April 10, 2012

As for the current state of affairs

Well here's a little update on life. This morning I woke up, hopped on a train to The City with my parents and saw a taping of The Colbert Report! It was so frickin cool! To see behind the things and everything! And he was hilarious! And the comedian was so funny! And it was such an all around lovely experience! Ok, I'm done fangirling. Needless to say, it was such a fun experience (and free!).

Also, "According to a recent psychology study, people who spent money on food, travel and other experiences tend to be more extroverted and adventurous than those who spent their money on material things." I like and support this. 

Earlier this week, in psychology, we watched a video of a surgical procedure, in which the surgeons exposed the majority of the surface of a young girl with epilepsy's brain, laid in sheets which would sense electrical currents, and closed her back up. We saw the throbbing blood vessels, the peeled back skin, the works. It was awful. Now, know that this summer I actually saw a brain sliced and diced. Main difference being that that brain was not attached to a body, did not have blood on it, and in general, looked quite dehumanized. I thought I would've been fine with this. Needless to say, I sat there at 8am and felt my empty stomach turn over. My face tingled and I tried to focus on the worksheet in front of me, focusing on the words in front of me. Needless to say, the giant image of an exposed brain violently invaded my peripheral vision. I started to feel light headed. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I stood up, shakily made my way to the bathroom sign out, and left class. The moment I closed the door, my vision zoomed into a tunnel. I was unaware of my surroundings, and pressed my hands against the cool metal lockers. I think there was a student down the hallway, but I wasn't sure, and was relatively alone. Honestly, I don't know how I got from the door to the restroom, but it kind of felt like I slumped my way there along the wall. The moment I got in, I brushed past one other girl - I couldn't tell who it was - and focused my gaze on the one thing I could see, and the one thing that mattered - a stall door. I somehow departed the wall long enough to make it inside and immediately my legs gave out. I slumped down the stall's wall until I was sitting on the floor, head between my knees, trying desperately to see evenly and maybe regain some measure of sight. After a bit, I could see again, and got hold of my surroundings. I got a wet towel, immediately retreated again to my patch of floor, and laid it on the back of my neck. I returned to class - no one had any idea I had nearly just blacked out. Well, moral of the story is, I do not plan on going to medical school.

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