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Aug. 5th, 2015 01:06 pmI think I might be on a snipe hunt, but this particular snipe should exist, dammit. I'm looking for a list of clinical competencies in primary care for medical students. What I'm finding is lists of clinical competencies for practicing specialists in the framework of primary care, which is not what I want. (I also don't want a list of oral health competencies for primary care physicians; what I want is to help figure out which primary care competencies dental students should be concentrating on.) I feel a fit of stubborn coming on, because this information HAS to be out there somewhere, if I can just figure out which particular phrase Google wants in order to come up with the results I'm looking for.
Also feeling stubborn because, having gone to the PT evaluation this morning and got my shoulder poked and prodded and hauled back and forth and sideways and all like that there, OW. The tendon expresses its displeasure by hurting, and the muscles express theirs by tying knots in themselves. I can mostly ignore one or the other, but not both at once. New and different exercises, which are difficult enough to feel like I need them, and two PT appointments per week starting the week after next.
Yesterday was the first time I've experienced golf-ball-size hail. Usually when they say "damaging hail and strong winds" in Boston, it maybe rains a bit. Not this time. Hail and wind and rain and lightning and thunder and all. But not for very long, and after it blew through, the sun was out and the humidity had dropped considerably. Today there are bits of tree all over everywhere, and the Hairy Beasts didn't like the noise of a truck hauling a tree trunk up Union St last night. (I swear the trees in the seminary are staying upright out of habit.)
Generally speaking I have no use for Twitter, but the "fieldworkfail" hashtag is hysterical. Biologists get themselves into situations you would never even think were possible. My new yardstick for "worst day ever" is "Did I accidentally glue myself to a crocodile?"
There's too much week crammed into this week, despite the fact that the orthopedist canceled on me yesterday and I finally got decent sleep last night. If today wanted to be Friday, I wouldn't mind in the slightest. At least today I can go to the Chinese food truck, because the cafeteria has (yet again) read my mind and provided everything I don't want. They seem to be good at that this summer.
Also feeling stubborn because, having gone to the PT evaluation this morning and got my shoulder poked and prodded and hauled back and forth and sideways and all like that there, OW. The tendon expresses its displeasure by hurting, and the muscles express theirs by tying knots in themselves. I can mostly ignore one or the other, but not both at once. New and different exercises, which are difficult enough to feel like I need them, and two PT appointments per week starting the week after next.
Yesterday was the first time I've experienced golf-ball-size hail. Usually when they say "damaging hail and strong winds" in Boston, it maybe rains a bit. Not this time. Hail and wind and rain and lightning and thunder and all. But not for very long, and after it blew through, the sun was out and the humidity had dropped considerably. Today there are bits of tree all over everywhere, and the Hairy Beasts didn't like the noise of a truck hauling a tree trunk up Union St last night. (I swear the trees in the seminary are staying upright out of habit.)
Generally speaking I have no use for Twitter, but the "fieldworkfail" hashtag is hysterical. Biologists get themselves into situations you would never even think were possible. My new yardstick for "worst day ever" is "Did I accidentally glue myself to a crocodile?"
There's too much week crammed into this week, despite the fact that the orthopedist canceled on me yesterday and I finally got decent sleep last night. If today wanted to be Friday, I wouldn't mind in the slightest. At least today I can go to the Chinese food truck, because the cafeteria has (yet again) read my mind and provided everything I don't want. They seem to be good at that this summer.