides sweater+jeans, not having to agonize over every minute lost while waiting in line or in traffic, not being antisocial, carrying normal conversations in which I have substantial things to talk about instead of complaining, having enough energy to smile regularly and not just when counseling patients (;
P1 Adventures #17
I don’t even know how to begin squealing about my first real-life patient counseling :)) Maybe I should be a community pharmacist who writes monographs on the side.
It’s not just the satisfaction of being able to practically help someone (and bask in their gratitude), but when your preceptor and the patient believe in you more than you believe in yourself, you suddenly realize how useful you are. It seems like we’re not as far off from being real pharmacists as we thought.
P1 Adventures #16
Getting up at 6 to finish studying, first midterm of the quarter, forgetting to eat lunch, project final revisions and SUBMISSION, big/little revealing, family dinner, presentation work… the day was so long that this morning felt like yesterday (which by now, it technically is)
But like all busy days at UCSF, the things I learn, experiences I encounter, and people I meet are mind-blowingly amazing
P1 Adventures #15
I think I’m getting allergies :( It’s a sign telling me that I should catch up on therapeutics and study my second generation antihistamines…
SF Problems #6
After a detour (someone was arrested in the middle of an intersection) and insane traffic on the 101/80, today it took me 45 minutes to drive from Parnassus to Mission Bay… that’s longer than how long it takes me to drive home ;__;
Why I Love My School
Where people believe in me more than I believe in myself :]