vanime

Female
from Nashville, TN

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    • Where's my blog at?

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Wow, I haven't updated my blog since *forever.* Actually, it's because I have this blog on Xanga that I update almost everyday, so reposting stuff here might get too tedious. If you like reading blogs, and want to stop by to read mine, here's the addy:
      www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Vanime

    • Soft spot for dogs...

      13 years ago

      vanime

      On my way back to class after lunch, I was walking through a small park (yes, stepping on the grass... sorry little grass leaves!), when I saw a couple of classmates just standing beside a park bench. I was just going to wave from afar and go on my merry way, but one of them called me out! "Hey Vanessa, do you want a dog?"

      I went over to my two classmates, and lying by their feet was an injured dog! It looked like a mastiff/bulldog mix, and it had a puncture wound on its left thigh. Looked like he got shot with a bb gun or something. He looked so sad!!! *I* felt so sad!!! We couldn't even get it to stand... all it could do is raise its head when one of us would try to pet it (the dog was really friendly, the poor thing!). But then class was going to start very soon, so we had to leave it. When I got into the auditorium, I told one of my friends about it, and she ended up calling the Humane Society for the dog (would've done so myself, but I don't bring my phone to class... paranoid about the ringing while in lecture thing). But apparently, they don't rescue stray dogs! What kind of Humane Society is that?! Then class started, before we could call Animal Control... well, we really didn't want to call them, because they kill unwanted animals. By the time we got out of class, the dog wasn't there anymore. I don't know if it walked away. It really seemed like it couldn't walk at all when we were there. I just hope it's ok... or, I'll just believe it's ok... it's much easier to think that way...

    • Snow trip!

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Four friends from school came with me Friday night to Harrison, Ohio to stay at a hotel before snowboarding in Lawrenceburg, Indiana. Here's the lineup: Mariana, Susan, Krista, Albert, and me. Broke students that we are, we got one room with 2 queen beds, and said there were only two people staying in the room (each extra person after the first 2 get charged 10 bucks each... so I say, hell no, we'll sneak them in!). Albert and I went in carrying everyone's gear, and then we let the rest of the group walk into the back door of the hotel. Slick people we are!

      After much talking and tv time, we finally went to sleep. The girls took the beds and the nice guy slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. Took me a while to fall asleep, partly because Susan, who was sleeping beside me, either hugged me or kicked me (it was a love-hate relationship). No one snored (dang it, was hoping to hear the snoring), BUT someone did talk in their sleep! Won't disclose who that was, because said sleep-talker might read this and kill me =P.

      In the morning, we headed for Perfect North Slopes. How should I put this... it was 2 small hills with short runs, and only the trails were covered in snow. Manufactured snow, to be more accurate. AHHH!!! Well, it was the "best" one we could find... every ski resort within 5 hours from Nashville has manufactured snow... Man, even Boreal (the worst ski resort I've been to in Tahoe) looked amazing compared to this. But anyway, the company made the trip soooo much more fun!

      Susan, Mariana, and Krista tried to learn, and I saw some pretty bad wipeouts from them on the green slopes. Albert and I went on blue runs and one black run (went down this thing as slooooowly as I could while he sped down the hill... oh yeah, I lack skills =P). Poor guy, he was stuck with me because I was the only one willing to go to those runs. To sum it up, it basically involved him passing me each time, him turning around to wait, and then witnessing my oh so embarrassing wipeouts. My worst one happened because I wanted to go faster than him (this is me without a brain), I caught an edge on the front of my board, and then tumbled down the hill left shoulder first. Think of a mentally retarded person with no arms trying to do a cartwheel. That's me. I ate snow, and got the upper half of my body buried in it. I think it looked like a really bad fall, because my friend speedily went to me and asked "Oh my gosh, are you ok???" with such a worried look. Out of pride, I said, "Yeah, I'm fine," when actually, my shoulder hurt like hell. Without thinking and without wiping the snow off of my body and face, I got up and went downhill in a daze. There were a couple of more close calls with almost hitting people speeding downhill (these were usually young boys who go as fast as they could without control... yet another reason why I hate children, those maniacs).

      At the end of the day, we went to a buffet in Kentucky and spent a good time there. All in all, it was an awesomely fun trip! I got to hang out with friends from school, and we got to know each other more. Hopefully, we'll do more trips like this one soon!

    • Last OSCE of the year!

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Just went through my last OSCE for this semester (stands for Objective Structured Clinical Examination, a fancy term for putting us in a clinical setting with standardized patients and examining them). It was good, and I passed and all, but I have a bone to pick with the people who set up the OSCE. When we practiced on standardized patients last week, everyone was 'normal', meaning that nothing was wrong with them physically. Hence, that was what we were used to. But when we did the OSCE, they suddenly sprung up on us 'un-standardized' folks, people who've had surgeries, missing organs, scars galore, hernias, and ascites (fluid in the abdomen). My guy had 4 of the 5 aforementioned problems, and I kept making a "Huh, this isn't right" facial expression as I was examining him. Measured his liver and found it big, tapped his abdomen and the fluid swooshed around, made him do a slight sit-up and I saw something stick out... basically a lot of my tests for him showed his abnormalities. I caught the proctor looking at my expression, though... perhaps they wanted to see how the students would react? Maybe they wanted to see which students were 'faking it' and just kept saying, "Everything's normal" when it's not, and also see which students actually paid attention to what the ab exam was supposed to reveal.

      While doing the exam, my guy got so comfortable that he fell asleep. Yup, fell asleep, and he even started snoring! For crying out loud, I was explaining what I was doing to an unconscious man! I guess I should take it as a complement... my hands are so gentle and caressing that they could relax anyone (the nightly shea butter application must be working ). I resulted to squeezing the arm of the guy or poking him at his side just so he'd wake up and make him change positions during the ab exam (*poke poke* "Sir, I need you to roll to your right side facing me... sir...?" *poke poke*).

      Another thing that disappointed me though was the denied rectal exam. I was sooo gung-ho about it, too, practiced it and all (on a model... a non-living model... I mean, a plastic model... hey, get your head outta the gutter!). In the end of the exam, I said, "Traditionally, I would finish the abdominal exam with a rectal examination. May I continue?" The guy answered, "Nope, not today." Oh man!!!

      In any case, my "Huh, this isn't right" facial expression when I saw all the messed-up stuff in the exam helped me pass! Woohoo!!!

    • I hate TN

      13 years ago

      vanime

      I was happily studying in my 2nd floor suite with classical music blasting, when a classmate suddenly called me:

      B: Hey Vanessa.
      V: Hi, what's up?
      B: You might want to go to the basement, like right now.
      V: Uh, why...?
      B: Because there is a tornado warning, and they said it might pass our school.
      V: Holy sh...!!! *turns off stereo and hears the tornado warning siren*
      B: You should go now...
      V: Yeah, I will, thanks. *frantically collects all that are important to me: lecture notes and my laptop*

      *while downstairs, talking to my Dad on the phone*
      D: So where are you now?
      V: In the basement, with some classmates.
      D: How's the car?
      V: I guess it's fine...?
      D: Can you go out and move it?
      V: NO!
      -tornado warning instructions: "The worst place to get caught in a tornado is a mobile home or car. Leave the mobile home or car and seek shelter in a sturdy building immediately."-
      D: A tornado won't hit where you are... you're in a city... tornadoes don't hit cities.
      -tornado warning instructions: "Big cities and their immediate surrounding areas are not protected from tornadoes. In fact, many cities across the US have been hit directly within recent times such as Miami, Oklahoma City, Houston, Fort Worth, Nashville..."-

      Good thing I didn't heed to my father's words of wisdom. Californians are well-informed in earthquake safety, but are just not cut out for tornadoes.

    • Ego Trips

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Ego trips. These are skewed, delusional beliefs of one's capabilities, a pathetic shadow of its more respectable cousin known as 'confidence.' Everyone has encountered these from other people some time in their life, but ego trips are so blatantly practiced in professional schools that it's straight up ridiculous. Sure, a lot of people think, "Well, I've made it this far. I must be that good." Heck, I've probably thought like that, too, although I usually reserve it as a pep talk when everything looks bleak. Yet some people just carry themselves like that 24/7, and their numbers are even greater in professional school.

      Let's take for instance what happened today. After we turned in our answer sheets, our professors wanted to review the quiz we just took. When the professor was reading the answers out loud, one of my classmates raised her hand and straight up said, "That is wrong. The answer is Reflux Nephropathy." Now, I'm not confrontational, and probably even shyer than anything, but when she said that, before I could stop myself from doing anything, I literally turned to where she was sitting and said, "No it's not. It's Papillary Necrosis (what the prof originally said)." She then looked at me and everyone else that went against her with such disbelief. Sorry girl, but today, I knew my sh*t, and I am that good. The gall! What ever happened to respect??? Sure, there were times I thought I had the answer nailed, only to be proven wrong by the answer key, but never would I ever confront a professor like that (a practicing pathologist, mind you). EGO TRIP. I don't know why (ok, maybe it's because she always carried herself as a know-it-all), but I just got flaming mad. I think I went ghetto in my head and said "Sorry girlfriend, but there are people smarter than you, and they got it right *snap snap*."

      I'm sad to admit that this is not an isolated incident. With each exam review, people have done this, without regard for respect, because they have a superiority complex making them believe they are incapable of getting any answers wrong. They would argue ad nauseam with professors, and I am just glad that our profs could rightly match their ego with straight unquestionable knowledge. Props to them.

      I wish that people would just get over themselves for once. We're all here to learn, and if that means leaving your ego at the door, then suck it up and do it. The last thing you want is for the professors (whom will be relaying their impression of you to residency appointments) to remember you as an argumentative individual who refuses to learn.

      Event of the Day:
      Dr. B: *shows gross slides of diseased kidneys*
      Dr. B: *looks at me* What is your diagnosis?
      Vane: *glances at slide* That is Chronic Pyelonephritis.
      Dr. B: *nods* Very good.
      Vane: *gives a look at Ego-Girl that says 'Now that is knowing your sh*t.'*

    • Bastard!

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Someone messaged me on Friendster today. Usually, my Friendster messages come from long lost friends from the Philippines, high school acquaintances, or other people I've had some kind of contact with. Today, however, was different.

      Sure, I've gotten a few messages from people I don't know, with them just saying hi and what not. But this one is a little 'in your face.' The guy's message basically said that he was 1) Very rich; 2)Civil engineer; 3)Good looking; and 4)Very rich (in case I didn't catch it the first time). He apparently wants a girlfriend who can look after, focus, and nurture him so he can progress more into his career.

      I wish I could freeze time and show everyone my exact facial expression when I read that. I think it resembled this with a touch more anger/disbelief around the corners of the mouth. Buddy, in case you didn't read my profile, my career is a tad bit more demanding than yours... if anything, I need the nurturing... and the 'world revolves around you' part where you expect the woman to drop everything to cuddle you to sleep is a little selfish (I'm lying... it's very selfish).

      Why so much anger on my part, you ask? Perhaps I was set off because at the end of his message, he said he wasn't looking for pretty. That egotistical bastard! I'm pretty! Grrrr!!!

    • Heart attack-inducing Event of the Day:

      13 years ago

      vanime

      *While doing oral presentations in histology*
      Dr. O: *picking students randomly to recite answers*
      Dr. O: *suddenly points at me* Vanessa, describe the epithelial changes in the male urethra.
      Vane: *oooh yeah, I got this in the bag...smirk...*
      Dr. O: You have 20 seconds.
      Vane: Uhhhh... *oh my gosh... I don't remember!!!*
      Sudha: *whispering* prostatic...prostatic...
      Vane: *yay, thanks for the keyword!* The male urethra has three parts. Prostatic urethra is lined by transitional epithelium... *continues on with the remaining 15 seconds*

      Really, I think Dr. O is being sadistic now, picking on me for two days in a row. I went up to him later on today and told him how I almost had a heart attack with the '20 seconds' thing. He said that he knew I knew it cold, that's why I didn't need the time to think about it. I say, "Whatever Dr. O! You just wanted to see me freeze, you evil sadistic man!!!"

    • More rambling

      13 years ago

      vanime

      Just happily reviewing our calendar to get ready for the next organ system, when I counted how many quizzes we had for this block. About 2 quizzes every other day! Whyyyy Whyyyy Whyyyy!!! And of course, to top all that off, we have 2.5 weeks to master the Renal system. I must say, this is by far the most scrunched up and densest scheduling I've ever seen, with our calendar booked from morning to afternoon, and full of highlights of when assignments are due. For crying out loud, we just finished with the block... and in 2.5 weeks, we're having our finals again... whyyyy whyyyy whyyyy...

      And now as I am looking through my past posts, seems like I haven't talked much of anything else, but school. This is sad... very sad... because this only means that I have no life but school... whyyyyy whyyyyy whyyyyy... oh yeah, because according to the Rule, you only get to keep 2 of the 3 important things while in school: 1)Sleep; 2) Good grades; 3) Social life. Hey wait a minute here... I'm hanging by my fingertips just to keep one of those... that's just peachy...

      Someone asked me before if I'm in on it for the money. Hell no. Studying for a minimum of 7 hours a day, stuck in the middle of nowhere (sorry, no offense to people who like it here, but "nowhere" to me is any place but San Francisco), and not earning a decent paycheck until after residency years 8 years from now... no, it's sooo not about the money. That's why I give the crooked eyebrow look at youngens who tell me they want to be a doctor because the pay is good. Go into business, law, or engineering if it's the money you want and nothing else.

      On a lighter note, we had a meeting with the General Surgery Residency Director at Vanderbilt. He was sooo awesome! When asked what he looked for in candidates, he said that he didn't want the typical surgeon attitude, and that he looked for "blue-collar candidates," those who've worked through their knuckles in school, and didn't have a BMW at the age of 16 (yup, working to the bone and dead broke... that's meeeeeehhhh!!!). I was curious as to why he wrote down the names of the people who asked questions, though. When I raised my hand, he asked me for my name right away and then wrote it down on a notebook... hope that's a good thing... Sure, Vanderbilt is a great place to do a residency in. Heck, I'd be happy to interview here, but if I can, I'd really like to get back home to California. I miss the ocean a lot...

    • I should sleep more

      13 years ago

      vanime

      I'm finally going to admit to myself that my obsession with keeping up with school is hurting me. The night before our huge quiz, I had a fever. It wasn't too bad, just chills and what not. But then from days before that, I've only had about 3 hours of sleep each time, and the day before the quiz, basically just one hour. Although before, my brain and body could take such hits, but when the significant sleep deprivation became chronic, my body began breaking down (as it should... I tend to forget I'm not superhuman). Apart from the fever, I've also started to exhibit shaky hands and blood-shot eyes. And 2 hours before the quiz, I had a nosebleed. I've never ever had a nosebleed before, and though most nosebleeds can be attributed to simple and unremarkable causes, I still think this is my body's way of saying, "Go rest and take care of yourself, you moron!"

      By the way, I didn't kick ass on the heavily-weighted quiz. I did quite the opposite. There were a number of equations pertaining to the lungs, and although these equations had been ingrained into my brain and I was able to recall them effectively, I couldn't do middle school math for crap. Let's see, it took me about 3 minutes to do 48/0.8 (while we were only strictly allotted 1 minute per question) and calculated 150-60=60 (by the way, did I say that I was an undergraduate student instructor for Calculus? Yeah... how sad...). When my professor asked me how I did in those questions, and I admitted to him how I knew which equations to use and combine but couldn't subtract correctly, he patted my shoulder with sincere pity and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you there." How I felt like a dumbass. That was the last straw. Never again will I pull all-nighters the night before an exam (all-nighters before that day may be undertaken, just not the night of). Common sense would tell you that the brain just needs some kind of rest in order to function, but I was too stubborn. Now I have much damage control to do for next week's pulmonary block exams.

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    • Salrulz

      14 years ago

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    • ILUVHALO16

      14 years ago

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      14 years ago

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      14 years ago

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      14 years ago

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    • vanime

      14 years ago

      Thanks! I'd like to think it's a little creative hehehe!

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