MedSchoolMonday: Biting update; College w/o Class or Retirement Home

First of all, a quick bite-gate update.  The genius father refused to meet with us and says that he will be calling DSS.  He might belong in the toddler room.  What he hopes to achieve, I’m not sure.  To be honest, I’m scared—our school might become known as the one where toddlers bite.  The horror!  But I hope he tells DSS we said hello.

 

Secondly, in college I remember joking with friends about one day living in a retirement home and experiencing college all over again, just without the class.  In medical school we are assigned a senior mentor (senior as in 65 or older) who we follow for all four years of school, get to know, and they help us learn to do things like a mental status exam.  Well, mine lives in the nicest retirement village I’ve ever seen.

 

These folks just spent 3 million dollars to renovate their “café,” which serves about 10 different options for food (really good food) and also regularly serves alcohol.

 

These folks are in the process of building a new pub, because their old one is too small.

 

These folks have their own indoor pool with gym in the next room over.

 

These folks have their own woodworking shop.

 

These folks have their own physician’s and pharmacist’s office.

 

These folks have their own enormous chapel with a beautifully landscaped courtyard which includes a stone labyrinth. 

 

I can’t imagine what they’re paying to live there, but I do know that they do fundraisers every once in a while to make sure there are funds for those who might run out of money.  One fundraiser they did was a calendar girls of “so and so retirement home.”  My mentor is 84 and was Mrs. July.  She insisted that we look at it.  I’m not going to describe the picture other than to say it included water and bubbles.  Thanks a lot.  Despite being scarred for life, I must admit the calendar was a creative idea.   

 

At any rate, these folks have it pretty good it appear; the more I think about it, it’s a heck of a lot better than college.  37 years until Dorothy and I can move in.  Anyone want to join us?

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3 Responses

  1. i wanna come!

  2. russ, this is a great post! my PC friends and i always said the same thing…what does that say about PC? a question: what does one have to do to qualify to be a mentor-are these people doctors or just old people? i’m confused

    elizabeth

  3. Sorry about that. It’s just older folks from the community who volunteer to do it. My guess is that the program is closely tied with the fundraising goals of MUSC.

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