For those who know me or have been
creepily avid readers of this blog, I'm sure you've discovered I want to be an
ER doctor when I get older. I would say when I grow up, but I sincerely doubt
that will ever happen.
I've been depressed for five years
now. I was recently started on medication and am getting so, so much better, but I know
pain. Anxiety either worsened the depression or was developed from the
depression, so there's all that shit too. And I never want anyone to feel that
kind of intense pain.
Now, life isn't all happiness and
rainbows and ponies, unfortunately. Or fortunately? If it was all happiness,
wouldn't it just be boring? We wouldn't be able to appreciate the good to its
That being said; Pain. Sucks. Balls.
But I am terrible at talking to
people. Also, I am not naive enough to think that I will just stop being
depressed by that time. It's going to be a lot of hard work, and being a
psychologist or psychiatrist seems like it would show little improvement.
I'm needy enough to want to see that
my actions have helped someone. And if I worked in the ER, not only would I see
pretty easily that my actions, but it would be fast-paced, always changing,
always interesting. Never just a dull repetitive office job. I owe the universe
something to make up for all the pain and trouble I caused and help I've been
given, and I want to know my life meant something; something I'll see if I save
even one life.
And now, on for my adventures in
pre-med camp. I did a facebook status every night, but then will supplement it.
ADVENTURES IN BLOOD!
Day Zero: Woke up with one eye
swollen shut and in pain. It was pretty scary, and my mom thought I had pink
eye. Luckily after I took my contacts out by wrestling with my eyelid (don't
sleep in your contacts kids) the swelling started to go down. I packed,
listened to Welcome to Night vale (I'm hooked- more on that later) and we
departed to the camp. While I'm sure anyone who really wanted to stalk me could
find out who I am, I went to Sea Camp at ATM Galveston. Please don't stalk me.
I set up my dorm room, met my room
mate, introduced myself to the girl down the hall and told her how scared I was
of people, all that fun stuff. Our whole group ate dinner together at one
table, introduced ourselves, found out where we were all from, yada yada. It
was not as scary as I thought.
first official day of pre-med camp; I outed myself as an antisocial nerd, tried
to explain doctor who, cried a little when someone asked if doctor who built
the tardy (yup) and befriended the two nerdiest boys here by ranting about how
all pokemon are diabetic. We discussed star wars porn.
I dressed like the FBI in E.T. and later strangled a cow eye. Whoop!
Only Zena can go to a nerdy camp and still be outed as an antisocial nerd.
The inside of a cow eye: modern art.
Other parts of the eye...
two: I ripped the spine of a fetal pig out with my bare hands. Finally learned
what a spleen does and the science behind diabetes. Actually got a lot of
homework (for this camp) done. Got called out for apparently flirting... (yeah,
right. Pffft.) and ate three helpings of icecream. I'm calling it now, the country gal and boy will
be engaged by the end of the week.
that the thing that controls emotions according to you?
what makes you miss people. And has something to do with red blood cells.
We look very similar.
I also may have ripped the head off. And then the skin off the head.
3: I toured two shriner (uh?) hospitals. Besides being highly educational, I
also kept making doctor who refrences no one understood, and said "fezzes
are cool" a lot. We got a demonstration from ambulance paramedics, and
because I said I was going to be an ER doctor, got to do a lot of the stuff. I
was just as fast as them in inserting a tube in the trachea, probably 30 times
faster than my peers. It really made me happy and hopeful I will actually have
a future in ER. Had an interesting discussion about mental illness, argument
about the scientific, religious, and hormonal aspects of orgasms (I love
pre-med kids) and convinced the coolest 10yr I've ever met my friend is Harry
Potter. (No joke, he looks like him. And is only an inch taller than me so it's
like Daniel Radcliff. Also I keep getting teased for
flirting with him like no.) This camp has been the longest consecutive
time I've been happy, productive, and interested (and apparently interesting)
HE GOES TO HOGWORTS GOD DANGIT YOU'RE TAKING ME WOMAN!
4: am currently awake building a model of a bacteriophage in the bathroom so to
not wake my roommate. Spelling, grammar, and rest is being sacrificed for the
pursuit of pathogens. Today, an embalmer came to talk to us, I awkward laughed
the whole time. Apparently the furnace is like a giant pizza oven "but for
dead people." Visited the allied health college galveston, ate 4 donuts,
then ran around the health museum. Can't stop thinking about the bacteria
breeding everywhere. I met the one kid in all the camps here who watches doctor
who, and promptly talked to him for 4 hours straight at the beach. We even got
stung by the same jellyfish in the span of 30 seconds. Got weird cred from the
counslers and him 'cuz I said physical pain is better than mental. That being
said, it still hurt like a mother. Got dragged into girl talk and am now being
drafted to seduce Harry Potter. Pre-med kids have weird girl talk, we all
approach it psychologically. Giving up on finishing my reports, it's all
illegible anyway. Welcome to med school...
X-rays from the allied health college. Lightbulb stuck up the ass and implants in an old lady.
Don't smoke kids. This pig smoked for years and looked at the black lungs compared to a happy healthy bacon pig.
I took a selfie so I can laugh at myself when actually in med school.
I'm fairly certain that getting stung ny a jelly fish and Harry Potter are not required parts of med school.
I'm guessing nobody had the balls to piss on the sting.
I did get some weird offers from a couple of little kids (one of the most
disturbing memories of my life) vinegar actually works. And they totally are.
5: electrophsdfghjkl lab everyone actually was successful. Wandered around
Galveston and got totally demolished in chess, but my Jaywalking friend picked
up on my soap opera so as he took my king said it was a gay love affair gone
wrong. Did our presentations, I volunteered to go first and did dumb jokes
about a subject that isn't funny at all. Apparently they appreciated me telling
hints of my own personal story along with the science of depression because I
won a trophy for best presentation.
A bunch of us including our teachers got into a 4 hour long game of apples to
apples, which got insanely odd. Seduced Harry Potter, now feel like Cho Chang.
And now, scary girl talk while I pack. Whoop! I legitimately start crying when
I think about how I'm leaving tomorrow.
I did it all by myself (no partner) and it turned out so good!