Resolution is an interesting word. In the obligatory New Year's context, it means a firm decision to do or not do something. But it also denotes the act of solving a problem. It also describes the personality quality of being determined. In medicine, it means the end of disease symptoms. In music, it is when dissonance turns to harmony. In ( Read more... )

So I told Francis how I wish I could make him as happy as he was on the island, and his response was to hold me very tight and tell me he's happier now with me than he ever was then, and that this is just a tough time but that doesn't change how he feels. It made me glad to hear. I know I just exaggerate things emotionally when I'm PMSing, so I'm ( Read more... )

So, I still haven't gotten a blender. But my nutritional plan has been going pretty well so far. I've been eating a LOT more raw food and drinking some fruit smoothies as well. I'm eating a lot of lean protein...if I could afford sashimi every day I'd eat that, but as things are, boiled eggs and turkey bacon are the new staples. I tried canned ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving just came and went, but I didn't need a holiday to provoke a list of things I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for a LOT - my wonderful husband, who is the love and light of my life, my recent prematch at University of Maryland pediatrics, securing me not only a great residency but the potential to have my choice of fellowships when I'm ( Read more... )

I'm writing all of these extra personal statements right now because I'm anticipating having to scramble for a residency. They're not that good...I'm not really trying. I'm kind of just hoping they're acceptable the first time around because I'm not interested in drafts for internal med, family med, psych, etc...it's just too much. But as bad as ( Read more... )

I'm going to piss off a lot of people by writing this, but so it goes ( Read more... )

It's been so long since I sat down to write that I find myself without a starting point. So much has changed, so much has wordlessly passed into memory. I've documented my life in pictures to an extent and the evidence is there. I'm living in an apartment in Brooklyn with my boyfriend. I have friends come over every Saturday for poker and I rarely ( Read more... )

This journal is fast becoming my on-call diaries. Sitting up late at night at the hospital as I round out my 19th hour of the work day inspires some reflection, albeit negative. I'm in week 11 of my 12 week surgery rotation and I'm left with a lot of pretty personal questions that I can't answer but would be foolish to ignore. On the one hand, I ( Read more... )

In all fairness, that was a bad time for me to come back to my blog after a few months of silence. I was just like, "hmm...it's the middle of the night and there is no one awake to listen to me complain, so I'll just do it online. Then I can delude myself into believing that EVERYONE is sympathetically listening to me complain. Great success!" But ( Read more... )

I tried starting a new blog, a new beginning sort of thing. But it just didn't feel right. It felt like leaving home for all the wrong reasons. So I'm back at 4:30 in the morning wanting to rip someone's head off and explaining why here, since I'm pretty sure the anesthesia on call resident has exhausted what sympathy he has already ( Read more... )