Get your GIANT HAIRPUFF outta my face!!

Today was my second day shadowing in the government hospital, and it was definitely more jarring than the first.    I was in the internal medicine ward, following another group of med students during rounds.  I have a few b!tchy and not-so-b!tchy things to say.

1)The hospital is SMALL.  There is HARDLY any space; beds are CRAMMED next to each-other, and there is definitely not enough space for about fifteen med students.

Shallowness Transcends All!

And I thought commercials in the US were ridiculous...

They still are.  But some of these commercials here are absolutely retarded.

There is a commercial that starts out with the woman waiting for her husband to come home, and he does--and walks past her totally disinterested.  There are a few more interactions like this--she sits on the couch and he just totally ignores her, etc.  Ugh.  And she's so sad (hell, it'd make me sad too)... so what does she do?

She goes into the bathroom and pulls out

Little Luxuries and Little Frustrations.

We traveled across the country (so that means we drove for three hours, haha) to attend a wedding of my father's cousin.  In preparation for this wedding, I got my sari tailored for me by some strange woman in a back alley filled with spools of thread and pieces of fabric... and giant cobwebs.  Literally the sketchiest thing I have experienced so far.  Eughhh.

BUGS ARE SCARY

I'm sitting alone downstairs, feet safely away from the floor in this rocking chair.  The clock just struck midnight, and I'm terrified.  Why?

BUGS.

No, seriously.  It's dark down here.  I thought I saw this crawling around on the floor:

Credit to whoever took this picture, it is not mine.  But yeah.  Cute, right?  I love these guys.

I unplug my laptop and bring it over to where I see the movement.  I am greeted with this instead:

Why I Love White People and Travel Annoyances.

Hey, everyone!  I arrived safely in the motherland, and I have quite a few things to say.  I have been keeping a paper journal, and will pretty much type as I have written.

DTW airport:  OH my gosh.  Why the f*ck are two out of five of our giant bags broken (missing a foot)?!?  FAIL.

6/18/11:  JFK Airport in NY

There are these brown girls trying to hack into the internet and failing.  Uh, DUH, you have to pay.  BROWWNN.

Everyone on our flight to Kuwait is brown.  No, seriously.  I look like a whore and I wore an orange sundress.

I am super sick, which is not a surprise.  I sat across the aisle from the rest of the family, and no one sat in the seat next to me (and it's not like anyone would if they had a choice, because I sound like I'm dying every time I open my mouth to cough).  During the 36 hours of travel and waiting time before we finally reached our destination, my sickness progressed

Wow, SUPER update.

Hey everyone,

I know I haven't written in this journal in literally two months.  So, here's a quick update, in no particular order:

How brown is brown?

I will be honest.  My boyfriend and I had been dating for a while, and we have gotten serious (and intimate).

I am so desperate for this illness that I am feeling to be anything except anxiety ... I hope that there is a medical cause behind this so that I can get that treated and begin to feel totally normal again.  The mornings are unbearable... I wake up with my heart running at 200 miles per hour, my head feels really hot (like I'm going to throw up or something), and I can't breathe.  I stand up and I almost pass out.  I feel so light headed.  Ugh, I feel terrible in the morning.

Finally, after about a week of hell, I have started to feel hungry again and I am so thankful for that feeling.  It is amazing to have an appetite and to be happy enough to eat.  I will never take hunger for granted again.

ANYWAY, because my symptoms are terrible in the morning, I entertained the idea that perhaps I could be pregnant

Ripped Off.

Hey, everybody.  I'm sorry I haven't written for a LONG time.  I took a much longer break than I intended to.

Two nights before my MCAT, I had some really typical and hilarious nightmares.  In one of my nightmares, the physics section turned out to be about the physics of applying makeup... and even though I thought to myself, "I'm a girl, I should know how to do this," I didn't know how to do any of it.  Unfortunately, I experienced a similar feeling during my actual MCAT... the physics section felt like Greek.  How terrible.  And of course, while I was taking verbal I was just caught up with how terribly my physics must have went ... and it was just a cascade downhill from there.

Housing Troubles

Okay, I'm getting REALLY f*cking tired of landlords.  Or should I say, my former landlords.  They sold the house and apparently we have a new "landlord" ... who I have yet to meet.

Long story short, we finally went to go see a lawyer and she discovered that the house we have been living in has not been inspected by the city for three years.  On top of that, their certificate of occupancy was expired. The lawyer said it had been expired for three years.  The property management company hired by my former landlords said it was only expired for three months.  Oh, so that makes it okay?  F*cking b!tches.

History Repeats Itself (faster than I think ...?)

... And now there has been an updated one that I've been invited to twice:

Blueberry: Im single
Pineapple its complicated
Raspberry: Im a touch and go woman
Apple: Engaged
Cherry: In a relationship
Banana: Im married
Avocado: Im the "other one"
Strawberry: Cant find the right one
Lemon: Wish i was single
Grape: wants to get married.
Orange: Likes to just "Look"
Melon: Sadly Widowed 
Pear: no strings attatched. friend with benifits !!

If you have recently and honestly donated money to this cause there is now a "GOLD' catagorie ie: GOLDEN BANANA!!

If you have donated your "HAIR" for locks of love then you can now become a ''SILVER'' fruit!!!

If you have suffered with this terrible disease and are strong enough to share it with everyone then add the word "DIAMOND" before your fruit!!!

Also remember to check for lumps on a regular basis and get to know your two friends well. One day it could save your life!!

The bra game reached TV, lets get this one to do the same, and show everyone how powerful women are or if your feeling generous please make a donation. every dollar counts!!! http://www.nbcf.org.au/page.asp?category_id=12&page_id=396

Sorry to be redundant, but I got angry again ...  Admittedly, it's kinda better, but it's kinda worse.  The better part is that this event actually does spread awareness by telling girls to check for lumps on a regular basis and asking people to actually make a donation.  Yay!  This is ACTUALLY spreading SOME degree of awareness!  However, it is also worse because of the new categories ...  Like, gold and silver for donating money or hair?  That's plain awful.  Why don't you wear a sign around your neck that says, "I donated!!  I COMMAND YOUR RESPECT!"?  Ugh.  I just can't stand the fact that people would brag about being charitable; being charitable and being proud seem like ... conflicting characteristics, to some degree.

Additionally, one of my friends had told me that males also get breast cancer, although this is less prevalent.  Unfortunately, this little mindgame alienates men even more from the cause (when they may be affected AND when they have the ability to help).  I don't know, this whole thing is really infuriating yet saddening.  Such illnesses should not be trivialized to this level by society.  At the very least, I'm happy that the newer version of this "girls only" event is trying to get girls to be more aware of their own breasts.

I can't believe I wrote about this only 10 hours ago ... hahahahah.  Jeebus, the people who make these seem so childish.