aaaaaand
I'm sorry I haven't written in four months (June, July, Aug, Sept - yup, four.) I went through a bit of a rough patch, got put back together in the brand, spankin' new Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, had a week's vacation, and then -- poof! -- I'm a second year medical student up to my eyeballs in microbiology.
I started getting more migraines. And more. And more. Being in the dark, horizontal and quiet, was preferable to being on my bike, or eating ice cream or ... anything, really. I was really scared. I was really not fun to be around.
I started a blog called La Migraineuse to try make it all make sense. I discovered a whole online migraine community, but I don't really know where I fit in it, or where I want to fit in it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the blog.
Eventually, I ended up in what neurologists call "status migrainosus," which is basically one migraine, all the time. I got admitted to the hospital, and they gave me a three-day infusion of anti-seziure medication.
Everyone had a different name for the treatment -- brain flush, brain rinse, Jiffy Lube for the brain. And it worked. My neurons calmed right down and I spent my days chatting with my dad (who spent the visit on the comfy pull-out couch) and ordering food from "Catering Services."
So ... to catch up:
We moved. We love the Bicycle District. Coffee, ice cream at Scoops, the Bicycle Kitchen, vegan food at Pure Luck and the knowledgeable and attractive staff at Orange 2o Bikes. 1:15 to school if you cheat and take to bus, 1:30 if you go for a morning ride.
We went to Burning Man. No one died. Yay. Dusty pictures of us looking dusty to come.
I survived microbiology ... Return of GI, Endocrine, and Reproductive Medicine. Bwa ha ha.
Things that seem like a good idea after a day of rest after finals:
A Dark Century. 100 miles. At night. Two weeks to train? No problem (?)
Learning how to brew beer. Apparently it's the new knitting.
4 comments:
re: brewing. But the outcome is so much better than a fuzzy hat.
Autumn, it officially became autumn, somewhere in the middle of the night, when I jumped out of bed to shut all the windows and put on a pair of hiking socks, so fuzzy hats beat out pretty much any alcoholic beverage right now. Once I've found my favorite fuzzy hat -- oh, no, MIA! -- Pure Luck has a few autumn beers that looks like they need a taste.
Come on--SoCal doesn't have fall (or really any other season, except some years the rainy one).
Dark century. I like the idea. Might have to try to organize one.
Drew!?! Thanks for reading. Now you're my third fan, after my grandma.
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