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.

Shopping on Monday Nights is the greatest!

There's nobody around and the parking is good.

Mom came over and had dinner (green chile stew that I made last night) then we left for what I thought would be the shopping trip from Hell. I really had no hope of finding something that I really liked. I don't think I was in Dillard's for 15 minutes when I found an awesome Ellen Tracy grey wool pinstripe suit (with just a touch of spandex to make it sheen) . Then I saw the price. On sale (40% off), the pants and the jacket were $450. Throw in the white silk blouse to put under it and the total was $570. But it's a really, really nice suit. And of course, it had to fit perfectly when I tried it on. I was pretty certain I made my choice, but decided I needed to walk around the store another 30 minutes to convince myself I wasn't going to find anything better. I was starting to stress out about how much money the suit was going to cost when it all hit me. Nothing about medical school has been cheap. In fact, this suit is the cheapest thing that has come out of the whole deal! I owe $180,000 in student loan debt, and I'm all worried about a $570 suit that looks great! Funny how it really didn't seem so expensive after all. I bought it and I'm having absolutely no remorse.

Hopefully the weather will cool down to more appropriate November-like weather by Friday (my interview). If this 85 degree stuff keeps up, wool is going to feel awfully warm!

Changing the subject, I've nominated myself for Klutz of the Week. Yesterday, I was walking around in really high heels when I stepped on an uneven surface and sprained my ankle. I walked it out and thought it was fine but this morning it really hurt when I got out of bed, and it's hurting now. I didn't do my usual 3 mile run today and opted for pilates to give it a rest.

Yesterday I also was trying to hang an empty hanger on top of one of Boyfriend's door jambs where I had some clothes hanging. The hanger fell and hit me in the face, so now I have a nice red bruise on the bridge of my nose (drawing even more attention to my already least favorite asset).

Well it's time for bed. I slept horrible last night. I had this really bad nightmare that a good friend of mine died during a c-section. After I woke up, I couldn't get back to sleep because it bothered me so much. It seemed so real. Right when I was about to fall asleep, my cell phone decides to let me know it's running out of juice, so I had to get back up and connect it to the charger. Needless to say, I overslept this morning and was 15 minutes late getting to clinic this morning. Maybe tonight's sleep will go easier.

Time to de-stress

Ok so if nobody has noticed, I've been a bit negative lately. My boyfriend read my blog the other day and commented that I seem to be in "rant mode". Yikes. I don't want to be one of those kinds of women.

Truthfully, I'm really stressed out. I'm worried I won't match into the anesthesia program where I attend medical school, and even worse, I'm worried I won't match at all, therefore rendering me jobless and homeless come July 1st.

My first interview is this Friday. I can't find anything to wear. Boyfriend and I shopped all day Saturday and part of today and I couldn't find anything that was 1. appropriate and 2. that I actually liked. I went to Banana Republic first and the lady there had me try on a tweed dress suit that made me look like Mary Poppins-I'm really not kidding! The skirt was long and flared out, it was so ugly that I can't imagine why the designers that work for BR thought it would work. I also went to Ann Taylor with no better luck.

After that, we went to visit Rich Person's Mall across the street. We went to Harold's and Talbots. Again, no luck. Why is it that all sales clerks are 18 years old and have no clue about traditional dress. I mean, come on, I can't wear a pink twead suit to a residency interview! I'm a very private person and prefer not to get into the logistics of why I need the suit so I just say it's for an interview and it needs to be conservative. I guess they interpret that as meaning I have a job interview at a Hallmark store and anything goes as long as it's dressy. Oh well. I recruited my mom to go with me to Dillard's tomorrow night for one last try. Boyfriend is tired of shopping (and probably tired of my crankiness in the process).

What I'm listening to: Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel
What I'm thinking about besides me: Those 22 people who were killed by the tornado early this morning. Why can't tornadoes only hit in the daytime when people are awake and can take cover?