Wednesday, November 23, 2005

yummy meatless wonders

i have been so hungry lately. i've been trying to come with new things to eat...something different from pasta or microwave meals.

today i made vegetarian meatball subs. they were so frigging good. this is all it took, and i did it the lazy way:
-marinara sauce (from the bottle) heated up on the stove
-add prepackaged vegan meatballs to sauce
-toast some sub sandwich bread with mozarella cheese to melt it
-add some parmesean cheese to the pasta sauce/vegan meatball mix
-put 4-5 meatballs on the sub, add some more parmesean cheese to the top and eat.

it takes 5 minutes and it's so good. yum

i also made vegetarian picadillo a couple weeks ago when my mom was here. picadillo is a cuban dish. it's a tomato-based dish with ground beef and veggies that you eat over rice with topped with a fried egg. it's so easy and good. you just substitute soy ground beef in there and leave the egg off if you so choose. we made salad and fried platanos too. it was off the hook.

i'm going to try to make my veggie tibetan mo mos for thanksgiving tomorrow so we'll see how that works out. damn my life consists of eating and sleeping. it's a bit ridiculous.


Tuesday, November 22, 2005

jumbee

looks like someone's already cornered the market on jumbee...oh well, we missed our chance.


  • Jumbee
  • Wednesday, November 16, 2005

    the interview scoop

    so it's november and snowing and i'm sitting in the computer lab at the hospital on call. i'm having deja-vu of my 3rd year medicine rotation. only it feels more pavlovian...like when cancer patients get nauseated when they smell that hospital smell. i mean, the association isn't quite as bad, and i shouldn't compare my medicine clerkship to having cancer cause, clearly there is no comparison. but, it was boring and painful, which is what i am re-experiencing at this moment.

    anyway, so since my last post on interviews, i have gotten a couple more. i'm taking a mini vacation down to the DIRTY DIRTY south to check out these programs. so far, here are the stats:
    applied: 68
    interviews: 6
    rejections: 36

    one of my peeps in OSA thinks i should either apply to more schools or consider another specialty. i don't like either of those options. that's what happens when you do poorly on a single test. isn't that shit amazing? i am just always so amazed how much weight those things are given. it's stupid.

    so i'm going to baltimore, new orleans, mobile, alabama, lexington, ky, morgantown, west virginia, UIC, and shreveport lousiana. yee-haw! i'll be a country music lover before you know it!

    god, i am so bored i'm actually crying. you know when you yawn so much from boredom that you cry? yeah, that's me right now.

    the library closes in an hour and after that i don't know where i'll go to pass the time. maybe i'll cuddle up with one of my patients. haha.

    maybe not.

    Tuesday, November 15, 2005

    quote from "Commander in Chief"

    revenge is the weak pleasure of a narrow mind

    the pool

    i just started my internal medicine sub-i, which i have been dreading because i loathe internal medicine. dipti and i are now at the same hospital which makes life so much more enjoyable. she cracks me up cause she plays this little game...counting how many brown folks she is surrounded by at any given time. so we'll be in an elevator or a hallway or whatever and she'll look at me and just say "six," or "three". no one else knows what the hell she is talking about, but i absolutely want to just piss my pants whenever she does this. it's hilarious.

    anyway, we were walking to the hospital on my first day, discussing how we had both forgotten what it was really like to kiss someone. i sarcastically said that i hoped i would have an insanely hot resident that i could hook-up with in the call room. we both laughed at the possibility. we parted ways at the door, me going through "orientation" and dipti heading up to the wards to meet her team. i got my little badge and pager and resident list. i was ready to go. i paged the chief resident who i would be working with and he told me to meet him on the 8th floor. i went up there and as i rounded the corner, nursing station in front of me, i saw this hot hot white boy in scrubs. i wasn't wearing my contacts, which i should do if i want to see beyond 10 feet in front of me, but i could tell he had the most amazing blue eyes i have ever seen (bit of an exageration). i'm not a big-time believer in god or a higher power, but as i looked at him i said a little prayer "please god, let that be my resident". just as i thought that he stood up, looked at me and said "are you amy?"

    holy shit, i was so excited. anyway, long story short, my chief resident is hot, and really nice. to make things more exciting, i think he would totally go for me. so this morning i was trying to chat it up with him...see what i could dig up.

    he snowboards and surfs, was a division I tennis player who took a year off after college to play pro tennis in south africa. he travels and is super athletic. we have all these similar interests so i was thinking how i could totally work this. bad news is i got turned off when he told me that he goes to pharm dinners so that he can drink all the free booze he wants and "get tanked". we also got on the subject of language and he told me that he needs to learn spanish but hasn't wanted to because he gets really annoyed when people don't know speak english. that was a big red "i'm a republican" flag. despite the fact that he is perhaps the hottest man i have seen in months and that he is outdoorsy and possibly likes me, i was completely turned off by his young republican, frat boy, ultra american vibe. and maybe he's not a republican, and maybe he just said the drinking thing to sound cool, but i was unimpressed.

    so i was thinking how it's going to be really hard to find someone i'm attracted to, that likes to do some of the same things as me, that is also a non-binge drinker. maybe it's just the dating pool in the midwest that sucks, i don't know. it wasn't very encouraging.

    i'm unimpressed with the pool, but still riding the wave of this hot man flirting with me constantly.

    on another note, i think i'm getting sick...i've got that feverish, hot behind the eyeballs thing going on. i hope i fight it off cause i have two interviews this week. am going to try to rest.

    Sunday, November 13, 2005

    dreams

    it's late and i'm somewhere in between dreams...and i was thinking about colors.

    i had this dream last night which is still fresh on my mind, the way something beautiful is fresh on the mind. it's bundled up in th same part of my memory that holds actual events so it makes me wonder what, in fact, is real. and i don't want to get all "waking life" about this cause i REALLY don't like that movie...too much philosophizing.

    i was just wondering about this one scene. i was sitting on a boat dock...actually on the deck of a large white, shimmering sailboat. i was standing there dressed in nothing but the wind. and i wasn't naked or anything, i just remember feeling slightly chilled, but actually wearing the breeze that floats by. it all made sense. it was dusk and the sky was such an incredible color. the sky was the color of love. it really was. it can only be desribed with temperature and emotion and this baked pasta type smell. that color ecompassed everything. and there were little triangular sails in the distance that matched the color of the boat deck i was standing on. they all pointed in the same direction like a weather-vane, and all moved like paper on a clean surface in a calculated, angled vector like the arrows you draw in physics lab. 4 blocks down and 2 to the right. and that sky was absolutely magical and blended and priceless. it was like the perfect fruit smoothie whose ingredients can never again be exactly re-created.

    it replays in my head, but each time the picture of it gets dimmer and dimmer and dimmer. and i want to open my eyes wider and wider and turn a light on to see it better but the more i try the more it fades because somehow trying to shed light on it makes it disappear. it's only a shadow, a mere outline and a memory at this point. but it's still so beautiful and i want to do something to remind me of it again. i want to run to jamba juice and order a mango orange pineapple strawberry shake so that maybe the conconction inside the cup will be a similar color. i want to cook something up that has the flavor of that memory. i want to embrace someone so that it feels the same.

    dreams are so wierd...they make you long for things you didn't even know existed.

    going back to sleep now.

    Friday, November 11, 2005

    birthday weekend and random pictures

    these are some of my favorite pictures from the last few months:

    amy as surgeon in Bolivia



    the girls reflected in the chicago BEAN during birthday weekend


    scenic car in the california zephyr somewhere in Utah. we made this car home for 3 days




    my peeps in Bolivia





    this is dipti and rohun taking a bath in the new house in cali









    ami's pumpkin in japan













    me, sheila and dipti for birthday weekend outside the museum of science and industry







    my boys and dipti at the white sox game last summer






    me and sheila chowing down at sultan's market in chicago...i'm eating a falafel sandwich and sheila has the lentil soup. best cheap eats in chicago...i'm hungry just thinking about it.

    do people change?

    the ever-puzzling question: can people change? not just change little things, for instance, food tastes or clothing styles or whatever, but big things like values. if a person cheats on his partner of many years can he ever have a lasting relationship where he won't cheat? if a person abuses drugs or alcohol can he/she ever exist in a world where substance abuse doesn't create problems in life? if a person grows up with racist ideas and exclusive attitudes can they really grow to accept all others as equals? can people change the framework in which they were raised or the things they, long ago, defined as what was right and just?

    i guess i'm thinking about this because of the movie i just watched, "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind." if you haven't seen it, i'm about to give away the punchline so stop reading. essentially these two people meet and have a relationship. things go sour and they break up. one of them is so haunted by their relationship and so eager to move on that she has all memories of her ex-boyfriend erased using some strange brain-altering medical technique. they boyfriend finds out and decides to erase her as well. in the process of erasing, he realizes he wants to keep memories of her, and that the two of them still have a chance. but it's too late and when the process is done they have both forgotten one another.

    however, history repeats itself and the two find each other post memory ablation and immediately are drawn back into the same pattern only now a disgruntled and guilty employee of the institution where they had the procedure done has sent them evidence of what has happened...namely audio tapes of them talking about what they didn't like about each other. this ends up being creepy for both and they get scared and wierded-out. in the last scene, they have heard the worst thoughts each of them ever had about each other at the sourest points in their relationship...all the dirty below-the-belt shit. so, they decide to separate for good, only to have one of those scenes where one goes running after the other in a melodramatic way to save whatever they have at the last moment.

    dipti and i argue about what happens next. the man pleads that they try to start over and the woman's expression says that she wants to but she relates her fears that she will end up hating him just as she did before. and he says something like "o.k." and they stand staring at each other in the hallway.

    i think they decide to try to get back together with this hindsight, knowing that they already know the worst parts of their relationship, the absolute worst things they can think of each other. with hindsight everything can be o.k. and they are already prepared to deal and adapt to each other.

    dipti thinks they acknowledge that history will only repeat itself and people inevitably will react in a similar way to similar things so knowing that part of someone's personality will be hurtful to you later doesn't mean that they're going to adjust, rather that it will just hurt again.

    i always thought the end of the movie sucked cause it implied that they got back together and worked things out and i basically thought that was crap and totally unrealistic. after watching it a second time, i think dipti's take might be right...that they don't actually get back together, or they do and things end up shitty again. that, to me, is more believable. because i don't think people change who they are at the core. i think people essentially stay the same. we evolve and grow, but who we are never changes. personality isn't pliable, unless you are an extraordinary person who works incredibly hard at changing. and i think something incredible - either good or bad - has to happen to create the right conditions for that change....like death or something.

    phew. that's just my take. i know it's a glass-half-empty perspective, but i have had proof in life to make me feel this way so it's hard for me to believe otherwise. deep down i want to trust that people can change, but i just don't think it happens very often. i think we all spend too much time hoping that people will grow up or change into the people we think they should be. the truth is, most people are pretty satisfied with who they are. they are mature enough to reason through their decisions, and even when there are negative consequences people will stand beside their own judgment and trust their own intuition a hell of a lot more than they will trust yours. this happens despite outcome.

    in the context of relationships and love two people either work together and grow together in a healthy way or they don't. things aren't always good, but the way in which you deal with them, the way in which resolve conflict dictates how you work together on a more global level. to me, that is love. love is realizing your limitations and not making those the highlight of your relationship. highlight the good stuff.

    i'm tired and think i will mindlessly watch some bad friday night television.

    Wednesday, November 09, 2005

    friend blog list description

    i figured out how to put these blogs as links on my page, but wanted to include descriptions of who these people are.

    delpots - one of my best friends from college. she is the most kick-ass person in the world. smart, funny, talented, politically active. i want to be her when i grow up. check out her website for info on her House Concert series in Chicago which is the coolest venue I have ever been to for live music.

    dipti - my best friend from medical school...the originator or my online blogging. one of the best writers, poets, thinkers and friends i have ever known. her blog is always entertaining.

    sheila - never updates her journal, but i love her and i love it when she writes. she's an awesome poet too.

    dietzer - one of my best friends from summer camp. hails from new orleans and is having to deal with the devastation there first hand. when things aren't so depressing she is the funniest, wittiest person i know. she writes just how she talks and i always bust my gut reading things from her

    the other 4 are friends of dipti's who blog and who are awesome.

    red, white and blue

    i'm not talking about the stars and stripes, but of the range of colors i have seen on the other side of the drape these last few weeks on my anesthesia rotation. looking at someone's cheeks is more telling that i ever would have thought.

    yesterday we put an obese man w/ long history of smoking to sleep. we paralyzed him, and then tried to bag him (ventilate his lungs with a bag mask and some oxygen). his neck was so fat that we couldn't. in the 30 seconds or so it took the anesthesiologist to get the plastic tube and laryngoscope ready, he desaturated down from high 90s into the low 60s. his blood went from holding 90% of the oxygen he breathed to holding only 60%. most people don't desaturate that quickly, but when you're a smoker, your lungs are already so irritated and damaged that they can't tolerate much.

    his face turned pale pale blue. good thing she got the tube in, because if not, he could have died. we couldn't ventilate him so unless we get that tube in, he has no way to breathe because he has already been paralyzed.

    i've never seen that color blue.

    red was a woman (also a smoker) who was coughing so hard that her face couldn't help but flush. apparently this is a typical response for smokers because there lungs are so irritated. she was beet red. she struggled so much with the coughing that she ended up biting her tongue and bleeding all over the place.

    white was the woman who went into laryngeal spasm. the back of your neck/mouth area is the larynx. when that part is traumatized, there are muscles that can contract so much that you can't relax enough to get air in.

    we tried 4-5 times before we reversed the spasm. she was choking and coughing and struggling for air. like she was drowning it looked so horrible. and struggling just makes the spasm worse. but it's so hard to tell someone to relax when they can't breath.


    her face was so blanched. she was the first person i tried to intubate. i tried twice and couldn't get it. i think it was my multiple attempts that irritated her larynx and made her spasm. the ER resident said it probably wasn't my fault, she was a smoker too and that increases the risk for spasm. i don't know, my bet would be that putting a big metal object and a tube down her throat numerous times is more likely to cause irritation than smoking. it felt awful to have contributed to her pain. i have been more careful and much less aggressive since.

    i can't get these faces out of my head. it's haunting trying to control someone't breathing...the very thing that gives people everything they need. blood can be replaced, injuries can be patched up, but you lose an airway and you're completely screwed. and it all happens so fast. people have no idea the extent to which they really entrust doctors with their lives. it really is remarkable.

    the anesthesiologist i worked with today is totally racist so sometimes it's hard to hold my tongue. despite that she is an excellent teacher and incredibly smart. she said something today that i wanted to write down, it's nothing original, but it just resonated with me today:

    "never trust anyone to do something for you. never trust anyone but yourself; sometimes it's difficult enough simply to trust yourself, that's difficult enough."

    Tuesday, November 08, 2005

    inspiration a la jennifer aniston

    in between cases today at the hospital i was watching "good morning america" or one of those other morning shows. jennifer aniston was on and i walked in just at the moment where she was explaining how her break-up with brad pitt wasn't anything like a soap opera and how amazed she is that everyone wants it to be that way. when the host asked her, rather condescendingly , "how are you doing?" she said that she was doing great. and this part i remember. she said:
    "considering i didn't lose a child in war or a home and family in a terrible natural disaster, i think i'm doing pretty well. the heart heals."

    i was so impressed by her because she seemed so grounded for a famous person. she seemed sick of all of the attention and all of the talk about her and brad pitt. it's crazy how someone with such a high-profile relationship can put ordinary relationships in perspective. cause if she can move on despite all of the plastered pictures of her ex-husband and another woman, it makes that task seem more simple.

    jennifer aniston on point.
    a nice thing to watch.

    Tuesday, November 01, 2005

    from "Nowhere in Africa"

    just watching a german movie, and this line struck me.

    "one person always loves more, that's what makes it so difficult. and the one that loves more is always more vulnerable."