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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVID!!!!!!!! (Aug 22)
my little ddong kkang ah ji !!! (literally,"poop puppy." it's a term of endearment that my parents gave him that he still hasn't accepted)
although my shift was supposed to start out at 6pm, i was able to beg off four hours so that i could spend time with my family for dave's birthday.
we went to a chinese place called, congee village, as per jimmy's suggestion. jimmy always finds new and interesting places (he's defninitely a food buff).
we ordered a nice selection of non-americanized food, including some nice bass, lobster in butter and cheese, and the house chicken. i mention these three because they BLEW ME AWAY. wow. i was so surprised. well, actually, the bass was good, but not THAT special. but the house chicken, which sounds so boring, is actually pretty amazing. it was very juicy, not dry at ALL, and with a great sauce. but what really, really took the cake was the lobster.
oh my. it was some FLAVORFUL stuff. let me just say, that in general, i don't really think that lobster is that special. i mean, there's only the tail that really tastes good (claws have a funny flavor), and it has to be drowned in butter to taste good. plus, i resent that it costs so much, when i don't think that it tastes any better than other shellfish. in fact, i feel like we pay for the variety in texture more than taste. because really, crabs taste a LOT better; it's just a huge pain to get all the meat out.
back to the lobster: so, with this bias, i wasn't expecting much, but i thought heck, might as well taste it. and WOW.
PACKED WITH FLAVOR. dang, i didn't know butter and cheese plus a strange combo of spices could kick out a flavor like this. really, new yorkers, give it a whirl. it's on delancy and allen (1 ave turns into allen). i dare you to try it and say that it doesn't rock your world.
anyway, after we were done with our meal, the waitress comes out with the cake that jimmy and joanne had brought, and places it on the table. then, she busts out candles, and asks, "so, you want candles on cake?"
we bust out LAUGHING. hello. they go on the cake BEFORE you bring it out. jimmy had given them the exact number of candles and everything. but it was cool. great for the humor.
so we stick the candles in, and then, the waitresses look up, expectantly. ??? what's going on?
*crackle, crackle* on the overhead loudspeaker. *beep, beep. beep, beep, beep*
everyone in the restaurant looks up.
then:
the HAPPY BIRTHDAY song comes on, sung in a CHINESE ACCENT chorus , with a melody completely unlike the original song, sounding more like a communist MARCH. (no offense, any chinese readers or friends)
EVERYONE in the restaurant joins in the singing, while jimmy and i are laughing our heads off. i was crying and howling with laughter. well after the song was over. the waitress, i think, didn't know what was so funny, and didn't take my laughing too well. sorry, excellent waitresses.
oh DEAR. that was too much. there are some precious RICH moments in life. this was one of them.
********
happy, birthday, dave. i don't tell you how much often enough how much you mean to me, how much i love you (actually, i haven't ever said this to you in your face, i think. we are men. such words are not meant to be said, but understood.).
neither do i tell you how much i'm proud of you. of how smart you are, how witty you are, how athletic you are, how you can make girls feel really really awkward (haha).
and i'm especially thankful that you're here. jimmy and i got close in college. you and i were always close growing up, but i wasn't there for one of the most crucial periods in your life, when you were discovering yourself, in college.
but now, we're all here in the NY/NJ area. we can talk, hang out, play ball. thank you, God.
thank you for a brotherhood that is also a deep friendship.
i'm also thankful for Remnant, and how God has been touching dave through this church. thank you, LORD.
******
OB/GYN:wk2,day10 (thurs night-fri morning)
rushed back to work, straight to another delivery. again, was able to tag onto another great teaching attending that let me catch the baby. was a little more prepared emotionally this time. the mother knew full well that i, a medical student, was going to catch the baby, but she was ok with it, since her doc was right next to me.
this attending also asked me, "have you done this before?"
me: "yes." needless to say, i didn't tell him that i delivered only ONE time before.
totally smooth. caught the baby. it's a miracle, each time. these little lives are AMAZING. makes you really think about how this little being came to be.
again, i have gook all over me. i'm still grossed out by it. ew.
*****
had to go to the OR (operating room) for an unusual procedure. the chief resident knows i like delivering, and being in the OR, so specifically sought me out (go, ME!).
the lady was set up, and we went about tying a portion of this woman's cervix, which was becoming incontinent (not good for the developing fetus).
during the operation, watching, i burped.
dude, garlic, ginger, and assorted spices from congee village was doing a number inside my face mask. i couldn't let the burp out, since i was scrubbed in (all my gloves and gown are sterile, so i can't touch anything, esp my face, or mask).
so, i'm giggling internally at the intense burp smell, when all of the sudden, i hear a "BUB, BUB, BUBBA"
the resident and attending pause briefy, then go back to work. me, i'm thinking, what was that?
then, i look toward the pt on the table (who is lying down with her bottom towards us, legs out), and while i'm looking, she FARTS.
"BUB, BUB, BUB, BUBBA, BBUBB!!"
i mean, i saw the cheeks slapping. this was too much. i knew i couldn't laugh there, in the operating room, but MAN. that was one of the hardest struggles IN MY LIFE. i'm not kidding. i had to focus with all that i had, breathe short shallow breaths, and think of blank sheets of white paper. it was still HARD.
i was tense with my concentration for the entire operation. when it was over, i excused myself, walked quickly to the restroom, and howled. this day is killing me. i can't take this kind of intense humor.
******
more deliveries, more assisting. more running around. more operations. by 6am, i'm beat.
******
my chief resident, who had been supervising us all wk on this night float, calls us in for the evaluation.
(not word for word, but something like this:)
"guys, you have been wonderful. you've been proactive, you've been helping out with histories and physicals, jumped into the OR (that's me!!! i did that every opportunity i had) and learning. i just wanted to let you guys know that you did a GREAT job."
us: oOOooo. "WOW. thanks. thank YOU for being such a GREAT teacher. we know you were so busy (she WAS crazy busy. busiest person on the entire unit), but you still found time to teach us. you were awesome." (she WAS. i love her)
me: "and i wanted you to know, B, that you have BEAUTIFUL HAIR."
ok, so i actually didn't say that to her, but i've wanted to the whole wk. well, this night float is now over, so i've lost the chance. she has short, wavy light-brown hair that is simply beautiful. she's married (but still young!) by the way, my critics and sickos. i am not atttracted to her. just her hair. (my fellow med students, who are girls, also agree that it is some special hair). esp considering that she's a resident, she can't spend time on her hair, and yet it looks so good. amazing.
yakob at 3:29 AM
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my little ddong kkang ah ji !!! (literally,"poop puppy." it's a term of endearment that my parents gave him that he still hasn't accepted)
although my shift was supposed to start out at 6pm, i was able to beg off four hours so that i could spend time with my family for dave's birthday.
we went to a chinese place called, congee village, as per jimmy's suggestion. jimmy always finds new and interesting places (he's defninitely a food buff).
we ordered a nice selection of non-americanized food, including some nice bass, lobster in butter and cheese, and the house chicken. i mention these three because they BLEW ME AWAY. wow. i was so surprised. well, actually, the bass was good, but not THAT special. but the house chicken, which sounds so boring, is actually pretty amazing. it was very juicy, not dry at ALL, and with a great sauce. but what really, really took the cake was the lobster.
oh my. it was some FLAVORFUL stuff. let me just say, that in general, i don't really think that lobster is that special. i mean, there's only the tail that really tastes good (claws have a funny flavor), and it has to be drowned in butter to taste good. plus, i resent that it costs so much, when i don't think that it tastes any better than other shellfish. in fact, i feel like we pay for the variety in texture more than taste. because really, crabs taste a LOT better; it's just a huge pain to get all the meat out.
back to the lobster: so, with this bias, i wasn't expecting much, but i thought heck, might as well taste it. and WOW.
PACKED WITH FLAVOR. dang, i didn't know butter and cheese plus a strange combo of spices could kick out a flavor like this. really, new yorkers, give it a whirl. it's on delancy and allen (1 ave turns into allen). i dare you to try it and say that it doesn't rock your world.
anyway, after we were done with our meal, the waitress comes out with the cake that jimmy and joanne had brought, and places it on the table. then, she busts out candles, and asks, "so, you want candles on cake?"
we bust out LAUGHING. hello. they go on the cake BEFORE you bring it out. jimmy had given them the exact number of candles and everything. but it was cool. great for the humor.
so we stick the candles in, and then, the waitresses look up, expectantly. ??? what's going on?
*crackle, crackle* on the overhead loudspeaker. *beep, beep. beep, beep, beep*
everyone in the restaurant looks up.
then:
the HAPPY BIRTHDAY song comes on, sung in a CHINESE ACCENT chorus , with a melody completely unlike the original song, sounding more like a communist MARCH. (no offense, any chinese readers or friends)
EVERYONE in the restaurant joins in the singing, while jimmy and i are laughing our heads off. i was crying and howling with laughter. well after the song was over. the waitress, i think, didn't know what was so funny, and didn't take my laughing too well. sorry, excellent waitresses.
oh DEAR. that was too much. there are some precious RICH moments in life. this was one of them.
********
happy, birthday, dave. i don't tell you how much often enough how much you mean to me, how much i love you (actually, i haven't ever said this to you in your face, i think. we are men. such words are not meant to be said, but understood.).
neither do i tell you how much i'm proud of you. of how smart you are, how witty you are, how athletic you are, how you can make girls feel really really awkward (haha).
and i'm especially thankful that you're here. jimmy and i got close in college. you and i were always close growing up, but i wasn't there for one of the most crucial periods in your life, when you were discovering yourself, in college.
but now, we're all here in the NY/NJ area. we can talk, hang out, play ball. thank you, God.
thank you for a brotherhood that is also a deep friendship.
i'm also thankful for Remnant, and how God has been touching dave through this church. thank you, LORD.
******
OB/GYN:wk2,day10 (thurs night-fri morning)
rushed back to work, straight to another delivery. again, was able to tag onto another great teaching attending that let me catch the baby. was a little more prepared emotionally this time. the mother knew full well that i, a medical student, was going to catch the baby, but she was ok with it, since her doc was right next to me.
this attending also asked me, "have you done this before?"
me: "yes." needless to say, i didn't tell him that i delivered only ONE time before.
totally smooth. caught the baby. it's a miracle, each time. these little lives are AMAZING. makes you really think about how this little being came to be.
again, i have gook all over me. i'm still grossed out by it. ew.
*****
had to go to the OR (operating room) for an unusual procedure. the chief resident knows i like delivering, and being in the OR, so specifically sought me out (go, ME!).
the lady was set up, and we went about tying a portion of this woman's cervix, which was becoming incontinent (not good for the developing fetus).
during the operation, watching, i burped.
dude, garlic, ginger, and assorted spices from congee village was doing a number inside my face mask. i couldn't let the burp out, since i was scrubbed in (all my gloves and gown are sterile, so i can't touch anything, esp my face, or mask).
so, i'm giggling internally at the intense burp smell, when all of the sudden, i hear a "BUB, BUB, BUBBA"
the resident and attending pause briefy, then go back to work. me, i'm thinking, what was that?
then, i look toward the pt on the table (who is lying down with her bottom towards us, legs out), and while i'm looking, she FARTS.
"BUB, BUB, BUB, BUBBA, BBUBB!!"
i mean, i saw the cheeks slapping. this was too much. i knew i couldn't laugh there, in the operating room, but MAN. that was one of the hardest struggles IN MY LIFE. i'm not kidding. i had to focus with all that i had, breathe short shallow breaths, and think of blank sheets of white paper. it was still HARD.
i was tense with my concentration for the entire operation. when it was over, i excused myself, walked quickly to the restroom, and howled. this day is killing me. i can't take this kind of intense humor.
******
more deliveries, more assisting. more running around. more operations. by 6am, i'm beat.
******
my chief resident, who had been supervising us all wk on this night float, calls us in for the evaluation.
(not word for word, but something like this:)
"guys, you have been wonderful. you've been proactive, you've been helping out with histories and physicals, jumped into the OR (that's me!!! i did that every opportunity i had) and learning. i just wanted to let you guys know that you did a GREAT job."
us: oOOooo. "WOW. thanks. thank YOU for being such a GREAT teacher. we know you were so busy (she WAS crazy busy. busiest person on the entire unit), but you still found time to teach us. you were awesome." (she WAS. i love her)
me: "and i wanted you to know, B, that you have BEAUTIFUL HAIR."
ok, so i actually didn't say that to her, but i've wanted to the whole wk. well, this night float is now over, so i've lost the chance. she has short, wavy light-brown hair that is simply beautiful. she's married (but still young!) by the way, my critics and sickos. i am not atttracted to her. just her hair. (my fellow med students, who are girls, also agree that it is some special hair). esp considering that she's a resident, she can't spend time on her hair, and yet it looks so good. amazing.
yakob at 3:29 AM