For this next post, I'm going to have a running list of things that suck when you have broken ribs. (I realize that having broken ribs sucks a good deal on its own, but I'm going for the in addition to category here).
So...
Things that you never knew could be so painful:
* Sleeping
* Breathing
* Laughing
* Coughing
* Pooping
* Sitting up
* Pushing yourself up
* Shampooing your hair
* Trying to walk to the front of the bus when it stops suddenly
* Burping
* Closing your bra when you get dressed
* Hiccuping
* Singing
I'll keep adding as I discover new things.
xo
~LLL
PS: This is awesome. Go Rev Jenkins.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Vantage Point
So, the highlight of my week was seeing Vantage Point last night (my Sunday night movie). I have two comments about the viewing experience.
1 - I was struck by the number of people in the theater that seemed taken aback by the way the story was told. One such person (who may or may not have been a rude, teenage male sitting next to me) commented, "Why does it have to be noon again? Why can't it be one?"
Um... I thought it was clear from the previews that the story was going to be told in a series of flashbacks from different points of view. As a narrative tool, I thought it was done quite well, slowly adding new pieces every time, moving faster through the parts that were already clear and focusing on what was new. It really wasn't a surprise. And there wasn't too much repetition. It was far from boring, maybe frustrating to add to the suspense, but not boring. Boring is sitting in a micro lecture.
2 - The movie worked. I thought it was really well done. I liked all of the characters. I felt they tied up the loose ends that needed resolution but kept from resolving everything. Life doesn't always wrap up in a neat little bow, why should the movie. They never give full motivation for certain actions, and I left wondering why people did what they did. The movie was great.
BUT the last 2 minutes were the worst pile of crap I've ever seen. I mean, cut out the last two minutes and it would have been fantastic. I felt as though the writer was like, I really want a bit of dialog in there, and vomited out a script. The snickers in the theater were aimed at the ridiculously Amero-centric resolution, and the pure cheese on the screen that could only be made worse with a series of American flags flapping in a gentle breeze.
On the walk home though, I had a rather interesting conversation. And this is in no way meant to insult or offend anyone, I apologize if I do. I don't think there is anything I believe in strong enough to blow myself up for it. I actually really started thinking about it, and I can't really think of something that I could see myself strapping on a bomb and detonating myself for. Now, that's not to say I don't have convictions. I do. I remember that during Confirmation we were asked, "if it were illegal to be Catholic, would there be enough evidence to convict you?" I would be rotting in jail for my association with the church. But at the same time, I wouldn't blow myself up if the Pope told me to... Granted, that would be against Church Dogma (amongst other problems), but still...
So I pose this question:
Do you have convictions strong enough that you might end up a suicide bomber?
You don't have to answer me, but think about it... It's interesting.
Peace,
~LLL
1 - I was struck by the number of people in the theater that seemed taken aback by the way the story was told. One such person (who may or may not have been a rude, teenage male sitting next to me) commented, "Why does it have to be noon again? Why can't it be one?"
Um... I thought it was clear from the previews that the story was going to be told in a series of flashbacks from different points of view. As a narrative tool, I thought it was done quite well, slowly adding new pieces every time, moving faster through the parts that were already clear and focusing on what was new. It really wasn't a surprise. And there wasn't too much repetition. It was far from boring, maybe frustrating to add to the suspense, but not boring. Boring is sitting in a micro lecture.
2 - The movie worked. I thought it was really well done. I liked all of the characters. I felt they tied up the loose ends that needed resolution but kept from resolving everything. Life doesn't always wrap up in a neat little bow, why should the movie. They never give full motivation for certain actions, and I left wondering why people did what they did. The movie was great.
BUT the last 2 minutes were the worst pile of crap I've ever seen. I mean, cut out the last two minutes and it would have been fantastic. I felt as though the writer was like, I really want a bit of dialog in there, and vomited out a script. The snickers in the theater were aimed at the ridiculously Amero-centric resolution, and the pure cheese on the screen that could only be made worse with a series of American flags flapping in a gentle breeze.
On the walk home though, I had a rather interesting conversation. And this is in no way meant to insult or offend anyone, I apologize if I do. I don't think there is anything I believe in strong enough to blow myself up for it. I actually really started thinking about it, and I can't really think of something that I could see myself strapping on a bomb and detonating myself for. Now, that's not to say I don't have convictions. I do. I remember that during Confirmation we were asked, "if it were illegal to be Catholic, would there be enough evidence to convict you?" I would be rotting in jail for my association with the church. But at the same time, I wouldn't blow myself up if the Pope told me to... Granted, that would be against Church Dogma (amongst other problems), but still...
So I pose this question:
Do you have convictions strong enough that you might end up a suicide bomber?
You don't have to answer me, but think about it... It's interesting.
Peace,
~LLL
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
In like a Lion
Sometimes there are these days that remind me to be human. It sounds weird, I know. But let's see if I can make sense of this. Sunday, I did a good deal of studying. I'm still behind from all the chaos I was working in the past few weeks, but we're starting a new module (Neuro/Musculoskeletal Pathology) and so far, I'm feeling like I'm in a zone. Granted, the 4 years at ND studying Psych from a physiological/cognitive standpoint should give me a leg up.
But before I got to studying, I walked into town, taking my time to arrive at the designated study cafe. I find it hard to take my time, to move through a city without appearing to have some place to be. It's obviously not healthy to have to rush everywhere, and yet I seem to find reason to do this ALL THE TIME! I won't go so far as to say I'm going to give up rushing for Lent, but let's just say I'm adding it to my to-do list. I was reasonably productive in spite of taking the half hour walk into town and the nice long chat with my mom in the middle of the study session.
I was hoping to get out to Zurich for the beginning of my March break, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen this time around. I was looking forward to rocking out with Drew for a bit, but now I'm looking to see if May might be a possibility. In the mean time, it's Edinburgh with my mom at the end of March. And that will be great.
Just a nod to the crazy march weather we've got out here in Dublin. On Monday, on my way home, I experienced about every form of precipitation. And by experienced, I mean I was hit on the head with rain, snow, sleet, freezing rain, hail, "wintry mix." It was only a 5 minute walk... bizarre!
Peace,
~Liz
But before I got to studying, I walked into town, taking my time to arrive at the designated study cafe. I find it hard to take my time, to move through a city without appearing to have some place to be. It's obviously not healthy to have to rush everywhere, and yet I seem to find reason to do this ALL THE TIME! I won't go so far as to say I'm going to give up rushing for Lent, but let's just say I'm adding it to my to-do list. I was reasonably productive in spite of taking the half hour walk into town and the nice long chat with my mom in the middle of the study session.
I was hoping to get out to Zurich for the beginning of my March break, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen this time around. I was looking forward to rocking out with Drew for a bit, but now I'm looking to see if May might be a possibility. In the mean time, it's Edinburgh with my mom at the end of March. And that will be great.
Just a nod to the crazy march weather we've got out here in Dublin. On Monday, on my way home, I experienced about every form of precipitation. And by experienced, I mean I was hit on the head with rain, snow, sleet, freezing rain, hail, "wintry mix." It was only a 5 minute walk... bizarre!
Peace,
~Liz
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Irony
Define 'Irony'... two homeless alcoholics sitting on the steps of the RCSI main building, drinking from bottles in paper bags at 8pm on a Sunday night. I stood at the LUAS stop waiting to go home and thought to myself, "Hey, I'm sure I'll be treating them soon."
The past two weeks have been bonkers. I've been running around doing just about anything other than what I feel a second-year medical student should be doing. I've had basketball games, helped the orchestration of an intercollegiate case competition, I've conducted photo shoots, I've pieced together promo reels and prize reels, run audio and video for events, and sat on a counter and sold lollipops. I was at a mall yesterday, sitting in a starbucks, talking about my former life as a teacher and my head nearly exploded. It was a "hey, wait, where am I?" moment.
Anyway, the four videos I put together are available on youtube. I'll post the promo reel at the end of this post, and the other 3 can be found through my youtube profile. I'm taking Saturday to decompress, clean my room, do laundry, put together a grocery list, send out long overdue emails, sign up for the USMLE, upload photos to facebook, organise my notes, and generally get my life in order.
Tomorrow begins the massive study necessary for me to actually pass the quiz coming up on Wednesday. I actually breathed a sigh of relief when I put together my calendar for next week. I have a game on Monday, mass on Tuesday, and Ballad Sessions on Friday... that's nothing. It's like a big, wide open week of free time. Then I wonder how the hell I get myself into so much stuff. Study, study, study! AHHH! Ok, I'm going to bake some cookies, because that seems like the best thing to do right now.
Peace,
~LLL
SHAG Week Dating Game - Promo Reel
The past two weeks have been bonkers. I've been running around doing just about anything other than what I feel a second-year medical student should be doing. I've had basketball games, helped the orchestration of an intercollegiate case competition, I've conducted photo shoots, I've pieced together promo reels and prize reels, run audio and video for events, and sat on a counter and sold lollipops. I was at a mall yesterday, sitting in a starbucks, talking about my former life as a teacher and my head nearly exploded. It was a "hey, wait, where am I?" moment.
Anyway, the four videos I put together are available on youtube. I'll post the promo reel at the end of this post, and the other 3 can be found through my youtube profile. I'm taking Saturday to decompress, clean my room, do laundry, put together a grocery list, send out long overdue emails, sign up for the USMLE, upload photos to facebook, organise my notes, and generally get my life in order.
Tomorrow begins the massive study necessary for me to actually pass the quiz coming up on Wednesday. I actually breathed a sigh of relief when I put together my calendar for next week. I have a game on Monday, mass on Tuesday, and Ballad Sessions on Friday... that's nothing. It's like a big, wide open week of free time. Then I wonder how the hell I get myself into so much stuff. Study, study, study! AHHH! Ok, I'm going to bake some cookies, because that seems like the best thing to do right now.
Peace,
~LLL
SHAG Week Dating Game - Promo Reel
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Galwegians!
It was my roommate's birthday on Monday, so I took her to Galway as a mini-celebration. I didn't tell her where we were going until the night before we left (and then it was only because the random and crazy snowfall across Ireland sortof changed the packing list and I didn't want her to end up cold).
It was a fun weekend. We got in Friday and dropped our stuff at the hostel (Kinlay House Hostel... I totally recommend it if you're looking for a nice place to stay and can't afford a hotel) and headed out for food. We ate a crap load at Fat Freddy's, mostly because we hadn't eaten all day then went to find some drinks. Martine's is a lovely cafe/wine bar that had the feel of the local, classy watering hole. The woman serving wine seemed to know every person (save the two of us) that walked in the door.
We bounced from there to a trad session at Taaffe's that was quite the fun time. I'm not going to lie, I managed to get a little tipsy while we waited for the two boys to arrive, and we kept busy buy making bets on who would get there first and what you call someone from Galway. We had a nice list going before Mark settled it for us... Turns out, someone from Galway is a Galwegian. Who knew? After Taaffe's (which I also recommend for a weekend visit) we hit up Tigh Neachtain's, then called it a night.
On Saturday, we braved the weather and took a tour of the Burren, stopping in Doolin for lunch (of course) and the main point of which was to see the Cliffs of Moher. Thankfully, the weather held long enough for us to bum around in the ridiculous wind and get a few silly photos before a downpour sent us into the Hobbits-meet-Teletubbies burrow of a tourist centre for cocoa. We moved on to the Ailwee caves for a little venture underground. Overall, it was a good tour, the weather didn't damper our spirits, but it did dampen my clothes.
We went to the Skeff for dinner and met out for drinks again at Tigh Neachtain's, but perhaps a little too much fresh air during the day had tired us out a bit and we called it an early night. Sunday was coffee and a newspaper and then some chill wandering around the city before catching the train back to Dublin (it was Superbowl Sunday and I did want to watch the game). And so I don't neglect it, my roomie saw a lot of baby sheep (or lambs for those who want to be technical).
I have to say I was a little bummed with the result of the Superbowl, but Tom Brady is still gorgeous and brilliant, and I'd totally have his babies :) The game ran from 11pm-3:15am here and I stayed up to watch all of it. It was a rough way to start lectures off on less than 3 hours sleep, and perhaps ill-advised to go to basketball practice that night, but hey, I'm still kicking.
Here's to another week of lectures: Diabetes, Hyperthyroidism, and DKA.
Sláinte agus táinte.
~LLL
It was a fun weekend. We got in Friday and dropped our stuff at the hostel (Kinlay House Hostel... I totally recommend it if you're looking for a nice place to stay and can't afford a hotel) and headed out for food. We ate a crap load at Fat Freddy's, mostly because we hadn't eaten all day then went to find some drinks. Martine's is a lovely cafe/wine bar that had the feel of the local, classy watering hole. The woman serving wine seemed to know every person (save the two of us) that walked in the door.
We bounced from there to a trad session at Taaffe's that was quite the fun time. I'm not going to lie, I managed to get a little tipsy while we waited for the two boys to arrive, and we kept busy buy making bets on who would get there first and what you call someone from Galway. We had a nice list going before Mark settled it for us... Turns out, someone from Galway is a Galwegian. Who knew? After Taaffe's (which I also recommend for a weekend visit) we hit up Tigh Neachtain's, then called it a night.
On Saturday, we braved the weather and took a tour of the Burren, stopping in Doolin for lunch (of course) and the main point of which was to see the Cliffs of Moher. Thankfully, the weather held long enough for us to bum around in the ridiculous wind and get a few silly photos before a downpour sent us into the Hobbits-meet-Teletubbies burrow of a tourist centre for cocoa. We moved on to the Ailwee caves for a little venture underground. Overall, it was a good tour, the weather didn't damper our spirits, but it did dampen my clothes.
We went to the Skeff for dinner and met out for drinks again at Tigh Neachtain's, but perhaps a little too much fresh air during the day had tired us out a bit and we called it an early night. Sunday was coffee and a newspaper and then some chill wandering around the city before catching the train back to Dublin (it was Superbowl Sunday and I did want to watch the game). And so I don't neglect it, my roomie saw a lot of baby sheep (or lambs for those who want to be technical).
I have to say I was a little bummed with the result of the Superbowl, but Tom Brady is still gorgeous and brilliant, and I'd totally have his babies :) The game ran from 11pm-3:15am here and I stayed up to watch all of it. It was a rough way to start lectures off on less than 3 hours sleep, and perhaps ill-advised to go to basketball practice that night, but hey, I'm still kicking.
Here's to another week of lectures: Diabetes, Hyperthyroidism, and DKA.
Sláinte agus táinte.
~LLL
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