I am the worst blogger ever.
Yesterday, I spent the day overdramatically collapsed on my bed, exhausted after spending the prior two weekends travelling, and the days in between scrambling to finish oral presentations, studying for and completing Step 2 CS, and doing laundry. I was grateful for a day that demanded absolutely nothing of me, and I chose to indulge in absolute nothingness.
But the consequence of my indulgence? I’m now one day late on acknowledging my one year blogiversary!
I can’t believe it’s been one year since I started this, intending to offer stories to family and friends during my third year, when I had few other opportunities to catch up with them. And despite my third year schedule leaving dozens of stories yet to be told, I’ve managed to keep in touch with family and discover a whole community of medical (and other) bloggers, mostly thanks to Medical Mondays.
Special thanks to all of my readers for all the support and encouragement. Looking forward to another awesome year with you!
This morning, I attended an anesthesia resident lecture, led by one of the chief residents with input from a well-respected and extremely knowledgable attending.
And it’s a great educational opportunity and I’m grateful for the opportunity to work with this man… but I’ve spent the first few days of my surgical subspecialty trying to place why his voice sounds so familiar.
And then it hit me. He sounds exactly like:
And now I have to spend the remaining 1.5 weeks trying not to giggle at the image of Puss in Boots as an attending.
…life as a fourth year is SO hard.
“It’s your last day, right?” Dr. Family asked as we entered her office to start our lunch break. “I think it’s time to teach you how to balance work with real life. Come on.”
I tossed my stethoscope aside and scurried to catch up with her as she wordlessly exited her office and led me to her car. As she placed the keys into the ignition, the chorus of Nelly’s “Ride Wit Me” blasted through the car, and I stifled a giggle at the thought of my attending jamming out on her way to work.
“Are you up for ice cream for lunch? We can eat it on the beach…”
Ice cream? Beach? Now this is my kind of lesson.
And for thirty lovely, relaxing minutes on the sunny, warm waterfront, we indulged in peanut butter fudge ice cream.
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