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I’ve had some unfinished posts sitting in my drafts queue for almost two years. I can tell without checking dates, because it’s almost USian Thanksgiving again. One of those posts is about my marvellous “confetti potatos” concoction—garlic mashed potatoes with minced parsley, a cubed sweet potato, red chiles and plenty of butter—which I last made when my brother came to visit for USian Thanksgiving.

Currently, I am thankful mostly for pharmacy school almost being over. Some people thrive on being in school; on being in the academic atmosphere and soaking in the new knowledge and getting involved with organizations and activities. These people are more socially functional than I am, and probably have a higher BS tolerance.

I was young for my class when I graduated from high school, and the crippling indecision that contributed to my dropping out of university after two years may have been borne in part of that youth. After I had successfully returned to university and finished my degree, I felt done, and adult enough. I have never wanted pharmacy school to be ~*~an experience!~*~, nor have I wanted to be a tool serving the Field of Pharmacy. I am here to acquire the license I will use the rest of my life; I started out very tired of the school experience itself.

The etiquette of an overcrowded bus demands that you keep your elbows down, your posture upright, and your ire focused on the transit system itself. There is no joy in the experience of riding the bus; its object is the arrival, and the occupants appreciate minimal intrusion. My overcrowded bus has been going since 2004, and I think I must thank the stupid bint behind me on the ride home today, for spurring me to figure out why I have been angry all these years.

First rotation: finished with colours, if perhaps not quite flying. My public-speaking colours in particularly are dangling limply, but my preceptor rated me a “high pass” and I’m much better at counselling patients now.

Second rotation: not as superfantastic as the first, but good so far. I’ve made a gigantoload of outpatient parenteral nutrition, watched nurses put infusion cathethers into people’s arms and take them back out, and started sucking less at antibiotics. I am apparently doing a final project on the evolution of lipid inclusion in TPN formulations—a complicated and oddball subject, so it should be perfect for me.
I quit the paying job at $Chain_Pharmacy so that I could have weekends. I realize that not being able to go six days straight without getting exhausted and sick makes me a weenie not worthy of working in the real world, but so it is. My ankle break still hurts, I’m still anaemic, and with the amount we’ve been spending on take-out lately because I’m too wiped to cook when I get home, the money is pretty much a moot point. Also the anaemia is not improving much on take-out food.
If anything my preceptors so far have had more attitude than I do, which bodes well for TEH FUTAR.