As I embark on this lovely journey that is called medical school, there is one thing that becomes very apparent very quickly: you have no life. Having come out of the working world, I had heard rumors of this pseudo-state of isolation, but never actually allowed myself to believe in this sad, sad fact. In fact, as proof of my non-living status, I recently got a phone call that went as follows:
Someone in the Real World: "Hello, is this LAG?"
Me: Yes
SRW: I'm just calling to confirm a reservation for two at TenPenh for 5:30pm this evening
Me: Uhh....(clueless. Wondering if it has anything to do with posttranslational protein modification, which it clearly doesn't. Damn)
SRW: Ma'am? Are you still there?
Me: Um, could you just cancel that reservation?
SRW: Sure. We're sorry you can't make it, but we hope you will come back another time.
So after hanging up the phone I realized that I had made reservations for restaurant week with a friend of mine who went on vacation. That was when I was a real person and went out to places like restaurants, drinking wine and having normal non-science conversations with actual people. Now I just sit in my room and have conversations with myself about protein trafficking.
Yes, I'm going to savor this journey for the next four years.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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Hahaha, wow, I guess you have too much on your mind right now to care about restaurant reservations =P Keep marching, LAG!!! I believe in you! More specifically, I believe in your ability to get through this hell like you did with the MCAT...except now it's 4 years instead of 4 months ^.~ Are you finding time to eat? Do you still cook yourself or are you living on Mom's stew for breakfast, lunch and dinner?
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