Did you know I grew up on a farm? I grew up on a farm so you know, blood, blood doesn’t bother me. I slaughtered a pig once, that’s a lot of blood. Bleeding like a stacked pig, that’s a saying, to bleed like a pig, it means something. But you don’t think of people as having that much blood. You learn in med school how many pints we all have in us, but you don’t realize it until you see it, you don’t get how much blood can escape our bodies. Oh my god, she’s just, she’s like almost anorexic, she’s five pounds. You wouldn’t think she had that much blood in her but she did, she did. Reid’s dead, someone shot her!
My name is April Kepner. I’m 28 years old. I was born on April 23 in Ohio. I’m from Columbus, Ohio. My mom, my mom is a teacher and my dad is a farmer. Corn, he grows corn. Their names are Karen and Joe. I have three sisters, Libby, I’m next and then there’s Kimmie and Alice. I haven’t done anything yet. I’ve barely lived. I’m not finished; no one’s loved me yet. Please, I’m someone’s child, a person. I’m a person.
It’s just been easier to help out with this stuff. It’s easier coming back as that than coming back as the doctor who made a mistake and killed someone, killed someone’s mom. I’m not sure I can be that person. So if you’re not sure that you need me, then maybe I shouldn’t be here.
Now move! Or I will run you down.
When I was little, I ... I wanted a pony too, and you know what happened ... I, uh, worked really hard, and I got one.
Sparkle... that was the name of my pony.
It's weird, it's weird, it's weird. I mean he's old and mean. He's like the Grinch.
You deserve for people to like you.
I missed a little step, one simple step. When we follow the protocols we don't skip steps. People live, simple as that. You know you're right. I probably won't be chief resident, but the checklists work. You can't tell me they don't.
I'm a virgin. That doesn't make it drinks conversation. We all have stuff we don't talk about.
Now move! Or I will run you down.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery
Wow, Trauma Room Barbie.
In my family, I’m the pretty one. You know, my eyes, my smile, my body. You should see me without my shirt on, it’s ridiculous. But my family is smart, driven, crazy over achievers. They look like they’re smart, they don’t look like me, which has its perks, except that my family treated me like I’m pretty. They expected nothing from me, ever. They never pushed me, so I had to push myself, hard. I didn’t tell them I was taking the MCAT until after I aced it. My point is, you can’t just change your hair. You want to be unforgettable. You want to be mousy. You can’t just change your hair. You have to actually change. Just saying.
About the wonders of medicine. About how as surgeons we’re meant to push boundaries and do what no one’s ever done. It’s cheesy what it is. And you hear it enough times at your grandparents dinner table, you can’t help but want to be a surgeon when you grow up.
I hate it when they know I’m related to him. The way they treat me, the way they watch me, as soon as they find out. I know the name has helped but he is not easy, brilliant, but really not easy to be related to.
They’re fighting over me or more the idea of me.
No it’s not a waste. It’s exactly what my grandfather had in mind when he came up with the stupid thing. Find some way to keep surgeons motivated, make them take it to the next level, even if they’re already at the top of their game. That’s exactly what it did today.
Just tell them that he's gonna feel pretty awful. That he lived and his brother died. That every time he feels glad to be alive, he'll hate himself for it. Just tell them to look out for it. He won't want to talk about it, but he'll be glad they know.
Anybody want my soup? It's reminding me of pancreatic fluid.
She's a girl. Girls cry.
We are not close. That is not something we do.
You got to be kidding me with this crap, Lexie. Nobody has just one soul mate. That'd be such a dumb system.
You really want to be dating a guy, two women, and a baby?
In my family, I’m the pretty one. You know, my eyes, my smile, my body. You should see me without my shirt on, it’s ridiculous. But my family is smart, driven, crazy over achievers. They look like they’re smart, they don’t look like me, which has its perks, except that my family treated me like I’m pretty. They expected nothing from me, ever. They never pushed me, so I had to push myself, hard. I didn’t tell them I was taking the MCAT until after I aced it. My point is, you can’t just change your hair. You want to be unforgettable. You want to be mousy. You can’t just change your hair. You have to actually change. Just saying.
About the wonders of medicine. About how as surgeons we’re meant to push boundaries and do what no one’s ever done. It’s cheesy what it is. And you hear it enough times at your grandparents dinner table, you can’t help but want to be a surgeon when you grow up.
I hate it when they know I’m related to him. The way they treat me, the way they watch me, as soon as they find out. I know the name has helped but he is not easy, brilliant, but really not easy to be related to.
They’re fighting over me or more the idea of me.
No it’s not a waste. It’s exactly what my grandfather had in mind when he came up with the stupid thing. Find some way to keep surgeons motivated, make them take it to the next level, even if they’re already at the top of their game. That’s exactly what it did today.
Just tell them that he's gonna feel pretty awful. That he lived and his brother died. That every time he feels glad to be alive, he'll hate himself for it. Just tell them to look out for it. He won't want to talk about it, but he'll be glad they know.
Anybody want my soup? It's reminding me of pancreatic fluid.
She's a girl. Girls cry.
We are not close. That is not something we do.
You got to be kidding me with this crap, Lexie. Nobody has just one soul mate. That'd be such a dumb system.
You really want to be dating a guy, two women, and a baby?
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