Do you know what I love most about what I do? Even when I am having a crappy day -- it's raining, no seats on the subway, and of course that tragic optimism that is all too often the only inheritance of youth -- it disappears when I walk into a patient's room. I love the process of taking a history, I love the physical exam maneuvers that coax ( Read more... )

Apparently it was Foxfields yesterday, and here I was wearing a sundress with a cardigan. What is the world coming to?

Today: doing my writeup on the PICU zebra; baking lots o' bread; knitting up a storm. (SO DOMESTIC.)

P.S. TS Eliot lied. 'Tisn't the cruelest month at all! Quite the opposite, in fact.

Just when I was getting nervous about my fourth-year limbo and making contingency plans of head-spinning proportions, everything settled into place. I got into my Master's, registered for my July sub-internship, and met with the Dean, who was surprisingly supportive. She gave me some good tips, named a few potential advisors. My life is falling ( Read more... )

Going down to Virginia for the wedding made me realize a number of things. Primarily, how much I miss Central Virginia in the springtime. As Mike Loew said, Old Rag was right there, looking temptalicious, though I 'spose hiking it in a dress and borrowed heels would have been a Bad Idea ( Read more... )

The good mood which carried me through the weekend (lovely weekend!) now evaporated. Stamford will do that to you. I don't even know what it is about this rotation -- the residents are not mean, the patients are (mostly) responsible.... But every morning I struggle to get up and go to work. Six more days. I haven't felt this way since OB ( Read more... )

I am on an Edna St Vincent Millay streak right now. Bluebeard, and the rest. I like her technique, but I don't feel quite so melancholic as she requires. I suspect the beautiful weather has something to do with it.

In related literary news, reading Dead Souls on the train and greatly enjoying it. Thumbs up, Gogol, and also the dollar carts at ( Read more... )

My income tax this year: ZERO.

I don't think that's ever happened before.

( Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold )

Today, after meeting with our preceptor (who I have decided is batshit crazy), we lunched in the hospital cafeteria, sharing a table with an older couple. They would finish each other's sentences in the adorable way that older couples have. He told us about his service in World War II: lying about his age, landing on on D-Day, being in Paris on ( Read more... )

We were promised a blizzard for the Switch Weekend, and instead we got ... nothing. Sledding in Central Park obviously couldn't happen (dry sledding?), so I am spending this switch weekend curled up in a papasan with a novel (In the Company of the Courtesan, by Sarah Dunant) and a glass of wine (syrah). Not a bad consolation prize.