Something Sweet

My sister and I visited a friend who had recently given birth. Her child was all kinds of adorable, like a cat. And I absolutely adore kittens, perhaps the only creatures that evoke an unconditional love to. It had me thinking, if a child was this small, and adorable, and with such a sweet temperament, then perhaps it wouldn't be bad to adopt younger kids. It would be more interesting if I adopted a child whilst i breastfed my own. In islam, my own child and the adopted one would become siblings in nursing (thus never able to marry/ don't have to cover up in front of each other, etc.) Which would make them feel more like siblings growing up.

That would be absolutely beautiful.

With that being said,  my sister told me something really sweet on the car ride home. She said out of all of us, she thinks I would love my children the most. I was taken back by her sudden comment, and she said it's due to my possessive nature that I would love my children a lot. I never quite considered it from that perspective before, but she may be on to something.

I think she would make a good mom too though, I think anyone who puts enough effort can be a good mom. 

I wonder what the future holds.

Peace,

M.D.

A Fated Meeting between a Boy and a Cat

The boy walking home found a corpse of a cat on the street

as it was hit by a car.

He shrugged and kept walking home.

Soon enough the next day he was walking back from home.

He heard tiny mews.

Curious to the sound, he looked around and found a small kitten. The first encounter.

He picked the kitty up and took it home, assuming the deceased cat was the mother.

The next day he walked home

He heard another mew.

He looked some more and found another kitten. Startled by his findings he tried to look around had he missed more kittens, considering a litter can be up to six.

He found none.

He carried the second kitten home to its brother and did his best at washing them.

The third day he heard yet another mew, this time much more faint.

Panicked at the fact the mother has been deceased for several days, the kitten must be starved.
He looked around and found two more kittens, the latter barely moving.

He carried the two kittens back to their two siblings at home and put them in a shoe box, fed them some formula milk, and wrapped a blanket around a hot water bottle to keep them warm.

A couple of days passed, and their swollen eyes had not yet opened, unusual to their presumed age.

The vet said their eyes were infected, gave them some shots and said there isn't much he can do.

The kittens woke the kid up at night to drink.

Soon, they got strong enough to climb up his shirt, impatient kittens unable to wait while their siblings were being bottle fed.

They were beginning to play with one another, the first found kitten developed a habit of lapping at its siblings before falling asleep.

The swelling did not reduce and one kitten developed an infection between its legs.

The boy and his mother rushed the kittens to the vet, but nothing could be done.

They were put to sleep.

The end

The kid was me.

(Minor details altered in the story.)

Peace, M.D.

Failed the MCAT a 4th time.

I feel like I'm mourning the death of my unborn child.

I met all the minimum requirements 'cept for one. 123 on CARS (Critical Analysis & Reasoning Skills) section. 128 on Psych, and 126 on the rest. Absolutely pitiful.

It's pathetic that I should even feel this upset about something so mundane, yet I can't help but mourn my efforts and try and try and try and try again just to get crushed by this scaled exam that so many pass with ease.

Peace,
M.D.

3rd Project for Simulated Patient: The OSCE!

God, what a long day!

I just returned from my job as a simulated patient. I was participating in the OSCE exam, which today tested first year medical students.

We did four runs, and each run had ten students, and some resting time. I arrived by 7:30 am then left at 6:45 pm, but the great thing about this, is that it wasn't a hard job, it's actually really fun and I thoroughly enjoyed it. At first I was really nervous, because I had to have the questions I'm asking the students memorized, not my forte! I was afraid I would forget or mislead them in their responses. But, I got better and it's so interesting seeing the different faces and answers to my questions.

The food was great, so many veggie options and lots of snacks!!

 I really learned so much. I mean, I feel that I nailed how to answer the questions I asked, that's one. But, I think I learned how to answer questions too, I feel I learned how to give feedback from watching the examiners (and medical professionals) give constructive criticism and positive reviews to the students. I'm working on my own body language, seeing that my feet don't touch the floor because I'm vertically challenged, I tend to cross my legs, which is closed body language. So, I'm trying to lean forward while I sit so that I would avoid this.

Moreso, I networked a lot. chatting with the examiners and other fellow simulated patients really helped me pick my thoughts. For once, one person told me to look into optometry and orthoptics. While I knew optometry, I never knew orthoptics exists. Another person told me to check with Downtown's business commission because some events will be held and he recommended I ask that I face paint at those upcoming events. This could actually be great for the fundraiser I'm doing for the homeless shelter this year. I think I will do one event for myself and the other for donation. I mean, I am trying to make some money to pay off for the MCAT course I've taken.

When a 76 year old doctor talks to you about medicine and you almost cry... that was me as I was waiting for the bus indoors. It's pretty unfortunate that I'm caught between committing to medicine..and learning when to let go.

I think I'm very tenacious...so, it's quite difficult to balance the two.

Hopefully, all goes well, because if you're Korean you may understand this, I'm stuck in still water. I'm stuck in a lake...and the water just isn't flowing.

Peace,
M.D.