This weekend I have redefined "staycation." After treatment with radioactive iodine for Graves Disease (a hyperthyroid condition), I am considered low-level radioactive. Enough to say that I should not be within four feet of other people for more than one minute per day, and definitely not within four feet of children under age 16 and pregnant women. So, lucky for me, I got to miss my last biochem lecture of the term this morning. The upcoming week involves orgo lab on Tuesday, biochem final on Saturday, and another anatomy midterm the following Monday, and flying home that Tuesday for Thanksgiving. With all the upcoming work, you'd think I'd be getting something done, right? Well, ok, I finished and submitted the course assignment (number two of two) for biochem (due this morning at 9:05am) yesterday afternoon, but since then I've been watching all the TV that has been backed up on my DVR (to the extent that it had to delete the old programs that I'd saved on it, including the last episode and retrospective of ER). Then today I re-watched the first two episodes of Grey's Anatomy, season one.
OK, so I did in fact study a little for anatomy, which I don't think will be as bad as the first exam. The plan is to write up my lab for Tuesday tomorrow, then get cracking for the exams. Wa-hoo.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
OMG it's 2009
I find it pathetic that I've had a total of six posts so far (this being the seventh), and the last one was on Christmas Day 2008. I suppose I've thought about writing, and have had ideas, but haven't printed any as of late. Some recent ideas:
1. Strangers
Every now and then we have days when a random stranger asks for something - directions, assistance, etc. I had a strange day a little while ago where this happened twice in the span of a few hours. The latter stranger was as most people in similar situations are - her English wasn't very good, but she was trying to ask me where the nearest post office was. I pointed her in the right direction, although I couldn't remember exactly where it was in relation to where we were standing, but she was extremely grateful for my input into the matter and was very polite and nice to me. Generally, I follow the same rule that when asking random strangers for help, one should be as polite as possible; after all, they are not obligated to help and are doing so out of their own kindness. Now as far as the first stranger I encountered: I was walking down the street when I noticed an elderly woman in a wheelchair, which was blocking the sidewalk. As the person some distance ahead of me walked around her, I noticed and thought perhaps she was waiting for someone. As I got near and started to walk around her, she asked me if I would push her. I said sure, since I was going the same direction, and constantly assured her that I volunteer in a hospital where I wheel people to and fro rather frequently. Now, I knew that this would not be a smooth ride for her, and it wasn't, due to the uneven brick sidewalk and the poor quality of her chair. She asked me to be careful of the bumps, and I was - overly so - but she was perhaps to date the most rude person I have ever met. Surely, if I am taking what seemed to be an eternity to push her to where she needed to go, while on my way to do things of my own, she could understand that I was just being kind and trying to help. And while I do understand that it takes a lot of courage for an elderly woman to ask help from a random student passing by, it is still common courtesy to be polite to those who help you.
2: FML
I've recently become addicted to FMyLife.com. Just as when facebook introduced the status updates and I began thinking my life as "Stephanie is...", I am now similarly thinking my life as "Today, ...". However, on most days, this ends with "...actually, life is pretty sweet". So, I'm content.
Today, my first subject for the EEG study canceled, so I didn't have to be at work until 2. I had breakfast with Pablo and his parents, then went to study for the exam I had later in the day. Things went pretty smoothly, then I went home and am now attempting to set up my new phone while writing in my blog. Actually, life is pretty sweet.
1. Strangers
Every now and then we have days when a random stranger asks for something - directions, assistance, etc. I had a strange day a little while ago where this happened twice in the span of a few hours. The latter stranger was as most people in similar situations are - her English wasn't very good, but she was trying to ask me where the nearest post office was. I pointed her in the right direction, although I couldn't remember exactly where it was in relation to where we were standing, but she was extremely grateful for my input into the matter and was very polite and nice to me. Generally, I follow the same rule that when asking random strangers for help, one should be as polite as possible; after all, they are not obligated to help and are doing so out of their own kindness. Now as far as the first stranger I encountered: I was walking down the street when I noticed an elderly woman in a wheelchair, which was blocking the sidewalk. As the person some distance ahead of me walked around her, I noticed and thought perhaps she was waiting for someone. As I got near and started to walk around her, she asked me if I would push her. I said sure, since I was going the same direction, and constantly assured her that I volunteer in a hospital where I wheel people to and fro rather frequently. Now, I knew that this would not be a smooth ride for her, and it wasn't, due to the uneven brick sidewalk and the poor quality of her chair. She asked me to be careful of the bumps, and I was - overly so - but she was perhaps to date the most rude person I have ever met. Surely, if I am taking what seemed to be an eternity to push her to where she needed to go, while on my way to do things of my own, she could understand that I was just being kind and trying to help. And while I do understand that it takes a lot of courage for an elderly woman to ask help from a random student passing by, it is still common courtesy to be polite to those who help you.
2: FML
I've recently become addicted to FMyLife.com. Just as when facebook introduced the status updates and I began thinking my life as "Stephanie is...", I am now similarly thinking my life as "Today, ...". However, on most days, this ends with "...actually, life is pretty sweet". So, I'm content.
Today, my first subject for the EEG study canceled, so I didn't have to be at work until 2. I had breakfast with Pablo and his parents, then went to study for the exam I had later in the day. Things went pretty smoothly, then I went home and am now attempting to set up my new phone while writing in my blog. Actually, life is pretty sweet.
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