Day 6

had day off. spent previous night with bf eating frozen pizza and salad.

Day 5 examined first prison patient. Remarkable for being unremarkable. Had a lump in his butt. Officer left the room during the butt exam, which caused some distress, but distress was unfounded. In general, first time examining a real patient's butt (although not a real rectal exam). Turns out to be equally weird as examining their chest, head, etc, but not weirder. Slightly weirder trying to remove someone's orange prison pants beneath their shackles, since they are handcuffed and can't remove their own pants. patient was regular, not weird or violent, and that was helpful. Two male genital exams have both been less weird than majority of female exams, but then also less invasive. I hate pelvic exams too.

afternoon spent suture workshop, practice sutures on decomposing pig feet. gross

Day 6 maybe have a cold. Went to capoeira anyway. still really out of shape, so weird to be desperately breathless--for some reason it is so beautiful and i love it, when i think about pts with COPD or intubators, and the reason i can't breathe is because i did 30 cartwheels, not because my lungs are not viable. It is frivolous and i am so grateful for the frivolity, for my health, for breath, which can leave us anytime. we all become patients one day.