Most Depressing Presentation... Ever

I'm talking to the bigwigs tomorrow about suicidality in children. Whee! I just did a run-through, and it took 35 minutes (it's supposed to be 20 minutes). Oy. I mean, it's plenty disorganized in some parts, so it could really stand to have some dead weight cut out, but that's a lot of work. So I'm sticking my head in the sand and watching "Nip/Tuck." I'll go back to the work in a little while.

I'm thinking of including the following lyrics from Eminem's "My Name Is":

Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

and maybe:

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head
I'm steamin mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had

I can't tell whether they'd find it hilarious or horrifying that I know these lyrics.

Domination

The Red Sox are CRUSHING the Rockies, and I rejoice. LAbro pointed out to me both the unfeeling Aryan nature of the Rockies, and also that they've gotten success out of proportion to their quality as a team. So it is indeed a pleasure to see the stuffing get knocked out of them. 9-1 in the bottom of the 5th! I will hopefully be watching tomorrow night's game with a true Red Sox fan, my college friend's fiance, in Boston.

The reason I'll be in Boston is that I'm going to the AACAP conference (american academy of child and adolescent psychiatrists) tomorrow through Saturday. I love fourth year, that gives me the flexibility to go to this thing spontaneously, and Yale, that suggests that I go in the first place.

Breaking the Silence, Briefly

I bought a digital camera and have a couple pics of the inpatient unit I want to post, but for some reason I've been feeling too busy to take the camera out and get the pictures. I still love it, but I'm starting to get tired of all the intellectual stimulation. Glaaaaaze.

Make It Work.

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She Was All Up On Me Screaming, "Yale!"

I'm at Yale for a rotation in child psychiatry. I love it. I'm not sure I'll go into child psych, as I do like adult psych as well, but this rotation is fabulous. The attendings are brilliant and nice, and most importantly, committed to teaching. The residents (actually, "fellows") are all super-cool. The kids are great, too. Not without their problems, of course, but still pretty lovable.

Tonight I went for a walk around Yale. I wanted some exercise, but I didn't feel safe running around New Haven, so I walked around the undergrad campus. I loved it. Just walking past Starbucks or Atticus, or the warmly glowing Saybrook common room, and seeing the students ensconced in their Yale sweatshirts, heads bowed over papers and books, made me jealous. Or walking on Old Campus, with the windows full of dorm stuff and a bunch of frat boys parading down onto the main quad, shouting, "SAE! SAE!" Heh, as I walked out there was one guy leading a blindfolded guy in a suit down High Street.

But as much as I envied the students, I was also happy to walk a few blocks away from the campus to my apartment, and back into the real world. I like being an adult, too.

Oh, and by the way, I did hear the Usher song on my radio as I was walking, and smiled to myself as I thought of the post title.

Huzzah

I took Step 2 CK today! I don't think I did very well, but at least it's over, and that's the important part.