My brother is staying with me for these last couple of days because he came to visit me. It's nice to have him here because I get to spend more time with him and it really does remind me of simpler times, like when we were little kids, and all we did was play barbies or watch cartoons together. We were always really close and got along pretty well. When I say we got along, I mean, I told him what to do and he would do it. Now that he's older, he's not always that obedient anymore. I've lost most of my authority with him, but that's understandable. You can't put a tight harness on an 18 year old and expect him to obey your every command. But all in all, I still really enjoy his company, even when he's acting like an annoying, angsty adolescent. The feeling is mutual with him....but only when I'm home to spend time with him. The problem here is that I have to go to work from 7am-5pm or 6pm. So most of the time during the day he excessively calls or texts me due to extreme boredom. So yesterday, I decided to take him with me to work and have him walk around the area while I'm at work. There are many shops around the area and UCLA is right across the freeway. I thought that would have been a good use of his time to explore UCLA at least. I'm not sure what he ended up doing, but it wasn't entertaining enough because I was flooded with texts and calls about what he should do next because he's so bored. So around 11:00am, he came back and asked me for the keys to the car so he can sit inside and perhaps take a nap. So, around 11:45am I took an EARLY lunch break....sshhhhhh...don't tell anyone. I felt bad about it but clinic was slow that morning and I'm sure no one noticed? Since time was limited, we ate at the canteen at the hospital, which has decent food. We shared a foot long "subway" sandwich and a salad. Again, it was nice to spend some time with my brother.
Bolting for the door
When people say the word "worldly", no one ever thinks of me. I've pretty much been pretty sheltered and there are a lot of things I don't know really know about the world and things I don't understand. Most of which involves things like drugs, alcohol, gangs, etc etc. You get the point. So when I say, I got a patient yesterday that I was pretty sure was "high", then you can pretty much assume it was SUPER obvious. Blood shot eyes and mildly incoherent responses/comprehension. Anyhow, I knew something was not right about this patient. So I was already a little apprehensive about him, when suddenly during the middle of the exam, he literally starts screaming and shaking his hand wildly about. I was startled, as expected. He stopped after a few seconds and told me there was a bug on him. He said he flung it off and resumed back to normal. At this point, I was very skeptical if he was just hallucinating or if there was actually something there. I didn't see a "bug" so I just ignored it and continued. A few minuets later, he did the exact same thing. Only this time he yelled even louder and flung half of his body around (limbs included). At this point, I was so scared I was ready to bolt for the door. I was almost sure that he was crazy and he might hurt me. Just when I was about to run for it, I saw him fling off a moderately sized beetle. At which point I was relieved to know he was NOT crazy...just high, but not crazy.
Nor Cal Kids...
I met up with my cousin last night for dinner. He's from SF, but moved down here for school. He's a very nice kid and last I remembered, he had pretty nice skin. But yesterday when I saw him, he looked like he got punched in the eye, and his skin was peeling all over his body. I was a little concerned, so I asked him about his skin lesions. He wasn't sure why he looked like he had a black eye...weird...but he said that he was peeling because he can't handle the sun here in southern California. He started explaining how little sun exposure he got when he was living in SF. He would go days, months without seeing the sun because of all the fog. Now in southern California, he's getting so much sun, he's getting constantly sun burnt. I know it's mean, but I couldn't stop laughing after he told me this. Nor Cal kids can't handle a little So Cal love...hahahahahahahahah!! I gave him good advice after I laughed at him.....
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