definitely out of titles
thankfully i'll be in sudan shortly and my internet access (or lack thereof) will force my mother to have to come up with clever titles when she posts my emails.
Quote of the day: "eight thousand people die from AIDS every day because treating them is not 'cost effective'" -a poster on the wall here at msf
Observation of the day: trying to type on a french keyboard is about as much fun as having a root canal (sorry dad, but it's not like you think people enjoy those visits to your office, right?)
Question of the day: how is it possible for people to live in geneva, the city of chocolate, bread and cheese, and not weigh 500 pounds and have to be moved with cranes?
so i'm just killing time right now, waiting for my daily onslaught of meetings and information to start. i just had a checkup at the hospital to get my diploma saying i'm healthy enough to go on this trip. i have to say, european doctors have quite a different approach to performing check-ups. i definitely felt that she, at the very least, should have taken me for dinner and a movie first. oooh, there's a very pregnant woman standing beside me and it's taking some serious self-control to not reach over and palpate her large belly. and now she's drinking a coke- that's awesome. if she lights up i am no longer going to be responsible for my actions. dad, you'd still wire me bail money after that root canal comment, right?
seeing as how i'm saying nothing of interest (to you, or to me) i'm going to end this. my friend, efrat, is coming to geneva to hang out with me tonight and tomorrow, which so rules. maybe i'll get a chance to enjoy geneva for a moment, rather than forever associating it with endless meetings and videos on such uplifting topics as genocide and female circumcision.
au revoir...
Quote of the day: "eight thousand people die from AIDS every day because treating them is not 'cost effective'" -a poster on the wall here at msf
Observation of the day: trying to type on a french keyboard is about as much fun as having a root canal (sorry dad, but it's not like you think people enjoy those visits to your office, right?)
Question of the day: how is it possible for people to live in geneva, the city of chocolate, bread and cheese, and not weigh 500 pounds and have to be moved with cranes?
so i'm just killing time right now, waiting for my daily onslaught of meetings and information to start. i just had a checkup at the hospital to get my diploma saying i'm healthy enough to go on this trip. i have to say, european doctors have quite a different approach to performing check-ups. i definitely felt that she, at the very least, should have taken me for dinner and a movie first. oooh, there's a very pregnant woman standing beside me and it's taking some serious self-control to not reach over and palpate her large belly. and now she's drinking a coke- that's awesome. if she lights up i am no longer going to be responsible for my actions. dad, you'd still wire me bail money after that root canal comment, right?
seeing as how i'm saying nothing of interest (to you, or to me) i'm going to end this. my friend, efrat, is coming to geneva to hang out with me tonight and tomorrow, which so rules. maybe i'll get a chance to enjoy geneva for a moment, rather than forever associating it with endless meetings and videos on such uplifting topics as genocide and female circumcision.
au revoir...
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