My hometown is so under-construction that I’m afraid to even venture outside. It’s like there was a national TV ad out there: “Got Spare Orange Cones? Take them to AP’s Hometown: Home of the Orange Cones! We’ll set ’em up on our streets and pretend like we’re doin’ something productive!”
But today I braved the rat-maze and successfully made it to the cell phone store, where I finally ditched my non-intelligent phone for an allegedly smart one.
I feel strangely guilty about getting rid of a phone that spent 5 years faithfully by my side (Must be Toy Story syndrome) – but it’s cool. My new phone and I are already bonding over friendly topics such as: “How the hell do you turn this thing on?”, “Am I just an idiot? Is that the problem? Am I just completely incompetent at life?”, and “OH! There’s a tiny button! Hidden on the side!”
Once I made it through that confusion (Internet, I am not even telling you how long it took me. It’s embarrassing), I started figuring things out. For instance – guys, did you know how many unbelievable medical apps there are out there? My favorite is one from the US Department of Health.
It’s amazing how quickly I went from, “I need a smart phone for the clinical years” to “Wait, how the hell is this even allowed for the clinical years? Will I have to hide it?”
Feels suspiciously like cheating.
In other news, my 2nd year at Metropolis Med starts in just 1 week, so anyone who’s wondering why the hell they’re still subscribing to a blog that’s apparently no longer about medicine – just hold on! I’ll be back to lamenting my total lack of clinical skills in no time at all. Pinky-swear.