SarahK is making me think of bloggable things

Like this post, which reminds me of that time that Scott was at my apartment and in the bathroom (actually, I think he might have been in the shower) and I only have one bathroom, and I had to pee in a jar. Have I just shared too much?*

And on this, the most gigantonormous post I've ever seen, she says that FrankJ thinks that Lipitor sounds like an alien name - I told her that she should see the cancer chemotherapy drugs or immunopharmacology. When I was trying to study those, I felt like I was reading notes in Martian. Gemtuzamab? Mylotarg? "I am Gemtuzamab, from the planet Mylotarg!" Here's what I know about those drugs - doxyrubicin and daunorubicin cause cardiotoxicity (I know that because "rubor" means red, and hearts are red. Reddish.) I know that bleomycin causes pulmonary fibrosis because "bleo" sounds like "blow". And I know that vincristine and vinblastine are vinca alkaloids and that they inhibit microtubules and work during mitosis. (I know that one just because I randomly memorized it.) And that's pretty much all I know about that.

From that same post, someone is telling FrankJ that he looks 17 (heh) and won't tell poor SarahK that she looks young (I tell her that she looks like Kate Hudson - I hope that helps.) We went to lunch at Subway once last semester, and I had a photo album with pictures from our first year of medical school in the backseat of my car. Todd and Michael were sitting in the back (with Christy in the front) and Todd was flipping through the album. He goes, "Wow, everybody looks so much OLDER since we started school!" Christy and I get identical looks of horror.

Us: Todd!
Todd: What? I mean, ALL of us look older.
Me: Nope, that's not better. Not better at all.
Todd: I mean, I'm sorry. We ALL look older - but you guys, you look, uh ...
Me: Todd, never tell a woman she looks older.

To his credit, he did apologize approximately 1,037 times in the next 24 hours. And then there was that guy in Walmart that time, when I was trying to buy an R-rated DVD and got carded (heh). My license still said "under 21" even though I wasn't, and of course the weight was laughably wrong. So I said, "Oh, I'm not under 21 anymore - and that weight isn't right anymore either, ha ha!" Clueless cashier boy goes, "*I* didn't say that." Boo.

I wish I got thousands of hits like Rachel Lucas. Or even an almost-thousand like SarahK. But I just don't have enough time to blog regularly enough. Ugh.

I have had a horrible week, pancreas-wise. More on that later.

American Idol - meh. More on that later too.

* I sterilized the jar afterwards, obviously.