On the radio, no one can see you blushWell I'm back in Wellington after 4 months away. It feels like a lifetime. I had a great time doing general practice, and after my 8 weeks of doing GP, I feel really keen to go down that route. And of course letting me do community focussed things and perhaps inner-city mission in the future.
Unfortunately Cardiology was a shock this morning spending all day pre-admitting patients for angioplasty. Basically asking the same 20-30 questions and repeating the same exam making sure they're fit for surgery. Still the underlying fear exists that I've missed something really obvious and that someone else should really check after me. Meeeehhh.
Any who, I was listening to the radio this morning (at 6:40!)debating whether to leave my nice warm bed for a rather cold room. I was kinda listening to the radio and they had one of those "play the lyrics to a different tune" in this case "Nick's amazing accordion game!" Anyway, I heard the song (Why does it always rain on me?- by Travis)and no one called, so I did.
More FM guys: "Hey Brendan, you calling up for Nick's amazing accordion game?"
Me: Yep.
MFG: Well, we'd like to chat first. What's something interesting about you?
Me: Um (laughter in the back ground)
At this point I was like "Don't say you're a med student. You always have to say you're a med student. Think of something witty!"
Unfortunately my brain being cold and only in 6:40am engagement could only come up with
Me: I'm a med student. (Dooooh!)
MFG: Oh, um, so you're into some interesting drugs huh?
Me (not hearing the question properly, or not being able to comprehend- either way, sounding really spaced out): Um, yeah.
MFG: Anyway, great well the answer was...
Me: Why does it always rain on me?
MFG:By?
Me: Why does it always...
MFG: No by
Me: Oh, by Travis
MFG: Hahahaha, well done, you got there in the end... Hey Nick...
So yeah, 5 minutes of only slightly alert fame. Least I got some coffee out of it. And a whole lot more answers in hindsight to "something interesting about me".
Dang it.
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