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I am over paediatrics and it's been a week. This is probably because none of the lecturers have been much good except the guy who went on about fractures for ages, and it's fucking cold outside and really warm in the tiny videoconferencing room and I am seriously this close to just falling asleep against the wall and answering all questions directed at me with a snore or a light stream of drool.
I'm drinking mocha, but part of me is trying to feel guilty about it, because yesterday we had the chronic diseases lecture about the skyrocketing rates of juvenile diabetes and the way our society increasingly makes healthy food/healthy amounts of activity really difficult to obtain and how much more awesome lifestyle interventions would be if the social environment in which the changes should be made were even slightly interested in facilitating those changes...
and I'm like, MAN I COULD DO WITH SOME MCNUGGETS RIGHT NOW.
Relatedly: I am trying so hard to be on guard against the fatphobia that medical school instills in a person, and I'm coming to the conclusion it's all about separating personhood from medical fact. It's about being honest with people about the increased complication rates following surgery, but refusing to participate in conversations that involve the word 'disgusting' as applied to fat people. It's about knowing that obesity is a risk factor for insulin resistance and hypertension and high cholesterol, and being conscientious about monitoring these things, but not getting hung up on weight if a fat person is actually pretty damn healthy. It's about trying not to kick my colleagues in the teeth when they reduce the problem to 'well, if they just ate less crap and got off their asses once in a while...' It's about the fine line between doing and saying things out of genuine desire to improve someone's health, and doing and saying them because you just don't think they should be FAT, because EW.
In this as in many other things, I think it comes down to a test of basic human decency, ie. does this thing you're about to say make you sound like a dickhead, Y/N? If Y -> DON'T SAY IT. You can teach students about the increased difficulty of operating on people with a large body habitus without making it into a game of GUESS THEIR BMI complete with horrified noises upon being given the answer.
Anyway.
BORED. BORED BORED. Save me from drooling indignity: say hi if you're around. Tell me something fun.
I'm drinking mocha, but part of me is trying to feel guilty about it, because yesterday we had the chronic diseases lecture about the skyrocketing rates of juvenile diabetes and the way our society increasingly makes healthy food/healthy amounts of activity really difficult to obtain and how much more awesome lifestyle interventions would be if the social environment in which the changes should be made were even slightly interested in facilitating those changes...
and I'm like, MAN I COULD DO WITH SOME MCNUGGETS RIGHT NOW.
Relatedly: I am trying so hard to be on guard against the fatphobia that medical school instills in a person, and I'm coming to the conclusion it's all about separating personhood from medical fact. It's about being honest with people about the increased complication rates following surgery, but refusing to participate in conversations that involve the word 'disgusting' as applied to fat people. It's about knowing that obesity is a risk factor for insulin resistance and hypertension and high cholesterol, and being conscientious about monitoring these things, but not getting hung up on weight if a fat person is actually pretty damn healthy. It's about trying not to kick my colleagues in the teeth when they reduce the problem to 'well, if they just ate less crap and got off their asses once in a while...' It's about the fine line between doing and saying things out of genuine desire to improve someone's health, and doing and saying them because you just don't think they should be FAT, because EW.
In this as in many other things, I think it comes down to a test of basic human decency, ie. does this thing you're about to say make you sound like a dickhead, Y/N? If Y -> DON'T SAY IT. You can teach students about the increased difficulty of operating on people with a large body habitus without making it into a game of GUESS THEIR BMI complete with horrified noises upon being given the answer.
Anyway.
BORED. BORED BORED. Save me from drooling indignity: say hi if you're around. Tell me something fun.
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But I can't do fun, I don't think. Stayed up until 4:30am, and graaaaaaaaah, Frar, I want my writing muse to SHUT. UP. and stop...coming up with ideas. It's ridiculous. Particularly as Avatar (aliens, not airbenders) doesn't have a very large reading/writing fandom ANYWAY, and I go and do things like 'um, guys, this is kinda racist and unfortunate implications, why can't we fix' and they are all 'IT'S ALL GENIUS NO RACISM AT ALL THE NA'VI ARE PURE' and it makes me sad. And I'm rambling, so I'll stop now.
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