Lesson o' the Day

Not everybody has a sense of humor.

Today in the world of Psychiatry we had a lecture on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which quickly turned into a lecture on neuroanatomy. The doctor was trying to explain the function of the amygdala using the time-honored technique of analogy, and the following exchange took place:

Doctor: You can't expect the amygdala to process information like the prefrontal cortex, they have totally different functions. If you're not psychotic, would you wake up in the morning and ask your elbow for stock quotes?
Montgomery: ...no?
Doctor: Right! And why is that?
Montgomery: Because my elbow only reads the editorials.

The doctor responded in the following ways, in this order:
1. Confused look
2. Blank stare
3. Half-hearted laugh
4. Crook eye

Needless to say, it was awkward. I can see my evaluation now: "knowledgable, works well with patients, possibly delusional."

I'm still alive, only I'm very badly burned

Man, 3rd year is busy. If I didn't enjoy it so much, I'd be rather depressed. But I'm lovin' it™, so life is good.

The hours are still killer, so my blogging continues to suffer. Once I finish my work-a-day, I just want to spend time with Legal Counsel. Sorry, readers.

I'm updating now for fear that somebody might declare squatter's rights. On a related note, 50 guys declared squatter's rights on D-Rock's mom's face last night. I've still got it!

Things that have happened since my last post:

• I finished my OB/GYN rotation. Once December rolls around, I'll never see a vagina again.
• Psych started. Pelvics are a lot more difficult nowadays.
• I got a new Disneyland Annual Passport for my birfday, courtesy of Legal Counsel. She knows how to keep me happy.
• We went to Venice Beach. If anything deserves a blog post, it's that place. For a bunch of communist hippies, they certainly care a lot about money.
• Traffic still sucks. So does D-Rock's mom. Zing!

TTFN, peeps.