What's going on?

It's been a long while since I have posted and I apologize to my loyal fan for that. But you've got to understand that I've become the laziest person in the world. I work hard at the hospital so when I come home, I don't want to do anything.

Here is my daily schedule: get up at 5 am, at the hospital at 5:30, work until about 5 or 6 pm, come home, eat dinner, watch a little tv, start yawning, fall asleep by 10. Yes, that is my life. My life is compressed into the 3 or so hours between coming home and falling asleep.

I have some insights about medicine and being an almost-doctor. However, I can't think of any of them now. Will post them as they come back to me.

Week 1

I've survived week one of my surgery rotation and am tired. First day, I felt excited. Second day, I was exhausted. Third day, I was bored. Fourth day, I felt like I could do it. Fifth day, I was just excited for the weekend.

Knee surgery, anyone?

I got knee surgery a few days ago and now I'm sitting on my couch, watching daytime TV with my father while my friends are slaving away in the hospital. Do I feel guilty? Just a smidge, perhaps. However, they can walk and I cannot, so I don't feel too guilty.

I'm back

My vacation started with learning that I have a torn medial meniscus in my knee requiring surgery and ended with getting sick on the plane and taking a full day to recover. Now, I am fine and just glad to not be on a plane, bus, car, boat, or any other form of transportation.

Now, what happened in between?

* Tried to get knee surgery in California, unsuccessfully.
* Tried to get to Cancun, unsuccessfully at first. After a full 12 hours of wrangling with Mexicana Air (NEVER fly them), we get a ticket to Cancun.
* Cancun was absolutely horrendous - tropical rainstorm, hot, humid, dirty, nasty hotel food, going to a nightclub with my parents.
* Get sick on the plane getting back to Boston from Oakland.

Really, I don't know if anything went completely right this break, other than being able to see old friends. Now, I think I need a break from my vacation. Good thing I have knee surgery on Wednesday, technically the first day of my surgery rotations.

I need a break from my break

Since coming to California, I have been trying to get knee surgery done. It was supposed to be easy, and I even had a surgery scheduled, but alas, but bad luck grants me a cancelled operation and another three days of headaches. Now, I will have no surgery, somehow walk around in the hospital with a torn medial meniscus for 6 months, grinning and bearing it.

Times, they are changing

I was looking through my brother's high school yearbook today and looked at what student clubs are on campus. They have a high school republican club. Then I turn the page and find a picture of three boys in tight pants and cowboy hats. Really, did I come from this town?!

Gosh, I feel old

I went out last night to grab dinner and dessert with friends and I came home at midnight and just fell asleep. I felt so old. I can't even stay up past midnight. And my body is falling apart on me. Maybe I am old. I mean, I don't even know my real birthday.

It feels good

California feels good. Granted, it's raining here and rather gloomy, but it feels good. It feels like home.

What doesn't feel good is my knee. I found out after I took my boards that I have a torn medial meniscus that needs surgical removal. Yeah, fun. What's even better is that I'm trying to navigate insurance to get my surgery done in California while I'm here because I will be on crutches for 5 days and limping for 3 weeks - time I cannot afford to take off of my 3rd year rotations.

So, I need to come up with $5,000 or convince my evil HMO (I'm convinced all HMOs are evil) to pay for it.

I'm done!

I just can't believe it. I'm actually done with the boards. I came back to my apartment yesterday after the exam and eating a basketful of fried seafood with a friend who took it with me and was just completely exhausted. Physically drained. So now, I'm awake at 6:30 am because that's what time i woke up yesterday and now I can't get back to bed. I guess I should pack. California, here I come!

3 more days

And the panic attack begins...