The White Coat

So now that Chris has started his clinical rotations, he has to wear his white coat every day. Keep in mind that they make the students wear the dorky, short white coat- to keep them humble I guess. (I think that a bunch of doctors got together and said, how can we make these coats so that they look horrible on whoever wears them. Oh yes, we can make them short and wide and make all the sleeves fit too short and put lots of pockets on it so the students think that they have to fill them with all the books and instruments they will need to impress us.)

So my question is how much does the typical med student weigh vs how much does he weigh when he puts on the pocket filled white coat?

an eye witness

so the other night Chris and I watched a 20/20 episode about a woman who had been abducted in a mail parking lot. Most of the show centered around her eye witness of the man and how she was able to describe him to a sketch artist. ...none of this really matters....but it led to later that evening when I asked Chris how he would describe me to a sketch artist (you know, in the emergency case that I was abducted and all of the pictures in the world got burned somehow).

Well, I was in store for a real treat. He thought about it for a minute and then said something like this, "Well, I would tell him that you have a long face, a thin nose with a jump on the end, brownish/green eyes, and a big smile, you know, with all of your teeth." Don't I sound attractive????

Finally, a need for a passport

So a while back (and by a while back I mean sophomore year of high school) I got a passport because I was going to go on a school trip with my friend Kathryn to Italy and some other countries that I have forgotten over the years. I got a passport and new luggage, but then the trip got cancelled. Kathryn still went to Italy with some friends but I decided to save the money for another opportunity (a decision that I have regreted for many years). Well, 8 years later I have still never used that passport and I have never stepped foot out of the United States (unless you count Tijuana and I just refuse to because I saw nothing but dirty roads and dirty men).

Well, my time has finally come in a time when the old passport is no longer valid (due to getting married), the luggage is broken and the money is long gone. I got picked to go to Brazil for my community nursing clinical. We will be spending 3 weeks there and will be working in clinics in rural and metro cities. I don't know if I should be excited or scared but I can't wait. Please feel free to teach me any Portuguese that you know that may help me on my adventure! (I mostly need to know how to say Help, I am being robbed, Where is the bathroom, and perhaps, Where can I buy some chocolate)

The miracle of life.....

I got to see my first vaginal delivery today. It was amazing. I was speechless. The woman had no epidural (crazy if you ask me) and delivered a 9 lb baby (which was nothig compared to her previous 10 lb baby). I couldn't help but laugh as she kept telling her husband to shut up and that he talked too much while he was trying to support her during the process. All in all, the most life changing 30 minutes of my life!