any story that starts, “when i was standing on the sidelines at this football game–” is definitely not going to interest me, unless it takes a very unexpected turn and finishes with a celebrity sighting (including which shoes she was wearing). therefore, i do not feel very ‘at home’ in the sports medicine clinic where i had to work today. it’s a small part of the extremely cush adolescent medicine rotation that i’m doing right now, made even smaller by thanksgiving and a cancelled clinic 2 weeks ago. but today i was reminded that i basically would be happy if i never had to do a musculoskeletal exam or investigate a complaint of back pain EVER in my life. i’m 90+% through with medical school, i totally have no concept of how the body fits together in terms of muscles and bones and ligaments and FRANKLY, I DON’T CARE. is that bad?