This morning I had the dreaded Infections Disease Clinic. That's the policitically correct and official title of it. I prefer to call it what it really is....AIDS Clinic. I had an interesting patient this morning. A transvestite who had me fooled. I walked in the room and thought I was in the wrong one because I swore I was looking an (ugly) woman when my patient was supposed to be a man. Later on I had the unfortunate experience of finding out that this guy wore a bra and "Hanes Her Way" underwear. I'm not sure where he keeps his goods in that underwear because usually women's underwear doesn't leave much room in front....

In other news, I got in my car this morning to drive to school when I realized my brakes really weren't working that well. Actually, they were barely working at all. I had to move my seat up so I could press my foot all the way down on the brake. Somehow I managed to get to school in 8am traffic without causing an accident. At noon, I had to meet with my attending for journal club (at a restaurant!). When I tried to drive my car, it was worse! I was really glad there wasn't much traffic around because driving was downright frightening. After lunch I drove my poor crippled car to a brake store. They looked at my car and told me my brake fluid line was busted and I needed to take it to the dealership. All the while I'm supposed to be in clinic seeing patients. I followed protocal and called 2 of the people in charge and had to leave a voice mail telling them I wouldn't be there. Well, the head nurse (quite an Einstein, I might add) didn't check her voice mail and called my cell phone looking for me, quite irritated that I didn't show up. I'm not sure where Mrs. Nursey-nurse got the idea it was okay to get pissy with me but I didn't appreciate it, especially because she was in the wrong.

In the end, my car is at the dealership and will hopefully be fixed tomorrow. I didn't kill anyone today with my reckless driving, and I've arranged for one of my med school friends to pick me up in the morning so I don't miss anymore clinic. I hope my care repair costs less than my interview suit did! I need to win the lottery. For real.