Being a nonworking doctor in summer makes me ^____________________^
Can I just share my love of summer and summer food with you guys? Because no one here IRL can appreciate it. My local friends are: sleepless from a newborn baby; depressed from chronic pain; unhappy at having to move soon for residency (to Pennsylvania, so I don't envy her); currently too poor to appreciate food. And I feel for them since most of that is probably miserable, so I don't want to be that insensitive bitch crowing about how well things are going.
But I am not miserable. I'm pretty happy.
I am happy that it's not cold anymore, so I no longer want to shove myself full of fat and carbs and trundle off to hibernate. And I'm happy that fruit and vegetables are getting local and cheap again for the season. Food is life, amirite? And I am still really happy not working (missing medicine is an ache that is easily soothed by mint tea and naps and waking up thinking in iambic pentameter for the first time in YEARS, you guys. YEARS. Poetry first thing in the morning. Poetry is life, amirite?). And I'm happy that Matt doesn't have to be gone this entire weekend. And I'm happy that I am finished travelling for a while, because really, that's exhausting. And I'm happy that the LASIK worked perfectly and now I can SEE EVERYTHING. And I maybe, possibly, am becoming hopeful about residency now that it's four days away. Maybe my classmates won't be so bad? Maybe I won't be a total idiot? Maybe it will be okay. It might really be okay. After all, hope is... no?
HOPE IS LIFE AMIRITE
THERE I SAID IT
That's it. Things are good. I've been leaving the patio door open too much and now we have ants, and I sort of care but I also sort of don't. Summer makes me feel healthy and full of energy and like the world is full of good things.
And now I have to go and get recertified in how to bring people of all ages back from recent death.
EDIT: After all of my previous inanity, it just occurred to me that resuscitating someone who was dead is LITERALLY life. That was not planned. I can't decide if that's really funny or if I should smack myself in the face for that one.
But I am not miserable. I'm pretty happy.
I am happy that it's not cold anymore, so I no longer want to shove myself full of fat and carbs and trundle off to hibernate. And I'm happy that fruit and vegetables are getting local and cheap again for the season. Food is life, amirite? And I am still really happy not working (missing medicine is an ache that is easily soothed by mint tea and naps and waking up thinking in iambic pentameter for the first time in YEARS, you guys. YEARS. Poetry first thing in the morning. Poetry is life, amirite?). And I'm happy that Matt doesn't have to be gone this entire weekend. And I'm happy that I am finished travelling for a while, because really, that's exhausting. And I'm happy that the LASIK worked perfectly and now I can SEE EVERYTHING. And I maybe, possibly, am becoming hopeful about residency now that it's four days away. Maybe my classmates won't be so bad? Maybe I won't be a total idiot? Maybe it will be okay. It might really be okay. After all, hope is... no?
HOPE IS LIFE AMIRITE
THERE I SAID IT
That's it. Things are good. I've been leaving the patio door open too much and now we have ants, and I sort of care but I also sort of don't. Summer makes me feel healthy and full of energy and like the world is full of good things.
And now I have to go and get recertified in how to bring people of all ages back from recent death.
EDIT: After all of my previous inanity, it just occurred to me that resuscitating someone who was dead is LITERALLY life. That was not planned. I can't decide if that's really funny or if I should smack myself in the face for that one.