One month into Medical school at UC Denver. Holy Jeezus. Now I know why doctors are doctors. This ain't playtime folks. This is big kid school.
I have class from 8am to 3 or 5pm every weekday for the next three years, and what they are calling 12 credit hours of classes but should be about 25. For example...my lovely gross anatomy class...we have 6-8 hours in lecture per week. Then we have 4-8 assigned dissection (yes cadaver) hours per week. Then we have 2 hours per week of palpation lab (this is where you get mostly naked and touch all the body parts of all of your classmates). The kicker is...you just have to get this dissection crap done on schedule becasue there are quizzes on your progress and quality. Sometimes 8 hours in the lab doesn't come close. I think one week I spent about 15 hours in there. You have three different sets of exams: palpation, cadaver/practical, written. Meanwhile, all of your other classes are being neglected and you sit there wondering what the hell they are talking about because you got home at 8:30pm after a 12 hour day and didn't have the energy to crack a book for another class for like 4 days in a row.
Another example...and this one's good..."Examination and Evaluation" class. It's listed as TWO credit hours, but there's 2-4 lecture/lab hours per week about posture and manual muscle testing and then an entire separate book of "self study" on joint range of motion measurment that we will be tested on for our final exam. Nevermind that you actually have to find some poor unsuspecting person(s) to practice this stuff on.
Don't get me wrong. Totally thrilled up my ass and backwards to be here. And so far my classmates are top notch mighty-fine people that I really like. Just trying to wrap my brain around it.
In other news, we had our 10 year wedding anniversary the other day. That was nice, except I was tired and defeated over getting passing ("passing" at CU medical school is 73%) but not-so-hot grades on my first anatomy exams. We always thought we'd have a big whoop-de-doo for our 10th but I am not allowed to leave the damn city or it must be submitted to the "student absence committee" for approval and all the work must somehow be made up. So this will have to wait until we're celebrating Doctordom. Chad got some new golf stuff and I am I think eventually getting granite countertops...but I did make it clear that if we move I get some sort of equivalent gift that I can take with me...like a Toyota FJ or a trip to Mt. Everest. Love you Poo, you're the shiznit. Save your money.
Took the wolf pack for a hike at Golden Gate today. It was a whopper 3 mile outing for Cam and The Madi. I am calling her The Madi because she's a complete pisser and just a plain name doesn't do her justice. There are better pics, but these are my favorites:
Maybe I have not introduced you to The Madi...she's a Jack Russell Terrier, she's 4 months old, 6lbs but thinks she's 60, uses my house as a toilet, and also thinks she runs this place...she keeps my beloved GOOD dog Joey, who does not use my house as a toilet, company since I'm away all day at school now.
good dog, and happy since she got to swim today.
In other thoughts...I have been thinking lately about how people come and go in your life, because I've had a lot of them, I mean A LOT. It's not a bad thing, necessarily, as I have previously thought. I used to think that the people I get attached to, which I'm a tough nut to crack in the first place so they've passed some sort of massive subconscious screening process, should just be there forever. Well hell no. I realize most relationships are meant to be transient. Furthermore, you didn't do anything wrong for it to happen that way. There really are only a few people on this earth that will be with you to the bitter end, so you had better appreciate anyone who comes along and does happen to stick around. I digress...But these transient relationships...they have a reason for being even if they leave a bitter taste. You can call it fate, or divine intervention, or karma, whathaveyou...Sometimes you are brought into/out of a person's life for a very good reason. Whether it's for you to help them with overcoming or learning something or vice versa - and then they are gone for whatever reason. There are reasons to be hurt or angry, indeed, since you probably liked some of these people and it never gets all pretty tied up with a bow in the end. But that's life, punk. It's not indifference, but acceptance. There is no need to feel angry or walk around with this chip on your shoulder because you feel like someone has done you wrong or mistreated you. When you somehow catch up with them down the road and see that they are doing really well...you can be happy for them, and for yourself, because it's quite obvious that the fleeting relationship you had meant something and turned out for the best...Rest assured you'll see them all in hell anyways...so why worry? (j/k dad - I fully intend to pick up the slack and probably avoid hell.)
SO, new policy lately...I meet you, you represent as no more than a low-level sociopath, and you're my friend. Do whatever you want to me...I know if it's meant to last it will, and if it isn't then I will get out my ninja weapons at some point and you'll learn a lesson, and I"ll get some impromtu practice. just kidding...I'll probably just kick and punch you. I'm not that good at the weapons in freestyle yet. Bring it sucka!
There's a rare "deep thoughts" by Mrs. so far shitty jr. dr. becky white...hot damn.