Welcome to my second post ever. I had put my blog aside for awhile because a) I hadn't told anyone about it yet so no one was expecting anything, b) I'm still creeped out by blogs in general c) I got distracted by life and d) I question whether I'm the only one who will find this interesting. No matter. I'm back. Hoping to continue chronicling my journey to Baltimore and public health school. Another reason I haven't written in awhile is that I'm in denial about leaving LA and the wonderful life I have here. By blogging about going back to school, I actually have to face the fact that I'm indeed going back to school. And frankly, I'm not quite ready.
But, last Thursday, I experienced a renewed excitement about returning to school, especially to Hopkins, thanks to the six-part documentary on ABC, "Hopkins." A show about my new school. Perfect timing, ABC. Thank you. Okay, so "Hopkins" isn't at all about the public health school, but it's pretty close. Close enough to make me look forward to moving to Baltimore, rather than freaking me out, like this show.
"Hopkins" follows a handful of doctors and their patients both at Johns Hopkins Medical Center and at home. The cameras have access to the operating rooms, so at times it's bloody, but it's also really freaking cool. Having sat in on a few operations in my pre-med days, it was refreshing to be back in the OR, even through the magic of television. Aside for the cheesy pop soundtrack, the most disturbing part was watching people in abject pain. "Grey's Anatomy" and other lame medical dramas do an okay job at well, their job-- creating drama. But never have I seen a scripted show depict actual pain. Real people crying and moaning, ugly and unflattering, in pain. You really don't see that very often, unless you're a doctor, and I was glad for the reminder that at all times of day, somewhere very nearby, people are in very real pain. As I sit on my couch and write, there are people in pain. It's an unsettling thought, but necessary every once in awhile at least for the perspective.
The point is, see the show. If anything, there are some really nice beauty shots of my new city, not to mention, proof, that yes, there are also some damn good looking doctors in Baltimore. Hooray for that.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Left Foot
Welcome to my first post of my second attempt at blogging (the first consisted of one posting about the creepiness of blogs). This time, I'm back with higher hopes, more tolerance for creepiness... and a real objective. I'm creating this blog to chronicle my transition from working girl to student, from reality television to public health and from Los Angeles to Baltimore. Won't you join me as I explore this wonderful world of blogging, moving, and changing career directions? 'Cause god knows I'm kind of freaked about the whole thing.
In the coming postings, I'll (most likely-- I've got no strict plans for this) get into my reasons for leaving tv, my reasons for pursuing public health, why it's kind of random and kind of not random... and why you should (or shouldn't) care about my life (I still think blogs are kinda creepy). But for now, the facts are... I'm leaving LA at the end of July and moving to Baltimore to get my Masters of Health Science at The Bloomberg School of Public Health at Johns Hopkins.
I decided to start this blog today because yesterday I went from healthy to not-so-healthy... and since I'm about to venture into public health, I figured why not make it public. Yesterday while playing softball for a friend's company team (The Game Show Network. I don't watch it, I should have known), as a favor because they needed more women so as not to have to forfeit, I broke my foot while playing second base. As I tagged the base, and got the guy out, thank you very much, I twisted my ankle on the bag and voila-- it broke. Drink your milk, kids. As someone whose been playing sports all her life, this is my first sports injury. I guess it was bound to happen. It just didn't need to happen four days before I'm about to go to Jamaica for a friend's wedding. But that's another story. I actually had a great game and I'm bummed I won't be playing with GSN anymore.
Check it out. My left foot. Care of Kaiser Permanente.
Anyway, I thought about looking at my broken foot from a public health perspective. But I'm not quite sure how to do that (good thing I'm going to school). I suppose I could look at my socioeconomic group and see if that would determine my chances of this kind of injury and how we can use that info to prevent these things, but that seems kind of pointless. One girl broke her foot. I don't see a need to analyze it. The one lesson I can offer my dear public is-- wear the right gear for the sport you're playing. I.e. don't be an idiot and do what I did and wear non-supportive soccer cleats to play softball. If that bit of information can save just one more upper-middle class white girl from breaking her foot in a Saturday afternoon softball game, then god dammit I've already changed the world. Nobel Prize, here I come.
In the coming postings, I'll (most likely-- I've got no strict plans for this) get into my reasons for leaving tv, my reasons for pursuing public health, why it's kind of random and kind of not random... and why you should (or shouldn't) care about my life (I still think blogs are kinda creepy). But for now, the facts are... I'm leaving LA at the end of July and moving to Baltimore to get my Masters of Health Science at The Bloomberg School of Public Health at Johns Hopkins.
I decided to start this blog today because yesterday I went from healthy to not-so-healthy... and since I'm about to venture into public health, I figured why not make it public. Yesterday while playing softball for a friend's company team (The Game Show Network. I don't watch it, I should have known), as a favor because they needed more women so as not to have to forfeit, I broke my foot while playing second base. As I tagged the base, and got the guy out, thank you very much, I twisted my ankle on the bag and voila-- it broke. Drink your milk, kids. As someone whose been playing sports all her life, this is my first sports injury. I guess it was bound to happen. It just didn't need to happen four days before I'm about to go to Jamaica for a friend's wedding. But that's another story. I actually had a great game and I'm bummed I won't be playing with GSN anymore.
Check it out. My left foot. Care of Kaiser Permanente.
Anyway, I thought about looking at my broken foot from a public health perspective. But I'm not quite sure how to do that (good thing I'm going to school). I suppose I could look at my socioeconomic group and see if that would determine my chances of this kind of injury and how we can use that info to prevent these things, but that seems kind of pointless. One girl broke her foot. I don't see a need to analyze it. The one lesson I can offer my dear public is-- wear the right gear for the sport you're playing. I.e. don't be an idiot and do what I did and wear non-supportive soccer cleats to play softball. If that bit of information can save just one more upper-middle class white girl from breaking her foot in a Saturday afternoon softball game, then god dammit I've already changed the world. Nobel Prize, here I come.
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