Every time cluster exams end I feel like I got put on that bungee jump ride at Kings Island (YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT?) after eating, like, 8 Skyline Chili cheese coneys.
I made so many Cincinnati references just now I should just go to LaRosa’s and eat Graeter’s and think about my life.
But clusters. (Even though I just made myself really hungry for pizza and ice cream.) I’m very tired. We had our exams Monday-Wednesday and now we have to finish off the week going to class, which is not my favorite scenario.
I figure if the college can manipulate our schedule, they could at least make it convenient for us? And I know we’ve had Thursday-Monday exams before. If my weekend is going to be shot, might as well use it to study really hard for one exam and do awesome on it. Because PDA yesterday was … ugly.
This is what we lived like for the past week. Mountain Dew and candy. We sat in the pharmacy conference room (me for six hours, my friends for more) reading out of Alicia’s Binder of Doom.
Which is HORRIFYINGLY LARGE. What is that, a 4-incher? I don’t even want to know.
So I’m still recovering, but expect more entries from me as I spew my thoughts from the past couple of weeks onto the Internet. (I’m a writer, imagery is my strong suit.)
Drug names are hard.
I’ve finally learned how to say things like “simvastatin” and “metoprolol”. Thanks to Dr. Tuohy we all know how to say “levetiracetam” too. But, obviously, there’s a lot more to it than just pronunciation. And actually, Dr. Tuohy’s lectures this week have caused me to envision seizure drugs as bullies who fight on the playground, and for some reason they congregate and sing songs from West Side Story too.
I’ll also never separate phenobarbital from peanut butter balls ever again. That association has stuck.
The real moral of the story is, I tend to use weird associations to remember certain things about drugs. Dr. Tuohy even gave us one for a drug called topiramate. Its brand name is Topamax, but apparently some people call it Dopamax because of the profound cognitive side effects it has.
Yesterday I asked some lady at the pharmacy if she was picking up Dopamax. Then I was like “aw for crying out loud.” I immediately told her it was my professor’s fault for calling it that!
Luckily, I don’t think I’ll be actually saying “peanut butter balls” to patients at work. Hopefully.
Now I’m just hungry for peanut butter balls.