My laptop got stole a while ago, and I could not figure out how to log back on this page. My life as a chiropractic student is too precious to forget, so here I am again!

Today is the Day 2 of the second quarter (wow, I went through the first quarter without writing anything down about the experience . . .). The reality of being back school after 3 weeks of busy vacation keeps slapping right in my face, but I’m getting the hang of it.

Today’s favorite moment was in the palpation class. We were learning how to evaluate postures of patients. As usual, we took turns to play the patient for classmates to practice. My turn came. I’ve been practicing heated yoga for years, so I was confident I had a good posture. Guys said my head is even – a good start. They my right shoulder is a little lower – normal given I’m right-handed. Then, the discussion about whether my upper body was rotated to right – scapulae are this, rhomboids are that, upper extremities are rotated this way, the neck is that way. One of them goes, “I think her pants are rotated.” The other two agree – I suffer from right rotational pant malposition!

Once we all settled that my jeans are rotated slightly, the discussion begins again – they thought my upper body was rotated slightly to the right. Still thinking that I have a great posture, I offered to change the direction so that the light would change. Justin told me, “It’s not the light. It’s you.”

I never knew my upper body was rotated to the right. Or that my right scapula was sticking out more (I thought the left side was). Or that my left knee is more medially rotated than the right (I thought the left was). Or that my right gastrocnemius and soleus are more developed than the left. I also have flat feet and they are pronated. Who knew I was so far from perfect!


So I changed my mind. I’m going to become a chiropractor, not Physician Assistant. It’s quite a change, and I’m still getting used to the idea myself. But it feels right.

In the midst of papers, presentations, reports, and exams, I lost track of time. Today is 5/24. Two weeks ago was 5/10. May 10, 2009 was my last day as a full-time attorney. It’s only been one year. Just one. What would next year bring? By this time next year, I’ll know if I got into a PA program.

I’ve been away from this “note to self” because I ‘ve been busy even beyond my comprehension. Juggling 10 credits (gen chem and gen bio), two part-time jobs, and two volunteer positions, while trying to do fun things, has not been easy. I’ve worked 32-37 hours for one job and 15-20 for another each week in April. I got promoted to Clinic Assistant at Wallace Medica Concern, which also extended my hours to 4 hours per week. I continue to volunteer at SW Community Health Center every other week for 5 hours.

But I needed to do all of this because I wanted to give my all to this. I never wanted something so badly.

Today, I signed up for CASPA, the application clearinghouse for PA prorams. It’s really happening – I’m going to submit my applications this year. I thought the experience and prerequisite part would take two years. But thanks to my crazy heavy load, I am already eligible to apply one of the schools in OR, and will be eligible likely in time for another one by the end of their deadline. It’s surreal. It’s scary exciting.

I love The Moth Radio Hour. I still remember the first time I ever heard it on the radio: I was driving back from a yoga class around 8:30pm, feeling serene and peaceful. As usual, NPR/OPB was on. When I got into my car, a story had just begun. It was a story of a comedian father who had lost his 2-year-old daugher to cancer. After 5 minutes, I arrived home but I stayed in the car to finish listening to his story. I felt sad, angry, lost, and helpless, just as the father told the story of his loss, and how his loss was even more magnified by his job of making others laugh. When the story ended, I rushed into my place and turned on the radio to listen to the next story. It was about a boy who got clubbed on his head with golf clubs, which turned out to be one of the funniest things I’d heard in a long time. I laughed so hard even before the tears from the previously story had dried up. That was the last story of the hour. I took a deep breath and finally hopped into a shower to wash off the sweat from the heated yoga. As the hot water hit my face and rolled down, I regained the serenity of my yoga class. I thought back of the emotional rollercoaster I had just went through in the last half an hour. I was hooked.

I went to see The Moth when it first came to Portland last year at Portland Center Stage. It returned here tonight, this time at Schnitzer.

My favorite of the night was the first story by a flight attendant. Soon after 9/11, a travelor on the flight was hitting every petpeeves she had – from bringing on his “luggage” in a garbage bag, taking up the over-the-head space with his garbage bag in a different row, standing up when the seatbelt sign was on . . . When he was waiting for the bathroom to open up, it was so awkward she thought she had to say something. So she asked, “Are ou traveling for business or pleasure?” “Neither,” he said. “My son was a first responder at ground zero, and lost his life. I came to NYC to pick up his uniform, which is in the garbage bag I’m bringing home.” She ended the story with a reminder that each person has a story and that every group is a collection of individuals with their stories.

For my second job as an EPIC tutor, I was to get assigned to a specialty. The choices given to us were: internal medicine, surgery, and emergency. Without any warning or preface, an email on Friday bluntly told me that mine is “Internal Medicine Pediatrics and OB Specialties.”

Back in May of 2010, right before I left my attorney job, I attended a fundraising event for Legacy Emanuel Children’s hospital.  I was in awe of the good they do and tears of joy/heartache they go through every day.  It just hit me now that that’s where I’m going to be.

My new job is to support EPIC training for providers. I’ve gone through basic training myself, and today was my first day of being on the support side. It’s obvious that there is a lot for me to learn, but I can do this.

I love volunteering at Wallace Medical Concern. Other volunteers are fun to work with, and I love helping patients there. I got an offer to be a regular at the downtown clinic, which is much closer to where I live than the Gresham clinic. But I had to turn it down, for now, due to my class schedule. Sad.

I bought my first ever eye cream the other day. It’s true, I’m not getting any younger. This crazy busy schedule isn’t helping my skin either. I decided that denial isn’t enough. I’m not trying to not age, it’s inevitable. I just want to age gracefully. There is probably a better cure, called SLEEP. But for now, I’m going to keep working hard at it while dabbing some eye cream around my tired eyes. It’s Dr. Haushka. According to the guy at Whole Foods, they put positive energy into their products – so much so that if you’re mixing rose pedals (or whatever) in a bad mood, you get sent home. Sounds hippie enough for my positive-energy-craved skin.

There is a high concentration of not-so-nice people among doctors. Somehow, the white coat gets to their heads and never leaves. But there are good ones, like a doctor I often interact with at the Old Town Clinic. He has a good head on his shoulders, full of passion and compassion. It was a breath of fresh air, and I didn’t believe it at first. I haven’t told him he is the nicest doctors I’ve ever met because I didn’t know how to tell him that without being creepy. Maybe I will when I leave my current position. For now, it suffices to say that he is in a note to self (i.e. this blog).

I am busy: 15 credits of classes, 2 part-time jobs, and 2 volunteer positions. But I’m not killing myself this quarter like I did last year. My routine has settled a little, and I’m more confident in my ability to do this than before.

I started this out, thinking that this will be a two year process: one year of full-time schooling and another year of full-time work. It’s looking good. I will be done with my course work by the end of this year, a little over a year since it began. And I’ve been working, gaining experience and hours along the way. S othis means I can apply to PA schools (and probably some nursing schools) at the end of this summer, if everything goes well (fingers crossed). Whoa. I’m actually getting closer to where I want to be.