~Never Tell Me The Odds~Dream a Little Dream of Me~You are my Sunshine~
Future MD. Present Crazy Cat Lady. Proficient in Sarcasm. Queen of Awkward Silences. Inappropriate-Timed Laugher. Proud Nerd. Lover of Weirdness. Narcissistic Photo-Vomiter.
The Quirkiest Person You Shall Ever Encounter.
That’s ok. When I see you in 10 years and I’m flourishing and I love my job and I have actual friends in the hospital and you are disliked by every female in the damn place… UGH!
I’m doing a 20 minute presentation tomorrow night for my senior research project proposal! I still need to force myself not to speed talk, but I’m gonna try and imagine myself presenting at grand rounds 8 years from now.
“Migraine Assessment in College Students Aged 18 to 23: A Student-Based Population Study at SJCME”
I may cringe if I know I need some blood drawn, but I’m not a fainter. You can stick me with as many needles as you need and I have FANTASTIC veins. AND I can deal with pretty much every body fluid except saliva… But try and get a bandaid or surgical tape off of me and I will become the biggest baby ever…
Not even kidding. My mum just chased me until she ripped the bandaid off my arm. Ouch.
On a better note, I totally nerded out during my scan today and not only did I ask a ridiculous number of questions in the nearly 3 hours it took for my Cardiac MRI, but I also tried to subtly stalk intern/resident-looking scrub-dressed people wandering the hospital on the way out. LOLOLOL.