it’s just funny to me how much doctors like hearing themselves speak. we’re at the end of our scheduled time for this lecture, and the doctor is like, ‘can i take a few more minutes of your time?’ like, girl, what the fuck are we gonna say if the answer is no? you have a literal captive audience. there’s no way for us to say no. we’re prisoners in this place. you love hearing yourself speak, and you don’t respect our time—just say that!!!!

this morning, sitting on the toilet, i opened up an announcement in my email about how they have a “great set of lectures” scheduled for us... and some punitive stuff about how we need to get there promptly at 9am... and i felt that swell of indignation in my chest that is so characteristic of my time in med school... and right away, as soon as the feeling had come, it transformed into nostalgia. i was like, ‘damn, this is one of the last times i’ll ever get to feel this anger.... this is really something to be cherished and felt in its entirety.’

that was a moment, and now here i am having it again. i will have a lot more over the course of this month... but now she’s done, so it’s fine. here we go.