Dude

Have you ever had one of the those moments where you feel completely divorced from your reality? Felt the need to check yourself in the mirror to confirm that, yes, you are indeed the person you thought you were five minutes ago?

I just had one of those moments.

So, I'm sitting at my desk making notes about human multidrug resistant genes and silently cursing UWorld for expecting me to know that the P-glycoprotein it encodes is an ATP-dependant efflux pump protein when the doorbell rings. I grumble, shove my first aid away and pull myself out from the books and notes surrounding the creepy uni-bomber like environment my desk has become.

The mailman is at the door holding a few certified letters. He pauses, looks at me...

Mailman: "Er, how old are you?"

Me: "Me? Uh, I'm 26."

Mailman: "Oh." *another glance* "Ok then."

Me: "Um...why do you ask?"

Mailman: "Well, I didn't think you'd be old enough to sign for these letters."

Me: .... <--not sure how to respond to this

Slightly bemused, I wished him a good day and shut the door. I had to pause and look at myself in the mirror. Yup, still me. Raccoon eyes since I've been pulling fifteen hour study days, wearing the same shirt I wore to bed, jeans, mostly clean since I'd found time to shower recently and, and, I thought I looked my age! Damn. I guess I should take people seriously when they say I look the twin to my sister....who's a decade younger than me. Oi vey.

Dude. In less than two months I'm going to be on the floors starting my clinical rotations and I apparently don't look old enough to sign for a certified letter?!

Completely bizarre I tell you.

*muttering to self, returns to studying*

Listening to: Daft Punk - Rinzler