Things I didn't expect

1)  My first blog-related rejection letter:

"We are sorry to inform you that your personal statement submission, "Traumarama: Cake Will Not Get You Off the Waitlist," was unable to be accepted for publication in this year's The Legible Script.  This year we had many more submissions than there was space in the magazine.  We hope that this will not deter you from submitting your work again in the future.  We are enclosing a copy of this year's magazine for you to enjoy."

When they say "enjoy,"  I assume they mean bitterly page through while telling myself that my story was better than the others.  Now, Mariam's rise to fame in The Independent Collegian leaving me behind hurts so much more.

2) A post-board exam equivalent of post-partum depression.  After delivering my knowledge baby for 8 hours, I was feeling glum.  But I guess it wasn't the real post-partum depression, but rather the normal response to pregnancy that didn't last longer than a couple days - all better now. :)

3) Forcing myself to pretend to laugh at my patient's incomprehensible jokes.  Here's an example you can follow if you encounter a similar situation:

Patient: *with heavy accent*  A man walks into with a jamican and a purple man valks through the woods, and found a wife, into the and to the blurg bloobidie, and they ran into a dentist!

MS3:  Oh, hahaha... hoohoohoo.  You sure do know a lot of jokes.  Now, I know where to send the nurses for a comedy show.

4) Bringing my dog, Teddy, to Toledo means waking up a half-hour earlier everyday.  During this half-hour, I'm outside in my professional clothing begging Teddy to take a poop so I can get to the hospital on time.

5)  There is so little time to blog.  Sorry.

--By Farrah, a new MS3 who is convinced that she has lyme disease