questionable admission

Just a 20something year old writing about her (mostly) medical misadventures.

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You know what would make me happy? Coming home everyday to you... [thinks about PGY1 & PGY2 years] Uh, actually... I mean, waiting for you to come home to me.

Kevin

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I would never die for you. But I might die because of you.

my boyfriend

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you're short, because if there was any more wen hui, the universe couldn't handle it

my boyfriend

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE oysters.

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THESE THINGS ARE SO GOOD!!!!!!!

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just got back from China

I had a dream that I was Katniss Everdeen, but the only Katniss-y thing I had to do was choose between Peeta and Gale. Interestingly, though awake me is staunchly pro-Peeta, I chose Gale, which prompted dream-Peeta to write me a nastygram about how Gale was an unskilled laborer and had no career prospects, complete with a stick-figure picture of me and Gale falling off a cliff “into an abyss of debt.”

Not cool, Peeta. Not cool.

Then I dreamt my teeth started falling out.

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hey guess what guys

GUESS WHO’S GONNA BE DONE WITH SECOND YEAR IN 48 HOURS?

THIS GIRL, BETCHES.

One more 24-hour call and I can throw my pager in the toilet. BRING IT, CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL.

[shittywatercolour]

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ahhhhh, you changed your layout! It looks nice!

thank you :D I hope you're recovering okay from your surgery!

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W: My kind have a very high divorce rate. Did you know that?

Kevin: We're never getting divorced.

W: Awww... how do you know that?

K: Because we're never getting married.

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what everyone level I trauma patient thinks of wen hui

W: Hello sir, my name is Wen Hui and I'm a resident physician on the Trauma team. We've actually met before, when you were in the ER last week, but you might not remember...

P: I only remember three things: there were bright lights, the nurses grabbed my arms and were sticking them, and your voice. You have a very distinct voice.

W: My voice?

P: Yeah, I don't recognize you because you had a mask on, but you were hovering over me, screaming.

W: What was I screaming?

P: I don't really remember. I think everyone was talking to me, and you wanted to make sure that I only paid attention to you.

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recent events

As someone who lives in St. Louis and has worked ER nights since the Ferguson decision was released, this video is 50% very uncomfortable and 50% totally hilarious.

How was your weekend? Spent it holding a fireplace poker and protecting my property, so why don’t we skip the chitchat?

Use the whole damn egg!

[The internet is not the place to air my opinions on the events leading up to this, nor do they have anything to do with my job…]

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recent firsts

I took step 3 (my last USMLE licensing exam). On the way, I got my first speeding ticket. I half-heartedly asked for a warning instead, but really, I was thinking, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP OFFICER I NEED TO GET TO MY EXAM. And despite getting a ticket, I still arrived on time.

"The problem is, Wen Hui, I am 6' 2". And you are not. How many steps are you standing on right now? Can someone bring her another one?" And thus began the first time I operated while standing on 3 steps. (Each one is about 4-6" high). LOL.

"You know, when H had that problem she just wadded up kleenexes and stuffed them up her nose. When she took off her mask, I was like, whoa, but actually it's a brilliant idea." I have a runny nose, which is gross, because I had essentially coated the inside of my OR mask with snot. Which is why I operated all day yesterday with wadded up paper towels stuck up my nose (like rhino rockets!). Surprisingly effective.

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the music video is surprisingly well done

I heard this song while driving back to my house from the hospital at 2am. Depressed by the fact that I had just left the hospital at 7pm, had gone back at 1am, and would have to be back again at 6:30am, this song had me feeling pretty pumped. It's catchy. It has a great hook and a big sound, a la Journey love ballads from the 1980s. And it felt like a great anthem to get my sleep-deprived ass safely back home.

But then a few seconds into the chorus, it hit me. This... really sounds like... that one teeny bopper boy band from the UK that I like to make fun of... What's their name again?

Then I started listening to the lyrics:

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me

There are 7 billion people in the world, my friends. And your girlfriend does not belong to you, fool. Me does not rhyme with away, even if you have a British accent. Asinine lyrics? Modern day BSB? Must be One Direction. I quickly became indignant at being tricked into liking a One Direction song. Then I sped home and fell asleep.

Not gonna lie though, I'm still listening to it.

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in which I am proposed to

K: I was watching other people play videogames and I think you fell asleep. Then I asked you to marry me.

W: What did I say?

K: Yes.

W: ...

K: Then I asked you if you were sleeping.

W: What did I say?

K: No. But then I asked you to turn off the light in the refrigerator. And you said okay. And that's how I knew you were still sleeping.

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W: Sweetie, what's a fun fact about me that I can put on the Wash U Gen Surg website?

K: That you got quarantined for tuberculosis [as an intern]?

W: Sweetie, that's not appropriate.

K: That you can sleep for 24h/day if undisturbed?

W: ...

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K: I got $170 paypal dollars from selling stuff online!

W: What did you do with it?

K: Well, I thought about it... I thought about buying you an Appa plushie... or donating it all to charity. Guess what I did?

W: Yay! You bought me an Appa!

K: No! I donated it to a math class in Maine!

W: ...