Fabulous

My co-intern makes fun of me and my strange desire to become a fabulous attending who can take a knife to skin like no other and have an awesome sense of style outside of the OR.  Today, my cheap thrill, was getting to do a minor procedure (meaning it was most likely done with local anesthesia and as an outpatient) in my awesome black patent pointy-toe heels.  Granted, most of it was a lot of suturing for me, but it still kicked ass to do it well and do it in style.

(Obviously, when doing a major case such as taking out someone's colon or a "smaller" case like taking out an appendix, one does *not* wear street clothes/shoes.  Just so ya'll know.)

Quick Update

- I've graduated from med school and will be doing a year of internship in AZ

- I ran a half-marathon (13.1 miles) in 2:22

- I am officially in triple-digit heat here in AZ, which I'll take over 80's with humidity any day.

My first rotation is night float, so my official start is in a week!  At least that's a whole month of getting to wear nothing but scrubs!

Call Me Crazy

I miss studying!  It is the thorn on my side when I'm actually doing it, but I like the purpose-driven aspect of it, having habits where I order *my* drink, sit at *my* table at *my* hot spot for hours on end, looking forward to study breaks every 2 hours.  I was at a coffeeshop earlier and spied a pair of students (probably college or older) who were studying together, multiple books in tow.  Maybe I'm really wanting to postpone entrance into the real world!  Well, soon enough I'll be forcing myself to sit and study for my last set of licensing boards as well as my in-house/in-service exams.  At any rate, I'll be back in KV-MO for the last time (hopefully!) starting tomorrow!

Gym Rant

Well, sort of.  I got myself a membership about 2+ months ago and have been going to the gym about 3-4x/week, not counting the weekly outside long runs that I do.  There are some yummy guys at my gym, which makes it more scenic...haha.  However, the annoying things are still quite prominent:

• girls who wear jewelry to work out:  I have seen girls (and older women!) wear pearl necklaces as they hop on the elliptical...girls with big hoop earrings -- aren't they scared that those things can catch onto something?
• super-skinny guys wearing muscle shirts OR those supertight long-sleeved shirts that look like wetsuits:  what's wrong with wearing a regular t-shirt?
• people who get on the treadmill next to me and start pounding on the damn thing like they were gonna break it:  that just means you're working twice as hard as you need to if you're coming down that loudly
• socialites who take up room on the weight machines:  they sit there and chat with their friends at the gym when I need the machine!  On the same dealio, people who *just sit* on the machine and space out in between sets for five minutes.
• tanorexics, 'roid ragers.  Need I say more?
• people who stand in the gap between my treadmill and their friend's (who's right next to me) and chat, chat, chat -- it makes me more conscious about how close/far I am from the hand rails and how I swing my arms
• ew...people who don't wipe down the equipment after they use it
• high school kids that think the gym is another hangout
• guys who wear casual shoes, like Vans, Converse, (I shudder at the thought of no arch support, that's all) as well as freaking hats (indoors?)
• people who bring reading material -- I think it was Jillian (trainer from the Biggest Loser) who said that if you can read your InStyle Magazine as you're working out, you're not working hard enough.  Once, I saw someone bring their BOARD REVIEW book to the gym!  *rolls eyes*

Okay, rant over.  No more rotations until June, so I have no idea what to do with myself.

The Aftermath

THE MATCH has come and gone, and boy, was it a gigantic pain in the butt.  I'll spare the painful details, but the end result is that I'll be doing a surgical internship in Phoenix, AZ for 1 year.  It is most likely a blessing disguise, another way that God's keeping me in the west coast.  So, from here, I'll be applying for a categorical residency for next year.

To keep it positive, I'll be a mere 5 hour drive on the 10 freeway from home, rent will be cheaper, I can wear flipflops all year long, and the median age is 30.5 (as per Sperling's Best Places site)!  Yay.