Its the little things that keep you going

I just opened a box of crispy cream doughnuts that I found in the trash, just in case.

I have the worst ring around the collar on my white coat that the world has ever known. Honestly, its horrible.

I vandalized a poster in the VA elevator last night by writing "Killer!" in a little speech bubble over a clip art illustration of two businessmen enthusiastically high fiving eachother. I do not regret this.

I recently heard a story about how a medical student's stethescope got caught in her senior resident's open fly during the end-of-rotation evalutaion. She leaned over to pick up a cup of coffee, and then got stuck with her head close to his open-flied crotch. And she couldn't remove the stethescope ear-piece from his fly because that would involve putting her hand there, so there was this akward, prolonged fumbly situation, followed by him storming off and saying "you fail!" This is the single best medical student story I have ever heard.

The single worst medical story I have ever heard has me as its protagonist. It goes as follows: tomorrow I have to take overnight call. This is the last call night of the rotation. It is also an extra call, one more than everyone else has to take, because I was also assigned the the very first call night on the first day of the rotation. Tomorrow is the worst possible night for overnight call, because we have the huge national Internal Medicine exam (known as the "shelf") on Friday, and no time off to study. Also, tomorrow is my birthday.

This is why i am rooting through the trash looking for uneaten doughnuts.