Monday, March 30, 2009

Eww. Gross.

I am so relieved to see that the Word of the Day changed. (Yes, it's called RSS.) There is this cowboy phase in the beginning of medical school where it is cool to pretend that nothing is yucky or freaks you out. I have once again become comfortable with my squeamishness. Yesterday the WotD made my stomach feel funny. Like thinking about s-q-u-i-d.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Uh-oh. Moblog.

I just learned that you can update your blog from your phone. You could do this two years ago, according to the date on the Palm blog archive, but I still had things like a land line back then. Also, I'm doing this in my kitchen, when I could be on the computer in the next room over. I'm just curious if this will do anything to my inconsistent blogging problem.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Spring cleaning

I'm not even going to make excuses this time. I am an inconsistent blogger. I should actually change the title of my blog.

I. am. so. close. to being done with classes. I look both ways when I cross the street. Twice. In the crosswalk. Only when the little green person is on. I eat my steaks well-done. I use lots of hand sanitizer.

June 11th - USMLE Step 1, the boards, The Big Test.

July 6th - First day of surgery rotation.

I've reached a new equilibrium. I am accepting the ups and downs. I lost my phone and someone stole the registration tags off of my car. I discovered that you can get ultra-fine point Sharpies in 24 different colors.

Last week I cried in the parking garage. I could feel the weight of the building, the physical plant of the medical school that had taken a part of me over the last three years. The next day I was euphorically munching on a new recipe for rosemary french fries around a table with friends. (Wait a minute guys, was that really rosemary?)

My back hurts. John is loaning me his Aeron chair. It is yummy.

Lately I find myself surrounded by people having babies and raising kids. They are doing pretty much the most amazing job on earth. Period.

I am not going to kill this basil plant on my desk.