I have to preface this with saying that I miss my Emmy and Matty Boy.  It isn't quite the same without them here, it seems like something is missing.  The house isn't as loud, there isn't as much food to cook, and there are less people the boat with.  They were my tubing buddies who for years I hauled on to Big Bertha, the tube.

I find myself asking that questions and still not believing I am going to be a Dr.  It is crazy to think about how much I have learned in medical school over the past year. Yet last night I was reminded how much I still don't know.  I volunteered to work at MedZou, the free clinic run by Mizzou medical students in Columbia.  As an M1/M2 you have the role of initially interviewing the patient.  I feel like I can handle that pretty well, still miss a few disease specific questions but hold me own (at least I think).  It is nicer now that the clinic flow pairs a M1/M2 interviewer with a M3/M4 student doctor.  You see in the third and forth yrs of school you are placed on clinical rotations so you actually are treating patients.  Don't worry there are fully trained doctors supervising and giving orders to ensure patient safety, most of the time.  By pairing interviewers with a student doctor we (M1s) get a bit of assistance and guidance if we forget to ask a question.  Also we get to go in and help with the physical exam.  It is a neat learning experience and there are a wide variety of people to meet.

For me closets and cars stir similar feelings.  Both require regular maintenance in order to serve their given purpose.  The maintenance light always seems to flash at  inconvenient time leading to the delayed service.  My closet for example, everything has its place so I can find what article of clothing or shoe I am looking for.  However, when it gets close to test week my clean laundry doesn't get placed in its proper spot leading to frustration and confusion when getting ready for school in the morning.  This ultimately leads me to either being late or throwing an outfit together that I am constantly worrying if my shirt is long enough.  

The same thing happens with a car, the smart mother board computer tells you that regular maintenance is due (even though you just had it serviced) so you call the car place to have them explain how to turn the computer off.  After trying to figure it out I realized I didn't have the "right touch" it needed.  No big deal I can live with the light but crap now I am out of windshield fluid.  No big deal I have the gallon of fluid that I can refill it with.  Of course I put that off to until I am driving down the road and can't see out my windshield because it is frosted over.  I guess I shouldn't have put that off.

Another aspect that both share is that you can only trust certain people to care for your closet and car.  When it comes to my closet, I love my mother to death but please leave my closet alone.  Furthermore I would never in a million years want her to go into my closet and clean it out.  I don't know why it matters to me so much but I kind of go crazy when she tells me "we are going to clean out your closet today."  I revert back to the 5 yr old throwing a hissy fit in the grocery isle when I am told I can't have M and M's.  Cleaning out my closet is something I dread, I don't mind throwing things out or getting rid of things I don't need.  It is just something about the set goal of getting rid of X number of articles of clothes from my closet that sets me off.

As far as cars go you really can't just trust anyone either to fix your car.  I guess I have gullible written all over my forehead when I walk into a car place to get my oil change or my emissions test or to get the steering checked.  It seems that unless I go to this one car repair place in good ol' Wash MO I end of getting screwed.  They changed the oil but didn't check the tires.  They checked the emissions but your breaks are need to be replaced.  How am I suppose to know the insides of a car, the human body is enough to learn.

Hmm I guess that is what Dads, brothers, and boyfriends are for....Meg

Yes I have again found myself in the passenger seat on the wonderful roads of Missouri. It is 11pm as Ad and I venture home to Wash MO after watching Conan’s first night on the Tonight Show.  Conan makes me chuckle and I will probably watch him if I am up but I am still a Jay fan.  However, to be honest I probably won’t watch Jay at his new time.  Hopefully I will have other things to do.

I did block out time to watch The Bachelorette tonight with Charlotte, a guy in my medical school class’s wife.  They just got married about 2 wks ago and I am really excited that they live down the street from me.  It was just a 5 minute walk and I was there.  I can’t explain my attachment to the show but I get sucked in.  It is like when the movie A Few Good Men or The Fugitive is on TBS, you find yourself watching it while the DVD is next to you on the self and you have seen it 20+ times.

True love via a reality TV show is a concept I don’t think works for most people.  Occasionally there is a lucky couple who fall in love and end up happily ever after.  That is due to luck more than anything else.  The reality shows I guess give the opportunity to meet people somewhat like a bar, it is just makes me wonder what type of people you are recruiting for the shows.  How do you know they are there for the right reasons, do you really have enough time to get to know them, do they like you or is it the helicopter ride over Hawaii and the dinner on the beach that makes the night so special?  I’m a skeptic.