My life these days

So, it's been a while since I blogged. I figured I'd give a quick update.
First, I finished my rotation in Family Medicine (Primary Care), and it was the best time of my medical school adventure. Usually, when I have a job, or I'm in class, or I'm hanging out with Zach Herbert, all I really do is watch the clock and endure until I get to go home. Not so with Family Medicine. I found myself wanting to stay even after they told me I could go home. Now, nothing's official, but if I go with this, it will mean a few things:
1) I'll probably enjoy my life, and have more free time
2) I'll definitely never make as much as Zach
I still have something like eight more rotations to go, however, so who knows what I'll actually end up sticking with.
I've also got a few quick stories:
-A while back I saw a guy who would describe himself as a "baller." He'd had a stroke which paralyzed the right side of his body, but was making huge strides in recovering function. This guy went from bed ridden to walking and performing daily functions in less than 18 months. That's pretty rare. Despite all that, this hardcore guy breaks down and starts bawling in the room because he can't afford to keep his gas on, and he really wants to cook for his family. Seriously, bawling.
-I met a guy who can't do simple things like stand up from sitting, or sit from standing, because he gets stuck trying to remember everything he did and said the day before. He can't make himself move until he's sure he has it perfect, which means he may sit in a chair for 4 hours straight, just trying to get up.
-On my first day in my Family Medicine rotation, a girl in her early 20's came in for a pelvic exam. My resident and I and a nurse are in this room, and the resident begins the exam, and then, with the speculum still opened in this girl, the resident stands up and says, "I need my attending to look at this also," and walks out of the room. He is gone for five minutes. No kidding- I timed it. Five minutes in the most excruciatingly awkward situation in the world, and you start timing it because the only thing you look at is the clock. After five minutes, he comes back in, and explains that his atending is seeing another patient right now. "Don't worry," he says, "this doesn't take long. It'll just be another five or ten minutes." I'm not even making this up. After another seven and a half minutes of staring at the clock in dead silence, he finally returns with the attending. How there is not a malpractice suit pending, I have no idea.
Welp, I'll end with that. I'm on Psychiatry rotation right now, which means I show up at 7:30, talk to crazy people, and then leave at 11. Yeah, before noon. It's awesome, except that I'm not a big fan of Psych.

My next post, which should be soon, will tell of the grand adventure that was getting our new puppy.