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Fat - 2005-01-27

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2002-09-13

I think my dad and I purposely do things to frustrate the other person. I was reading a magazine tonight, waiting for him to finish watering the grass so we could go out for dinner. Right when he came in, he yelled, "C'mon Sufu, let's go!" Uh, why is he yelling at ME to go when he's the slowpoke? I think he enjoys being the authoritarian (that he's obviously not).

Then we were off to the restaurant and I headed onto the highway. We were going to take the next exit so I decided to shut the windows and turn on the air vent (it was probably only about a minute's drive). After I turned on the air, my dad started touching the vents to feel the temperature. He waved his hands back and forth across the passenger seat vents, then the central vents. Then he waved his hands so more. It was very irritating and I knew exactly what he was feeling for. "I didn't turn on the air conditioning because we're getting off after one exit," I said. "WHY??" he cried out in anger. "IT'S SO HOT IN HERE!" (I swear, I think my dad's menopausal.) Then he harrumphed and opened his window like some little teenage brat. I mean, my mom was sitting right behind him! The 120km/h wind whipping through the open window couldn't have been too pleasant. The point is that I knew he would get annoyed by the lack of air con. I'm so terrible.

Anyway, onto the other chunk of my life, we started our first clinical skills class today. I was super nervous because we actually had to interview a standardized patient (an actor with an elaborate script about their health problem). Luckily, we didn't have to do it individually so there weren't too many dead silences in between the questions. I think this will eventually be fun when my nerves start to calm a bit.

We were told that we are supposed to show good body language, have non-verbal affirmations during the conversation, and seem really interested in the patient. But realistically, whose family doctor is really like that? Not mine, that's for sure! I'm in and out of his office in two minutes flat! Eye contact? Pfft, that's for beginners! And does he ever explain what he thinks is wrong with me? Nope. Just a condescending, "Don't worry, nothing's wrong," and sometimes a prescription if I'm lucky. Sigh. So it seems like it's up to us, the younger generation, to be caring and compassionate and everything that they put on those TV shows, especially when the sappy music starts to play in the background as the patient's dying of lung cancer because his brother won't donate a lung since the bastard slept with his wife. What was I talking about again?

Okay, going to have another stab at this film festival tomorrow. This one had better be good. At least the newspaper gave it a good review. And maybe I'll go do some celebrity hunting in Yorkville. John Cusack, Matt Damon, and Pierce Brosnan are apparently in town! Oh be still, my beating heart!