Watch Out...School Update!!!

I realized the last time I posted anything on here was over a month ago and I realized the blogging gods would not be happy at me for my poor showing at appeasing them. That and my wife makes fun of me because she posts about 300 blogs for each 1 that I do. I honestly don't feel too bad about it though...especially since all I really have to write about is school.

While I'm on the subject, med school is going pretty well so far. I always heard people use the analogy that med school is like putting you mouth over the end of a fire hose and throwing that switch (lever? wrench?). Now I haven't decided if that would blow out your cheeks, rip open your insides, or make your head explode, but I'm starting to feel like I'm getting close to really understanding what the analogy means (sorry for the graphic images by the way, I spend lots of time around cadavers and looking at pictures of terrible diseases - what do you expect). Med school is great in that you don't have to go into too much detail most of the time - it's just that you cover about a year and a half worth of undergrad material every 10 weeks or so. Exhibit A - we're in the middle of our second block; in this block we are expected to learn genetics, embryology, reproductive biology, developmental biology, endocrinology, pelvic anatomy, reproductive histology, and all the correlating pathology. Oh, and don't forget our basic clinical and interviewing skills. All in 11 weeks.

But I don't want to be a med school whiner (there are plenty of those, trust me), so I'll just sum it up thus: med school is busy.

As a side note, I was fascinated with following hurricane Ike and my heart went out to everyone who was displaced from their home and lost so much. I was particularly keyed in because the other med school I was accepted at was in Galveston. Seeing the pictures, I recognized some of the places in town from when I went to interview. While I felt terrible for the destruction in Galveston and throughout Texas, it made me extremely grateful that the Lord directed us not to go there.