| to everyone in the path of hurricane rita -- be safe, hope everything works out ok.
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| hehe this is my mom's email to my sister who just started her freshman year of college about what courses to take:
I always can put in my 2 cent's advice,
daddy can put in his 5 cent's advice,
and Diana can put in her 10 cent's advice.
wow I my advice is worth a whole TEN cents :)
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| it's been quite a month. I thought that since this is sort of my
first summer "off" from doing research work from 8-5, I would have such
a carefree summer, but i feel like i've changed in the past month.
my dog has diabetes. i never would have thought that a dog could
get diabetes, but i guess now that i think about it. why not?
they're just like humans, they can get cancer, they can go deaf, why
not diabetes? so now we have to measure his glucose levels
everyday and give him insulin shots twice a day which he hates getting
and I hate having to giving to him, but he has to get them! to
make matters worse, this whole thing isn't cheap. insulin for
dogs costs more than human insulin apparently, and then there's the
glucose strips and syringes...it all adds up and my dad doesn't think
it's worth it. he said that to my face, a dog isn't worth it. i
thought by now after 10 years, that he was more like another member of
the family, not just a pet. but i guess not. my dad actually
wanted to talk about putting him to sleep! i mean what the?
he's not about to die, he's not suffering, he's just a little sick and
he deserves to be given a freaking chance anyways, moving
on.
I now volunteer twice a week at the Ronald McDonald House in TX
Children's Hospital and twice a week at another hospital downtown. It's
fun because I get to play with the kids and talk to people, but I'm
beginning to wonder if I am emotionally stable enough to handle being a
doctor(especially pediatrics). A little girl on my floor died of
leukemia yesterday. And I know she isn't the first or the last,
but I sort of got to know her and even if it was only one month and
only twice a week, I still feel like -- man that's so unfair. She
was only 8. She wanted to be a fashion designer, so we would look
through "Glamour" and "Instyle" magazines and she would tell me her
ideas and stuff... When I told her I go to school in NY, she got all
excited and said she wanted to move there when she grew up. I didn't
have the heart to explain to her that Ithaca is not the fashion capital
of America. I saw her parents afterwards and I wondered if I
should go up to them and say something, but then I realized -- what the
hell can I say? Nothing I do or say will make them feel
better.
And in regards to the London attacks yesterday, my aunt was
actually in London at the time, I think her flight was supposed
to leave that morning or something, we didn't hear from her all
day because it was crazy trying to contact people and no one could get
through to her. finally last night we got a call and she's fine,
but man I guess it's true that you never really know when something
like this might happen.
whew...that's it for now
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| i was just digging through old picture stashes instead of studying...so in the belated spirit of halloween, here's some pics:
an innocent kitty gets attacked!
me and nitin:0]
bonnie and clyde:)
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| KRISPY KREMES!!! $6 a dozen!
you know you want some...
and you support BASE! you can't lose! :0]!!
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