Happy belated Halloween! I think once Halloween has come and
gone, fall has really shown itself and we're officially getting
closer to winter. Winter's impending presence is evident around
here; it has been in the 30s at night. Brrrr! We even had our first
snow last week!
First snow! Early morning on campus before classes began on
To celebrate Halloween this year, Hanzi and I went out to
support the arts in Chicago. We saw a creepy opera put on by the Third Eye Theatre
Ensemble called "The Medium." The show is about a woman named
Madame Flora who scams customers by putting on fake séances with
the help of her daughter and a "deaf and dumb" boy she has taken
under her wing. When Madame Flora feels icy cold hands grab her
around the neck at one of her séances, she gets terribly scared,
admits her dishonesty and tries to give the people their money
back. But the couple and the mother who have been coming to her
séances to speak with their deceased children are convinced that
Madame Flora has truly helped them to connect with their lost loved
ones, and they fight her on her claims. Her customers say they know
the voice and the laugh of their dead children and she must
continue to help them connect with their dead!
The story is lots of fun and this particular show was put on in
a black box theater, with two rows of seats along two of the walls.
It was incredibly cool to feel that we were participants in the
events taking place in Madame Flora's parlor.
I left this little rhyme outside our door incase we had any
trick-or-treaters come by while we were out.
It is really very easy to forget our creative side when we are
so busy with school, but taking the time to either make art or
appreciate it brings me so much more alive! This is something I
speak with my other student friends about often; when we're really
dragging we encourage each other to go create something or find
something artistic to enjoy. The experience of using the other half
of our brains seems to really help put everything back in
On the set of "The Medium"
After the Halloween show, as Hanzi and I hustled through the
freezing rain back to our car, we had to make a stop at a bookstore
called Myopic Books. It was 10:15 p.m. and the glowing
red 'OPEN' sign in the window was intriguing. The place was packed
with books from floor to ceiling, some narrow shelves constructed
from raw 2x4s made for several narrow halls and fantastic browsing.
The whole place was 3 stories, and packed with used books! I
bee-lined to the third floor and parked myself in front of the
alternative health section. Our spur-of-the-moment stop at this
shop was totally worth it; I found a copy of "Women's Encyclopedia
of Natural Health" by Tori Hudson, ND, know as THE women's health
doc in naturopathic circles. And it cost me less than 10 bucks!
There were signs inside the store asking us to not take
photographs, so I had Hanzi snap this shot of me outside on our way
out. The blustery, seriously chilly night combined with the red
light in the window made for an appropriately spooky setting!
My fab bookstore find! On Halloween night at Myopic Books in
(Photo credit: hanzi d. - www.hanzid.com)
After our artsy and interesting Halloween night, I am inspired
to seek out artistic endeavors in the midst of my studying. Maybe
I'll doodle when I'm losing focus in class, or maybe I'll take more
creative pictures on my short walks between buildings on campus. I
do really love to patronize the arts; this is perhaps the best use
of my time (and money), as I don't really trust myself to find time
to follow through on my own creative projects in the midst of med
school. Now that I think about it, I have been getting more
exposure to the arts... Just last week Hanzi and I went to a show
at Cole's Bar in Logan Square where several hard-rocking local
Chicago punk bands covered other awesome bands like Led Zeppelin
(my absolute favorite!), Bikini Kill, and LCD Soundsystem. It was
such a treat to lose myself in the music, all the while surrounded
by people who sought out this show to do the same exact thing.
If I can't enjoy and create art on a regular basis right now
because I am too busy studying medicine, I can at the very least
let the little exposure that I do get to the arts fuel my studying.
I'm writing this on Sunday, and am feeling totally ready to sit
down and dig in to my Phys Dx lectures in preparation for this
week's exam. I realize that I've had a good fill of art lately, and
it would serve me well to remember, over the next year or so of
school, how it truly helps to balance my brain.
All this talk of having found my path in life, the indications
that I am "doing the right thing," the gallantry of studying
medicine outside of our current paradigm, all the fun being had
outside of class, and I forget to show you the unbecoming parts.
Isn't that one of the major faults of social media? We share the
beautiful pictures, post the good news, write the meaningful
stuff.... But a capacity for occasional self-deprecation is pretty
important; we're all fallible, and the journey is not always
My grades this tri haven't been as satisfying as previous ones.
I feel I haven't studied as regularly as I should (maybe the
trappings of summer have something to do with it). A few weeks ago
I crammed my preparation for a sim-patient and she called me out on
it. I rushed through the prep because this was just a practice
session; I would not receive a grade for it. To save time and
energy when I wrote the instructions for my patient, I used medical
abbreviations few non-doctors understand. In our review of my
encounter, my sim-patient pointed this out and I responded
honestly--I told her I'd banged it out during the boring lecture
before this, and knew full well I shouldn't have used those
abbreviations, but I did it anyways. She reminded me of the NUHS
motto: "Esse Quam Videri" (which means "To be, rather than to seem
to be.") Oops, lesson learned.
As for the whole life-outside-the-classroom part, my bathroom
gets cleaned only when I can't stand it anymore, same goes for the
kitchen. Laundry piles up around our apartment and coffee mugs
cluster on any free surface in the living room (especially during
midterms and finals)! Cleaning out the fridge recently was
terrible; eating healthy food doesn't excuse you from the misery
that results from neglecting to toss last month's leftovers. I
don't think I've vacuumed my car since I drove it from California
two years ago. When my mom came to visit and saw my kitchen sink
full of dirty dishes she told me its OK to be messy because I am a
busy student. That's some consolation, I guess. Also, last night I
had ice cream for dinner because... forget it, no excuses, I just
I wasn't kidding about ice cream for dinner...(cherry with
I constantly talk about all the things I'm going to do once I'm
a doctor. And I don't mean the type of practice I'm going to create
and the type of patients I'm going to attract. What occupies my
thoughts is what I'm going to do with my time once I've passed that
last exam. I talk about the music festivals I'm going to attend,
the dinners I'm going to cook, the books I'm going to read. I have
visions of a clean home and cooking with pricey ingredients like
lamb and wild-caught fish. I also have this funny feeling that
these aspirations are going to continue forever; I'll probably
always know I'm going to do something wonderful just as soon as I
finish with... [fill in the blank]. (Speaking of unbecoming, there
are at least 16 I's in this paragraph.)
I want future students who read my blog to think; I want that!
They should think, my life as a student will be glorious! It will
have meaning! I will have purpose! It will; you will. But...life
will also likely fall apart in a few ways. You will have to push
yourself to make time to catch up with your best friends because,
well, you're so tired and you could be napping instead. Your family
will have Sunday dinners and cookouts together while you sit
grumbling at your desk, memorizing facts for tomorrow's exam on the
bacteria that's potentially growing in their potato salad.
My desk strewn with papers...studying is rarely a photogenic
Or, there's always that realization that instead of keeping up
with your laundry, you could be sitting still doing nothing for a
moment. You could just sit and listen to no one, memorize nothing,
share no emotion. I've come to appreciate even more the precious
moments of alone time without my books, without anyone to talk to,
or smile at, or try to understand. Interactions with people are
ultimately what keep me going, but in this messy life of a medical
student I am so thankful for Saturday afternoons like this
one--home alone amid my mess, writing about the unbeautiful parts
and bowing to reality.
OK, it finally feels like summer in Chicago! The weather is warm
and I am officially finding it harder and harder to buckle down to
study. Ideally, I would study outdoors, but there is some material
that really just requires a white board for drawing and some "rain
sounds" in my headphones in order to get it to stick (there's an
app called "Rain, Rain" that I swear by).
My first midterms begin this week and I'll admit, they snuck up
on me! As per my last post, spending a little time away from the
books is important, but allocating that time wisely is also vital.
This week will be one of those where I must tactfully ask my
boyfriend to cook me dinner every night as I play some catch-up and
prepare for exams.
One of the perks of studying at National alongside chiropractic
students is that we get to hear stories from the field from our
chiropractor professors. This week, Dr. Humphreys (who teaches
Neurology) shared with us his experience of testifying in a court
case for the defendant, a chiropractor and graduate of NUHS. The
whole process was time consuming and ultimately successful. It is
hard to face this reality, but our medicine is sometimes
misunderstood. Luckily, our medicine is wise, with research to
support it, and proper education and communication with the public
and the conventional medical world pays off. I am thankful that we
have access to the workings of the clinical world through our
professors' stories, and that they are willing to share their
experiences, both positive and challenging.
On a lighter note, I visited the garden again on Friday and this
time got to reap the benefits of being a regular! Here is a picture
of me in the midst of digging up some mint (Mentha piperita, I
think) and lemon balm (Melissa officinalis) to plant at home. I
also contributed a little time to pulling weeds before I headed
home for the weekend.
This past weekend was busy -- full of studying for Monday's
cardio exam and some playing, too. My friend Allison (a yoga
teacher and fellow student in the ND program) and I met downtown at
Grant Park for Wanderlust in the City, a free yoga festival that
happens once a year in Chicago. We both loved doing yoga outside
with hundreds of other Chicago yogis! One phrase I habitually use
at the end of my yoga practice is "Kind thoughts, kind words, kind
So, in the spirit of this phrase, I aim to tackle the start of
midterms and this busy week by thinking, speaking, and intending
positivity and grace in the midst of heightened stress. Being kind
to ourselves during our most stressful times is so very
Happy Post-Memorial Day! I had an exciting week and weekend.
Week 3 of the trimester meant 3 quizzes to test our recall of
information covered thus far, and also a review of some basic
science information. I am still figuring out how to study for this
new phase of my education because we are building upon an
already-laid foundation. For example, we are learning to understand
EKGs in my Cardiology class, and the process cannot be separated
from reviewing the anatomy and physiology of the heart. As you
know, I am also studying for boards and reviewing for class is a
I stayed busy outside of class by coaching lacrosse on two
beautiful evenings this week. Spending the time to engage with my
community is made even better by doing so outside. My beginner team
is finally starting to understand the game and ask good questions,
how satisfying! I also attended the wedding of a college friend and
her awesome fiancé over the weekend. It was such a treat to catch
up with college friends I rarely see or haven't seen in 4 years! I
took the time to play tourist in the city and lounge on the beach
with old friends; so refreshing!
The highlight of my week at school was my Friday lunch date with
my group of ND student friends. Most of my buddies that I started
the program with last January have taken the flex track, while I
have stayed on the full track of coursework. This means that I no
longer have classes with my best friends here at National.
Thankfully, my closest friends don't let my absence from their
classes affect our friendship, and we all make the effort to spend
lunchtime together throughout the week. Yeah, we eat our lunches in
good company, but we also play together! Above is a picture of this
week's group effort; Allison and Miranda make the base while I form
the wheel on top! We couldn't have done this without 3 spotters
(JheriAnne, Kate, and Mia) and the photographer (John.)
What's the moral to this week's story? Take the time to play,
explore off campus, and get some sun in the midst of all the
classes and studying; it is so nurturing, and definitely helps me
to love this process of becoming an ND.
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