nosh nosh nerd

so i'm in my second year of medical school and in the back of my mind i keep wanting to start writing again. just random logorrhea-wordnerdding...like i did in college, but trying to keep it authentic and self-reflective while keeping it angst-lite...with maybe a touch on my medschool experiences without violating hipaa or boring everyone with jargon and too much emphasis on stool or sphincters. i'm throwing the noshing in there as i'm hoping if i actually write about all the things i eat and think about eating (like, all the time), i'll feel like my fatass tendencies are contributing to food knowledge in the universe that might benefit someone, and not just to the greedy adipose in my aRse.

so today i had class followed by preceptorship at X hospital...where the views from the 8th floor rival a beachfront penthouse..on a clear day its shiny sea and palm trees as far as the eye can see....sometimes i love preceptorship because i get close contact with hospital goings-ons and patients with interesting histories, textbook lab results, ah-ha moments...sometimes i get scared and frustrated because their drug lists, list of diseases, psychosocial hurdles are innumerable, exacerbate each other in a vicious cycle so that i don't know where the beginning meets the end and i look at the labs and radiographs and dictations and don't even know where to start. sometimes i feel like i....we can't do anything...i often leave dissatisfied, i have no diagnosis, or if i have a diagnosis, i have no treatment, or if i have a treatment, its palliative...its times like this that i'm cynical of medicine, and patients, and doctors, and tests, and hospitals, and the cold hard world out there. but most often this dissatisfaction adds to my list of things that i may have a hand in changing...a list of potential questions to research, social issues that i add to my list of priorities. its frustrating but exciting because there are things that can be better and i'm in a place in my training where i haven't yet swallowed and digested the status quo but can ruminate and decide to spit it out...

spAT.

today was also a good day because i tried the fruit from the mongo man for the first time. the mongo man is a name coined by a family medicine physician who mentored me during orientation to describe the men chopping fruit behind a makeshift fruit stand. they are adept at chopping...mangoes, pineapples, jicama, cucumber, coconut, cantelope, watermelon....more fruit than an unconscious medical student like me eats in a week...and then somehow manages to fit it in a plastic bag that somehow manages to NOT leak fruit juice....and then squishes three (i counted) limes-juices into the bag and shakes and bakes it with this red hot magical powder. ive never actually eaten fresh coconut until today. my mongo man concoction was really amazing...and my preceptor partner and i shared a bag on our way into the hospital.....

after preceptor i was raving about some thing that happened at the hospital that reminded me of some injustice to rave about (kinda typical). my preceptor partner suggested getting a burger---maybe to console me, maybe to shut me up and distract me....but i suggested tacos por favor instead. eventually my blog will become fancy with links to reviews and websites and have shiny glossy delicious photogs...but for now my writing that i ate a spicy and delicious carne asada burrito and mahi mahi taco and was very satisfied will have to do...

burgers will be for tomorrow....nosh nosh....and now it is time to nerd....