Block 3 Week 1: OMG Make it STOP

Having gone through two blocks of this already, you'd think I'd be all ready to go and tackle the next one. You'd think it'd be like the beginning of a new school year with new pencils and school clothes and all that stuff. NO. If you don't want to read a boatload of whining, just stop here. But if you'd like to get an idea of what doctors go through to be there for their patients, keep going.

• You know how you get off work at 5pm, and get in your car and go home? I get pretty salty thinking about that idea. I get out of school, go home, and get out the books. Then I do MORE school. Bleh.
• I can't talk too much about cadaver lab, but using a SAW on someone's BONES is terrifying and traumatic, and I'm kinda good at it... *smirk*
• Another lab note, we removed someone's brain and put it in a bucket. A bucket! Everything about you that makes you more than a bag of meat is small enough to hold in my hands. Every memory, every thought, every secret, everything is all folded up into some weird gooey stuff. I'm pretty sure I know why it's kept locked up out of sight, because EW.
• We have all kinds of people in our lab -- at least that's what they tell me. Right now, I can't tell what gender, age, race, or anything different between all the folks on the tables in there. We all look the same underneath. I know that sounds cliché, but it's so true. I can't even tell the Democrats from the Republicans.
• I have to remediate my standardized patient from last block in a week. Why? Because I ran out of time. Everyone who graded me said I did almost everything right, but I ran out of time. I have a serious problem with teaching med students that they can practice safe medicine in 14 minutes. It takes longer to connect with a person so that they trust you to reveal all of their medical "stuff." So now I have to condense the whole thing into 14 minutes and hope that the patient grades me as a trustworthy physician. I've half a mind to zip through the whole thing to prove a point, but I don't think I have that kind of wiggle room in my grades. I know it's all training to pass the big board exams in 4th year, but I still don't think it's right. I told them, they pretty much said, "Noted." UGH. They also told me I'd never make any money if I practice medicine any other way. Me? I replied, "Noted."
• I know I whine a lot, but I'm still extremely grateful to have this opportunity. One day I'll be a doctor, and all this stuff I'm learning will make sense. In the meantime, I'll just hold my nose and make myself cooperate.