Whelp. Three and a half months or so of second year. Despite Thanksgiving break, medical school never stops. I have half a mind, or what’s left after microbiology, to tell it half my mind. Continue reading
From my toddler to medical school days, I can’t remember a time when my Thanksgiving dinner mirrored the normal American affair. Yesterday, this year turned out the same.
Where did we go wrong? Continue reading
Conversations born in front of urinals lend to awkward hilarity. While I don’t partake, neither do I ignore the occasional bathroom story. But only the kind teeming with wisdom and medicine.
A scenario this Saturday, not an exception, made the cut. Continue reading
Fell in love with this dish while doing a gig with my wedding-photographer-by-weekends, software-consultant-on-weekdays dad. Continue reading
If you sneak into Meijer at 10 at night with 10 shoe boxes, you’d better have 10 good explanations!
1. Old St. Nick needs extra help covering third world countries…
2. You’ve a fetish for filling empty boxes.
I could have let it go. I thought about studying. But am I so glad I texted my friend, one who loves spontaneity more than myself, two nights ago. Her movie-theater-turned-giant-church invited everyone to a concert by their hometown guys who made it big. But even yesterday morning, my thoughts remained divided. Will they even need volunteers? Don’t you have a test in a week? Those questions and much studying carried on into the afternoon with songs playing in the background–the very CD on which the tour is based. I clicked the album cover as if shaking a magic eight ball, hoping the outlook was good. A text came from that same friend, Hey, let’s do this. Just show up tonight with me and I’ll get you in to volunteer! Can you meet me at 5:30?
Concert. Study. Concert. Study. Yes, definitely, I promptly replied.
Two of my dear, biology major friends married one another this past weekend. That meant that two of my other sciencey major friends and I skipped south some seven hours, across a time zone, and into Nashville. Our plan? Switch n’ study. To alternate quizzing and driving only seemed logical for one dental and two medical students. But three quarters of the way there, I felt as fresh as when I’d begun my shift at 5:40 AM. Catching up with old lab buddies kept me brighter eyed than any dose of espresso.
Absolutely captivated, I approached the snow leopard, meekly, reverently. The reception at the zoo had already fulfilled my needs of baby animal petting with the kangaroo, fox, and penguin. But here stood a keeper, inviting me to scoop up all four paws of this ball of fur. What me, the wedding photography coordinator? Hold that, one of three-thousand left in the world?! Fifteen seconds of pure ecstasy ensued. His purring in rhythm with my own, I forgot all the camera falls, late groomsmen, wardrobe malfunctions.