To complete my move-in story, Monday night after wrapping up projects in the house (incidentally, yesterday the little white rugrat that I call Annie the Escapist found a hole in the fence. Luckily, I think she got scared of not knowing where she was, because I found her (sometime between zero and thirty minutes post-escape) sitting, soaking wet, in the neighbor's front yard. It was a sad sight, but I highly doubt she learned anything from her misadventure.) - Dad said he wanted to go check out Lake Erie.
So to the beach we went.
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| Sunset on Lake Erie at a boat launch that smelled like algae. |
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| Sunset selfie. Sue me. |
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| Sandy beaches. |
Tuesday, I got permission to skip lunch with my new peers to take my dad to the airport. Insert symbolic rainfall commencing at the precise moment he texted me that he was through security.
Now, down to business. Later in the week, after several grueling days of orientation, several of the girls in my intern class and I were discussing how this was the first orientation week we'd ever been to where NO ONE went out after the day was over. No happy hour, no debauchery, nothing. So we appointed me unofficial intern social chair. Which makes perfect sense because I know Erie so well (not).
So I sent out an email trying to get some ideas for things (family friendly and everything!) that we could do after our step 3 shelf exam Saturday. Getting suggestions was similar to pulling teeth, but at least when you pull teeth you have a little leverage. Actually, I'm not sure about that. I'm a doctor, not a dentist.
Anyway, after 9 hours of biostatistics on Friday, a fellow psych intern mentioned happy hour, and several of us were SO IN. This is the only city I can think of where you can drink 4 solid beers (not natty, not bud, not coors) and eat a pizza for $20. Just saying. Taphouse, for the win. (I may also have a solid lead on a place to watch good college football.)
Saturday's shelf exam BLEW. I'm talking, whale blow hole blew. But at least people wanted to go out after! So Jekyll and Hyde it was. Then Brewerie (clever name, eh?)
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| Interns with our DME. |
I think everyone will be relieved to know that the Taco Bell menu is the same here as it is in Oklahoma.
This all just about brings me up to date on the goings-ons of orientation week. At some point, perhaps, I'll get around to discussing the cluster of a day "DAY 1" turned out to be, but in the meantime, I have just a brief note.
If you're a med student, and you're in morning report, offer your chair to a female resident who might be standing behind you. One, it's what I did when I was a student. Two, I outrank you, even if it's barely. And three, if you're a guy, it's the chivalrous thing to do. Note to students: I will remember your faces, and I don't like to stand for 30 minutes of a lecture directed at residents even when I get there on time (but if I'm late you should still offer me your seat). End rant.
