adventures in mona

small town. one stop sign. a lake. a rope swing. good times.

Chief complaint? Soar Throaught. Do you also happen to be lack toast and tolerant? oh good.

The last several months I've had the opportunity to work at the BYU Student Health Center and the Missionary Training Center Health Clinic. These are a few of my favorite things: playing medical charades with foreign missionaries (one time i guessed hyperthyroidism), making so much gatorade it matches my body weight (and having my gatorade making technique critiqued by dr. brown about 5 times), positive ID strep tests (I live for that little blue line), learning how to do UA dips, well baby checks, desperate attempts to avoid being leaked on by little boys, putting together scrub outfits, telling missionaries my Kleenex joke, reading my astrological report in Bulgarian, watching bizarre news clips with my favorite nurse Connie, fake arguments with the radiologist Skip, picking all the good flavors out of the DumDum bags, sneaking letters into the MTC post office, talking to missionary converts, learning random phrases in Russian, teaching elders how to say "what's the hap" in Japanese and "I am a pineapple" in French (both extremely useful), winning a medal of honor from Elder Yarrington, popcorn Fridays with Ellen, mastering the art of taking blood pressures, improving my weight estimating skills, the tedious job of filling many many many plastic baggies with salt (i try not to lick my fingers...), malaria prophylaxis check ins and the patient who thought I told him to "shut up" (I actually said...shoot up and not in reference to drugs, in reference to his blood pressure).