Is it sad that as soon as my mom enters the house, all studying atmosphere is completely blown to bits, never to return until the next morning 4 AM when everyone is asleep.
I think in the back of my head, this is why I couldn’t deal with staying at home for my clerkships because you can’t get angry at your mom for being mom.
On a related note, it’s really disturbing (but touching) when a terminally-ill patient tells you that they’ll pray for you to complete medical school and residency.
Cute moment of the day was a woman with C.Diff infection telling us that she’s actually quite vain and wears a wig at home. She would have brought it with her, but was too sick. Gosh. I should have asked what color the wig was.