Ahh-- I'm getting discouraged. The insurance company called and said they won't let me see the neuro-ophthalmologist until I see an ophthalmologist again. A different one. They want a second opinion. They don't believe me. I was supposed to schedule an appointment last week, but I sat there staring at the number wondering why they wanted waste my time and money so that they could believe that my eyesight is weird. I still see it. It's not so opaque anymore, but it's still there-- the fact that it's still there is what worries Dr. Preston. Sure, it's not super stark and obvious and it's not in my way as much except for some days where it gets bad (usually because I'm tired), but it's there.
I'll man up and set up the appointment sometime this week. I'm still thinking about this even though I know what the answer already is. I have two tests this week though, so I'd rather be thinking about something else.
I showed the neurologist the painful, itchy, pus-filled bumps that appear on the skin where my finger joins are sometime, and he said, "It's noives!" He smiled at me, and I was confused. "Haven't you heard that before? Noives! I had a patient come in before and say, 'Doc, my noives are bothering me!" I laughed nervously but I wasn't really sure how to react. He then straightened up and said, "However, I'm no dermatologist-- so you should probably get that looked at too."
Hmmm.
Something interesting! Today, Vinh asked me how many years do I have left in this house. I've always assumed that I'd purposefully go to a med school or grad school that I could commute to when I get in due to the costs. My dad wants me to get into a program that will repay my debt-- I've heard of one from Dr. Goode. If you do research for the government, every year you do research erases one year of med school debt. My dad insists on one that his friends did twenty years ago-- every year you work in a specific ER they assign you to, one year of med school debt is erased. I'm not sure if that one still exists. I have to ask about it.
My interview at Hoag is in two weeks. Yikes.
It made me think about how there really is a possibility that in two years, I won't be home anymore. I'll really go to whatever school takes me. I'm open to living in other places, and there's a chance that I won't have much of a choice in the first place anyway. I hope I can get in. Vinh doesn't have much faith in me, and then other times he has too much faith in me. It's confusing. I wanted to buy some new furniture for my room, but Vinh is right that if I'll be gone in two years anyway it might be a worthwhile investment in the end. I could just continue using the dinky old furniture. It won't be pretty, but it'll function.
I think I'll clean my room some more and then get ready for tomorrow!
I'll man up and set up the appointment sometime this week. I'm still thinking about this even though I know what the answer already is. I have two tests this week though, so I'd rather be thinking about something else.
I showed the neurologist the painful, itchy, pus-filled bumps that appear on the skin where my finger joins are sometime, and he said, "It's noives!" He smiled at me, and I was confused. "Haven't you heard that before? Noives! I had a patient come in before and say, 'Doc, my noives are bothering me!" I laughed nervously but I wasn't really sure how to react. He then straightened up and said, "However, I'm no dermatologist-- so you should probably get that looked at too."
Hmmm.
Something interesting! Today, Vinh asked me how many years do I have left in this house. I've always assumed that I'd purposefully go to a med school or grad school that I could commute to when I get in due to the costs. My dad wants me to get into a program that will repay my debt-- I've heard of one from Dr. Goode. If you do research for the government, every year you do research erases one year of med school debt. My dad insists on one that his friends did twenty years ago-- every year you work in a specific ER they assign you to, one year of med school debt is erased. I'm not sure if that one still exists. I have to ask about it.
My interview at Hoag is in two weeks. Yikes.
It made me think about how there really is a possibility that in two years, I won't be home anymore. I'll really go to whatever school takes me. I'm open to living in other places, and there's a chance that I won't have much of a choice in the first place anyway. I hope I can get in. Vinh doesn't have much faith in me, and then other times he has too much faith in me. It's confusing. I wanted to buy some new furniture for my room, but Vinh is right that if I'll be gone in two years anyway it might be a worthwhile investment in the end. I could just continue using the dinky old furniture. It won't be pretty, but it'll function.
I think I'll clean my room some more and then get ready for tomorrow!
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