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about me
name: cara l.c. kawahara
dob: july 22, 1977
(gifts accepted)
birthplace:
honolulu, hawaii
family: dad, mom, 2 brothers, 1 sister-in-law, 1 niece, 2 grandparents, 6 aunts, 8 uncles, 17 cousins, 5 2nd cousins (twin boys on the way will make that 7)

places i've lived:
pearl city, hawaii
eugene, oregon
new orleans, louisiana
metairie, louisiana

schools i've attended:
our savior lutheran preschool
pearl harbor elementary school
highlands intermediate school
pearl city high school
university of oregon
tulane university school of medicine

occupation: medical student
what i want to be when i grow up:
family physician
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Life at Med School
the life of a torn bubble trying to stay afloat

Friday, March 11, 2005

6 more days to go. Yesterday I started to worry about monday (aka unmatch day). I know I should match somewhere but I have a tendency to think of the "what ifs" too much. I relaxed and went to pick up my new jansport toiletry bag (very nice!) Then they sent out an email about the match process and that got me worried again.

On another note, it seems very difficult to find a townhouse in portland. There were some listings but none of them had an enclosed garage. And of course you can't see what the neighborhood as a whole looks like.
~me~ at 7:59 AM

Monday, March 07, 2005

Well, today I went on 3 home visits for my hospice rotation. THe last guy was great. He used to work for NASA on the Saturn 5 project and so while he was telling me all his stories, his wife was talking with the nurse. I almost forgot that he has a pretty rapid growing brain tumor and will die. Kind of sad but for now he can still communicate and walk and still live a functional life. What a depressing way to end my med school career but very insightful. I learned of this program called Visiting Angels. It's paid for by medicaid and these nursing aides will come and sit with the hospice patients, feed them, and help with other daily needs but they can't give any meds which sucks since many of these patients need pain meds but the idea is good. SOmeone to sit and talk with your loved one so you can have some time to work or just rest. It's an alternative of sorts to a nursing home.

Tomorrow is my eye doctor followup appt for my contacts. They're fine. I want to make sure that I'm doing the eye chart thing right because I'm worried that I'm struggling to read the line that isn't 20/20. So I'm going to tell him to point to the 20/20 line and I'll tell him if it's in focus and then he can play with the other lenses. Then I can ignore the other lines. They just confuse me. Pathetic. The glasses are slowly getting better but just don't feel 100% right. Maybe by doing the eye chart differently that will help. Oh and my other gripe with the eye chart is that they don't change the letters between eyes. I'm not dumb, I CAN remember the letters between the eye change so I think I trick myself subconsciously into believing I can see the letters when I really can't. I think I need different letters to look at.
~me~ at 3:57 PM

where have all the monkeys gone?