The funny thing about becoming a physician is that people never stop asking what you want to be when you grow up. It’s a normal question in high school and college – everyone gets it. Then you get to medical school, and you think, “Finally here! I’m gonna be a DOCTOR when I grow up.”
Hannah and I were talking recently and we came to this conclusion:
Adult life is baloney (bologna?).
Except, if we’re being honest, our version was maybe less PG, more PG-13.
So, I’m on my OB/Gyn rotation right now. On the OB part with the babies. And the thing is that OB’s work a lot. Like…a lot.
The main problem with this is not the loss of sleeping hours, although that is sort of a sad thing. The main problem is that when you get up really early and your day is really long, you’ve created these extra meal times. Continue reading
I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to write this post. A few weeks ago, my college roommate Sarah was in town visiting. Even though it took us awhile to figure out some of our other daily activities (sometimes a challenge to choose an summer activity in Texas that does not involve heatstroke), we obvs knew for sure that we would be baking something. Continue reading
I moved. My friend Cathy (not to be confused with Kate, whom I do not live with despite spending most Monday nights in front of her television) and I moved into a 2 bedroom because did you know that’s cheaper than paying for rent all by yourself? I only took health care economics in college, and we didn’t learn that. (Also don’t ask me any questions about health care economics, because I don’t know the answer.) Continue reading
I had a major revelation a few days ago. Like, this stuff should be sewn on pillows, painted on posters, written in cards. I figured out what true love is.
Whaaaaaat. That sounds so deep. It’s not deep, I promise. There’s all these poems that try to say what love is, lots of songs, probs some drawings or collages or whatever. On the Bachelorette (yes, actually), they say things like, “Love is like these clouds and this is the greatest day of my life.” Or “Love is like this race car and I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions (?)” “Love is like this rug, soft and multicolored and kind of stripe-y.”
Stuff like that. Continue reading