A little something on just about everything.
Today I had the steak tacos from Chipotle and to be frank, they were terrible. The steak was incredibly chewy and completely resistant to all 200lbs of brute force from my molars. Even after about 2 minutes, I had to swallow the steak “cubes” almost whole. Definitely not the way steak should be.
Then again it only cost five bucks- you get what you pay for.
I remain a die-hard fan of their barbacoa, chips/guac combo, and their hidden menu items.
Also known as “electives,” away rotations are pretty fun. I like to do mine in ophthalmology every year, since our school doesn’t give us nearly enough of it in the current curriculum. For the past few weeks I’ve gotten to see lots of neuro-ophtho patients here in LA, all of who are suffering from some pretty interesting stuff like pseudotumors, myasthenia, and Charles Bonnet syndrome- which reminds me, of all the thing you could have named after you, why would you want it to be a syndrome? If it was me, I wouldn’t tell anyone about the syndrome I’ve discovered until I had also discovered the cure.
Anyway, I’ve only got a few weeks left now, and then I’ll be back on my way to med school in Islamabad. Can’t believe there was another bombing in Lahore the other day. That makes two in one summer. It’s the strangest thing how crazy it gets out there every time I leave. Last year there was the whole red mosque fiasco plus the Bhutto assassination, and this year- bombings. I’m really inclined to think I’m some sort of good luck charm. Then I come out here and everyone asks me, “How can you possibly go to school out there? Isn’t it crazy and wild and full of terrorism?” No, except when I come over here. It’s really amazing how I can sit in my room in Islamabad at my desk, in total comfort and forget that I’m even in Pakistan- what with the high speed dsl, online gaming, 360, AC, etc. As soon as I hit up Google news though, I see more stuff going on in Pakistan on there than I ever do by just wandering around the streets of Islamabad. My neighbor at home here in California though, will swear by it that the city “is just a hot bed for terrorism.” I think not.
Oh yeah and for medical students who are wondering about the 5-hour Energy drink and how well it works, let me join the millions of people out there by saying, it doesn’t. Red bull ftw. Thanks. I’m out.
It’s not everyday that I go run three miles, though if I had to, I know that I could. I used to do it regularly about one year back. Now that I’m back in Los Angeles for a few weeks for my summer internship (and away from all of my work out equipment in isb) I saw my old 3 mile route and thought about running it again- it just seemed too boring though. I knew that I’d be able to run it without any trouble at all, just like I had been when I left it last year.
Still, I wanted something physical to do. I hadn’t worked out in a couple of days and I was starting to get restless. That’s when it hit me. I needed to go EXTREEEME.
For those of you who don’t know (and if you’re in this group then you’re definitely NOT EXTREEME) being EXTREEME means doing something you would normally do, and then intensifying the hell out of it, be it through force, speed, or volume. For example, you like to go paintballing. That’s pretty fun, I GUESS. What would be more fun? EXTREEEME Paintballing! How do you do that? Well, you basically go skydiving… and then PAINTBALL on your way down. Yeah, that’s right. Continue reading ‘Being EXTREEEEME!’
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