SLAP.

Apparently thats what I am suspected to have. No, I didn’t offend anyone. Not that I know of anyway. Lame. Haha. Well, I probably should be more precise. SLAP tear, where SLAP stands for Superior Labrum from Anterior to Posterior. Haha cool name huh. One wonders whether medical students have nothing better to do, coming up with names like this. But oh well, I guess cool people just gotta have cool injuries with even cooler names to match. Haha.

Oh and the chief clerk’s being an arse. My medical status is obviously out and that idiot insists that it isn’t. My ‘sources’ or ‘source’ for that matter tells me it is in the middle of her inbox; right smack in the middle of 80-plus unread emails. How’s that for S-L-A-C-K man? Oh and my ‘source’ happened to chance upon it when she was out on one of her regular 1-plus hour lunch jaunts. The woman didn’t even bother to lock her computer. Says a lot eh.

Oh and I have found something meaningful to do! Read this magazine people. The Atlantic. It’s fabulous! Or as fabulous as anything can get when you’re like stuck in a computer lab from 8 to 530 everyday. And its FREE! Bah. Certain stories in the fiction issues really hit home though. Damn you pencil.

I picked up a new book: Penguin’s poems for life. Seemed like a cool collection, its holding up so far. I feel a rough patch coming. Someone(s) getting jaded? I don’t know. Ahh well. Lastly.. Today was just wonderful.=)

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