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.)
This is me. Because it’s CLUSTERS WEEEEK!
It’s been clusters MONTH, I swear. I feel like I haven’t left my house since early October. Well, that’s not true.
We studied at McDonald’s after our therapeutics test yesterday. It seems strange, but Starbucks just doesn’t have burgers and fries to eat and giant tables like the Broad Ripple McDonald’s does.
SO HAPPY to be working on kinetics problems at McDonald’s! not. Kind of. I ate pumpkin pies and they were fantastic.
But seriously, this clusters week has been killing us! Homecoming, apparently, was this past Saturday. I only knew because they blocked off commuter parking on Friday. This is my reality at Butler right now–finding out about events based on commuter parking.
Right, so, I need to get back to my current venture, which is cramming for Principles of Drug Action. Viruses, mycobacteria, antimalarials, and cancer are going to be my only thoughts from now until tomorrow at noon.
We had to present a case to our session meeting last week. Here’s how that went down.
Our cases all come out of a book, so they’re fictional (although since some are written by our professors and other clinicians then I imagine they’re somewhat based on fact!)–just to lay down some ground rules. The case that my group presented on was for cellulitis, which is a soft tissue infection that this 19 year old patient got from playing baseball when he slid into a base. The cellulitis is on his butt.
I know I’m a 5th year pharmacy student but oh man that is unfortunate and worth making a thousand jokes about. My group was chosen as the group to present the case to the class and all I could think about was how this college student needed to elevate and immobilize the wound. I was in charge of patient education, so naturally, I wanted to tell the patient that he couldn’t do any booty-shaking at “da club” and he would need to lay like Forrest Gump in his bed to keep the wound clean.
“LIEUTENANT DAN! ICE CREAM!”
I may or may not have quoted this scene to the class. If you guessed “may have,” then you would be right.
Who knew soft tissue infections could be so fun?! I make it fun.
This semester, we’re studying infectious disease, which is awesome. Definitely high up on one of my favorite subjects. No idea why though. Our professor ever-so-lovingly has referred to his lectures as Bugs and Drugs (hence my title). Yesterday, we sat through a 2.5 hour lecture yesterday and it was occurring to me that dealing with these cases is not unlike a real-time strategy role-playing game.
If you don’t know what that is … then good on you. But taking the example of my faaavorite, Fire Emblem, you command an army of people with different skill sets (and trust me, there are enough antimicrobials to fill up a Fire Emblem army), and then depending on each fighter’s skills, they may have strengths or weaknesses against enemies. This is exactly how infectious disease cases work–figuring out the enemy’s weaknesses and picking your strongest fighter(s) to go into battle.
Which brings me to my next point: I’m about 90% certain I’m going to apply for a pharmacy residency next year, and there’s a good chance I want to work with infectious disease. This is a big life decision for me! And I’m terrified! YAY!
To commemorate, I wanted to share the New Guy at the Pond: an Egret named Dolan.
Curtis walked RIGHT UP TO HIM for that picture!
My whole student career here, I’ve watched my friends get email after email saying that their classes have been canceled for one reason or another. In the science departments, it hardly ever happens. I’m not sure why. I remember for a whole week of organic chemistry, my professor taught with strep throat. It was insanity.
When it would snow a few inches, some professors would decide not to come to class. I remember one of my professors would come to campus from his farm in the boonies at 5 in the morning and never ever cancel class regardless of road conditions. And I’d be sitting in class all day seeing things on Facebook like:
“My class was canceled! Time for Starbucks lol!”
or even worse:
[updated at 2pm on a Tuesday] “Just woke up for my first class of the day lol”
Okay there might be an inaccurate overuse of “lol” but you get the idea.
Here’s my complex. Every time the mere suggestion of doing anything but schoolwork comes up, I get all indignant. And I act like this.
But the truth is, even when I have cluster exams, I really do want to get milkshakes and cheese fries at Steak n Shake. Like real bad.
And this semester, my last year of classes here, I have had around 4 classes canceled. It’s not even fall break yet. Am I being Punk’d?! Now I have to camp out until my evening class and since it’s post-clusters I have nothing to do. Except watch more Community, I guess.
And they’re back with a vengeance.
Miraculously, we only have three tests this week, which I’m eternally grateful for. One of our classes (biostatistics, actually) decided not to give tests this year, so we only have 3 tests every round of clusters.
Which, if you’re just tuning in, cluster exams are how Butler Pharmacy does tests in the program: all of our tests are scheduled over three days three times a semester. During those three days we don’t have any pharmacy classes. We just come in for tests. If you’re me and you’re taking a non-pharmacy class, you still have to go to it. Which I will be doing tomorrow in the evening when I have an 8am the following day. Woe is me, right?
Soooo I am glued to my computer and going through the natural phases of “I can’t find a comfortable spot to sit in my entire apartment.” But it’ll aaaall be over soon. I’m just hoping these last two will go smoothly! Then it can be the WEEKEND. And I won’t have to look at Hogwarts-themed drug tables.
I GOT SLYTHERIN.
It all started the morning of September 9th.
Well, probably earlier than that, but let’s go with the 9th. I had a sore throat. I knew where this was going. Nowhere good. I started with a kettle full of water, put it on the stove. Set the burner to high. Herbal tea with lemon juice and honey could be my savior.
But it was already too late. The infection had taken its hold in millions of host cells. THE PARASITE HAD WON.
The morning of the 10th my sinuses had filled with muck and I was breathing like Darth Vader. I made it through all my classes on Monday, managed to ace a medicinal chemistry quiz (SOMEHOW), and I went home with the innocent but misguided thought that I could get some homework done.
Instead I conked out on the couch watching Ghost Hunters International. In fact, I fell asleep when one of the investigators was calling out to spirits in a solitary confinement cell in a haunted jail in Ireland.
What’s creepy about my illness was that everyone has it. We’re sharing this infectious organism and I didn’t even realize it until around Wednesday. Gross, gross, gross. Yucky. Stay away.
Now instead of germs I’m going to share with you this hilarious entry from my favorite, highly specific Tumblr gif set blog about pharmacy school.
When a doctor writes for Amoxicillin 200mg/5ml susp take 250 mg qd x14 days #qs
(answer: For that dose of 250mg, for a suspension of 250mg in 5mL, the dose would be… 5mL. Doctor. Who went to medschool.)
At the rate this semester is going, I think I should purchase some real estate here on campus, because I basically live here. During the week, I spend way more time here than I do at my house, and that’s not even including travel time.
I got here for my 10AM class and it is now 8:30PM. It has been. a long. day.
Oh, and the worst case scenario Commuter Thing happened: I forgot a bunch of stuff in Fishers. And by a “bunch of stuff” I mean my wallet, which has money in it, which I planned on using for lunch. Luckily I had a friend to lend me some cash to get a snack (AWW YEEAHH), but that has always been my biggest commuter fear: forgetting my wallet! At least I’ve gone over an entire year of commuting without forgetting it. Still made me feel like an exile or something, though.
Anyway, I’m trying to figure out which spot of real estate I want to purchase. I’m not thinking the pharmacy lounge.
Too green. And… abandoned. Has a fridge, though!
I usually bust out the word wormhole in reference to the end of the semester/season/other landmark, not week 3 of classes. Week 3 of classes should, in theory, be one of the least exciting times in a semester. Week 3 should be weak 3, if you follow my pun.
Anyway, my professors seem to be confused about this, because I just took my 3rd quiz of the semester, I have my 4th quiz and 3rd (no–4th?) assignment of the semester on Friday, and I kind of want to scream. Maybe I did scream today, and it was when the traffic light in front of my apartment turned red seconds before I (SAFELY) accelerated to turn left in front of a stream of rush hour traffic.
That’s beside the point, though, because I’m confused about the space time continuum and why week 3 of classes is feeling like midterms. Well, not just week 3–weeks 1 and 2 and 3 have all felt like midterms. Should the whole semester just feel like midterms at this point? I’m guessing that’s the case.
ALSO could the humidity please drop? A little? Maybe?
Curtis left me this note! Written on a napkin. To a tune of the devil.