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It's been almost two months since I last updated, and I only have a good excuse for 10 of those absentee days.
Sometime in early October, I made a nice little slice into my hand with a bread knife. Unhappily, I neglected to take gory pictures, but I did manage to score 7 sutures. The cut itself wasn't too painful, but man, I forgot how much Lidocaine hurts. I was slicing up some ciabatta and managed to sever the webbing between my left thumb and forefinger. It made for some awkward bandaging, but 'tis all better now. I had a little bit of a contracture afterward for a few days, so I was worried that I wouldn't get my full finger span back for piano-ing, but it's almost back to 100%.
50 book challenge is .... going. I calculated that I should be done with 10 books at this point, but I'm only halfway through #8. I figure that I'll do some good catching up over Thanksgiving and Christmas, when I have nothing to study. I just finished Ender's Game, The Virgin Suicides and two of Ruth Reichl's autobiographies. All good, although I read the second half ot The Virgin Suicides mostly so I could count it as one down. That's a little sad, I guess.
I don't think I mentioned this before, but I've been training for an 8K here in Richmond, and it's fast approaching - Nov. 12th. This is a big deal for me, because running 8K ( = 5 miles) isn't very far for the average in shape person, but it's a lot for someone who abhors running with all her being. I had to take two weeks off from running due to the cut on my hand (I tried running once - just once - while the stitches were still in, and the throbbing after just one mile was enough to convince me that this was a very bad idea. But this past weekend I did my first full-length practice run, and it went very well. I run very slowly compared to the rest of human kind (I'm averaging about 11, 11.5 minutes a mile), but I'M DOING IT, DAMMIT. I have to listen to Science Friday podcasts the whole time just to make me forget how much I hate running. I should probably not ever mention this to patients, huh?
Speaking of medicine. Hold on, when am I ever not speaking of medicine? We finished our endocrine course (gland of the body, for those of you not biologically inclined), and I actually enjoyed myself quite a bit. Scored myself my best test grade yet in med school, and felt like I really understood the subject matter. I will keep this in mind for the future. We're almost done with renal (kidneys) now, and I like it too, but not as much.
Somewhere in mid October, Pat and I hosted our first big party as woman and husband: Oktoberfest2005! I had fun cooking, and I think more than a few people had fun eating and drinking.
311's "Hive" just came on my iPod party shuffle (directly after Alison Krauss), and I realized that it's been 10 years since the blue album came out. Yet I still know every word, and I still think "I'm all up in your mix like f***ing Betty Crocker" is one of my favorite lyrics of all time.
I have been reading everyone's LJs, and I keep intending to comment, but then I feel bad since I haven't updated in so long. So now I give myself permission to comment once again. Beware. Oh, and Happy Halloween!
Sometime in early October, I made a nice little slice into my hand with a bread knife. Unhappily, I neglected to take gory pictures, but I did manage to score 7 sutures. The cut itself wasn't too painful, but man, I forgot how much Lidocaine hurts. I was slicing up some ciabatta and managed to sever the webbing between my left thumb and forefinger. It made for some awkward bandaging, but 'tis all better now. I had a little bit of a contracture afterward for a few days, so I was worried that I wouldn't get my full finger span back for piano-ing, but it's almost back to 100%.
50 book challenge is .... going. I calculated that I should be done with 10 books at this point, but I'm only halfway through #8. I figure that I'll do some good catching up over Thanksgiving and Christmas, when I have nothing to study. I just finished Ender's Game, The Virgin Suicides and two of Ruth Reichl's autobiographies. All good, although I read the second half ot The Virgin Suicides mostly so I could count it as one down. That's a little sad, I guess.
I don't think I mentioned this before, but I've been training for an 8K here in Richmond, and it's fast approaching - Nov. 12th. This is a big deal for me, because running 8K ( = 5 miles) isn't very far for the average in shape person, but it's a lot for someone who abhors running with all her being. I had to take two weeks off from running due to the cut on my hand (I tried running once - just once - while the stitches were still in, and the throbbing after just one mile was enough to convince me that this was a very bad idea. But this past weekend I did my first full-length practice run, and it went very well. I run very slowly compared to the rest of human kind (I'm averaging about 11, 11.5 minutes a mile), but I'M DOING IT, DAMMIT. I have to listen to Science Friday podcasts the whole time just to make me forget how much I hate running. I should probably not ever mention this to patients, huh?
Speaking of medicine. Hold on, when am I ever not speaking of medicine? We finished our endocrine course (gland of the body, for those of you not biologically inclined), and I actually enjoyed myself quite a bit. Scored myself my best test grade yet in med school, and felt like I really understood the subject matter. I will keep this in mind for the future. We're almost done with renal (kidneys) now, and I like it too, but not as much.
Somewhere in mid October, Pat and I hosted our first big party as woman and husband: Oktoberfest2005! I had fun cooking, and I think more than a few people had fun eating and drinking.
311's "Hive" just came on my iPod party shuffle (directly after Alison Krauss), and I realized that it's been 10 years since the blue album came out. Yet I still know every word, and I still think "I'm all up in your mix like f***ing Betty Crocker" is one of my favorite lyrics of all time.
I have been reading everyone's LJs, and I keep intending to comment, but then I feel bad since I haven't updated in so long. So now I give myself permission to comment once again. Beware. Oh, and Happy Halloween!