After getting saturated with a crapload of diuretics while studying, I felt the natural urge to empty my bladder. I went to the Student Union restrooms and did my thing. While I was keeping my kidney, ureter, bladder, and urethra happy, I felt the room shaking...
Hmmm...the walls look like they're moving
And why is this going on for forever?
Holy cow! An earthquake!
I stayed calm and finished my physiological response. Damn. It's still shaking.
I let the shaking settle, and I ran outside the restroom. Everyone was up from their tables and were uttering WTFs.
Scary.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
dive into hell week
Coffee
Red bull
Smart water
textbooks
whiteboard
markers
laptop
practice tests
library basement or student union
get to campus by 7:45am. get off class by5. study til 2am every damn day. all week.
welcome to hell week
Red bull
Smart water
textbooks
whiteboard
markers
laptop
practice tests
library basement or student union
get to campus by 7:45am. get off class by5. study til 2am every damn day. all week.
welcome to hell week
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Annoying Sorority Girls
I was walking towards the Horn Center (place on campus where you print your stuff if you're too far from the library) when these two weird-looking girls came up to me. Looks like they were part of a sorority and they were handing out pamphlets for an event. They smiled and popped the most random question I've ever got:
"Are you friendly and outgoing?"
Stunned, I thought to myself "what the hell kind of question is that?". I opened my mouth and these were the by-products of that thought percolating in my head:
"uh, NO."
Equally stunned with what I said, I walked away like nothing happened. I think the last words I found audible from them were "asshole" and "jerk"...
I laughed.
"Are you friendly and outgoing?"
Stunned, I thought to myself "what the hell kind of question is that?". I opened my mouth and these were the by-products of that thought percolating in my head:
"uh, NO."
Equally stunned with what I said, I walked away like nothing happened. I think the last words I found audible from them were "asshole" and "jerk"...
I laughed.
The Pen Transplant
"Dr. Wetzel, would you be interested in speaking at one of our club meetings this fall semester?"
"Huh? Like what do you mean?"
"Oh it's because you came from a Cal State too and here you are, an ER doctor...you'd be a great source of motivation for us students"
"Uhm...haha"
"Well you can violently decline doc, but..."
She laughed and left her seat to go check on one of her patients...
Although she seemed reluctant to the idea, I knew that she wanted to do it. Earlier during the shift, she agreed to come help out with the health fairs and eventually, the free clinic that me and my buddies were planning and working on launching this fall semester. So why wouldn't she come speak to one of our meetings?
A couple hours and a gazillion ER scutwork later, she called me.
"I have a mission for you, Reinier!"
"Yes ma'am!"
She took out a retractable green ballpoint pen from her pocket. It was one of those freebie pens from annoying medreps.
"You see, I love this pen, but it ran out of ink. I want to use it again. Do a pen transplant! If you do, I'll come to your meeting!"
I took the pen and smiled. What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Is this a joke?
The ER wasn't that busy so I had the chance to employ my analytic skills, manual dexterity, and fresh knowledge of biochemistry, biology, calculus, physics, chinese swordsmanship and astrogardening to this critical case. This is ballpoint pen surgery. I am pioneering the pen transplant. The first of its kind in the world. No it wasn't being done at Harvard, Stanford, or Hopkins. It was here at Anaheim. And the primary surgeon was me. I call the shots. The fate of Dr. Wetzel's charting delight, the premed club meeting, and the pen relied on me. I was the- what the hell?
I analyzed the pen. Is this fine point or medium point? Hmmm...oh it has a spring mechanism. Oh cool. So I stole a bic pen and another freebie pen similar to hers.
Cool. I took the other freebie pen since it shared the same spring mechanism and parts. The bic pen was extraneous to the operation- discarding it was imminent and inevitable. As heartbreaking as it is, I had to let it go. It served no purpose. I took the functional clone, dismembered it, took out the vital ink-containing component of it which I have labeled "spine" plus the "cervical support" that employed Hooke's law (spring, idiot! F=kx^2), cut it down to size, and "transplanted" it to Dr. Wetzel's pen.
The great pen surgeon has delivered. Another first. Another breakthrough operation. It was a complete success!!!
"Here you go doc!'
"Hmmm...let's see (she scribbles TCA on my biochem pathways cheatsheet)...oh it worked!"
"So you're coming to our meeting this coming semester?"
"Yeah!"
"Suh-weeeeeeeeeet!!!"
"Huh? Like what do you mean?"
"Oh it's because you came from a Cal State too and here you are, an ER doctor...you'd be a great source of motivation for us students"
"Uhm...haha"
"Well you can violently decline doc, but..."
She laughed and left her seat to go check on one of her patients...
Although she seemed reluctant to the idea, I knew that she wanted to do it. Earlier during the shift, she agreed to come help out with the health fairs and eventually, the free clinic that me and my buddies were planning and working on launching this fall semester. So why wouldn't she come speak to one of our meetings?
A couple hours and a gazillion ER scutwork later, she called me.
"I have a mission for you, Reinier!"
"Yes ma'am!"
She took out a retractable green ballpoint pen from her pocket. It was one of those freebie pens from annoying medreps.
"You see, I love this pen, but it ran out of ink. I want to use it again. Do a pen transplant! If you do, I'll come to your meeting!"
I took the pen and smiled. What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Is this a joke?
The ER wasn't that busy so I had the chance to employ my analytic skills, manual dexterity, and fresh knowledge of biochemistry, biology, calculus, physics, chinese swordsmanship and astrogardening to this critical case. This is ballpoint pen surgery. I am pioneering the pen transplant. The first of its kind in the world. No it wasn't being done at Harvard, Stanford, or Hopkins. It was here at Anaheim. And the primary surgeon was me. I call the shots. The fate of Dr. Wetzel's charting delight, the premed club meeting, and the pen relied on me. I was the- what the hell?
I analyzed the pen. Is this fine point or medium point? Hmmm...oh it has a spring mechanism. Oh cool. So I stole a bic pen and another freebie pen similar to hers.
Cool. I took the other freebie pen since it shared the same spring mechanism and parts. The bic pen was extraneous to the operation- discarding it was imminent and inevitable. As heartbreaking as it is, I had to let it go. It served no purpose. I took the functional clone, dismembered it, took out the vital ink-containing component of it which I have labeled "spine" plus the "cervical support" that employed Hooke's law (spring, idiot! F=kx^2), cut it down to size, and "transplanted" it to Dr. Wetzel's pen.
The great pen surgeon has delivered. Another first. Another breakthrough operation. It was a complete success!!!
"Here you go doc!'
"Hmmm...let's see (she scribbles TCA on my biochem pathways cheatsheet)...oh it worked!"
"So you're coming to our meeting this coming semester?"
"Yeah!"
"Suh-weeeeeeeeeet!!!"
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