What?! I haven't posted in a month. Wherever did the time go? Med school: C'est la vie. Fortunately it is quite easy to recap my past month.
Procrastinate
Procrastinate
Procrastinate
Attempt to Study
Fall Asleep Instead
Freak out about not studying
Study like crazy as to not fail
It's all good. P = MD.
More seriously though, I have been working on the whole having-a-life-while-being-a-med-student thing. In between memorizing blood counts for different leukemias I made time to go visit the good ole college roommate and baker extraordinaire, TPizzle. She just moved to a new apartment. I suggested we go to the Brooklyn Flea to shop for unique little pieces for her new place. This ended up being a bit of a flop because 1. I'm terrible at NYC geography and Brooklyn is not really near said new apartment and the subway isn't very good for transporting furniture or other goods 2. I ended up in a not so great part of Brooklyn navigating the subway system 3. The Brooklyn Flea is full of really cool and ridiculously overpriced stuff. Damn hipsters. The good news, I basically made this into a Kate and Tara meet sort of thing because when you love two people, they might just love each other. We had fun anyway, exploring Brooklyn, it's farmers markets, it's charm, it's personality, it's FOOD! Also, overshooting my destination on the subway ran me into a couple that looked even more out of place than me: a sweet husband and wife from Oklahoma looking for Battery Park.They looked like they had just stepped off a cruise ship- and indeed they had! I helped them navigate back to NYC and had a lovely chat while waiting about how my boyfriend is from Oklahoma. Those of you that know me are scratching your heads. Okay, maybe I exaggerated and my boyfriend only lived the first year of his life in Oklahoma before moving to Michigan but that accent is surely from the Sooner State! And of course the other wonderfulness that came out of this: deliciousness. We went to a meatball place and the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop. That meatball place sounds a lot raunchier when put in the same sentence as Big Gay... The meatballs were quite tasty. I attempted to ask the waiter with a straight face "How big are your balls" but it just came out between hysterical laughs.
And at Big Gay, well things weren't as flamboyant as we'd hoped but the Salty Pimp- vanilla soft serve with sea salt, caramel, and chocolate shell was mouthwatering orgasmicness. But once again, I wasn't eating it so much as catching the drips and attempting to not make a mess (fail).
The day was made even sweeter at 2 pm when I received a phone call from my other half who informed me he was driving to the east coast and would see me "at the other 2". There was a small dance party that then took place in the middle of the Buffalo Exchange Thrift Store. We should back up to put this happiness in context.
The entire story of my other half deserves a novel but in recent history, B is a Caribbean medical student. His entire career has been riding on a comprehensive exam which he had to pass to continue on to third year. We spent three months apart this summer as he studied to save his life as we all cheered (quietly) in the background. He was at home in Michigan while I traveled the world and taught summer camp. He took his test but was still anxiously waiting the test results. I thought he might surprise me by flying here immediately after taking the test but he mostly sat at home, distraught, convincing himself that he had failed. BUT, he called two days later and drove to see me- over a 12 hour drive. Long story short, we of course had to to to NYC again when he came because Midwestern boy loves some big buildings. We lit candles in St. Patrick's and sipped Sangria in little Italy and later in the week found out he passed his test by a long shot.
We screamed and laughed and cried and then drove out the Michigan to share the good news with his mom. Highlights of the weekend include delicious home cooked meals, doggies, the lake (even though it was cold), and a fabulous antique store that put the Brooklyn Flea to shame. Steals: vintage suitcase: $8; vintage carry-on: $6; handkerchiefs: $1-2each; necklace: $1. B went back this week and picked up a big wooden trunk to use as a tv stand, a type set drawer, an old clock, and a big blue bottle (pictures to come in the future). As he drove me to the airport I realized how in love with Michigan I am and the large expanses of land full of golden rod.
Michigan, I'll be back soon! The trip back involved 3 hours of sleep, a shuttle, a plane, a bus, the subway, and NJ Transit. Back to the grind.
This weekend involved Mom's Birthday celebration and the 150th anniversary of my church.
Both B and I have been having trouble sitting down to study. He's calling it PTSD. It is difficult to make yourself sit down and study when that is all you have been doing. This of course is much worse for B, who needs to be studying for the boards. Meanwhile neuro is probably kicking my butt, but I wouldn't know; I am proactively procrastinating (does that even make sense). Exhibit A: I'm sitting in a lecture right now. They can require me to go but they can't require that I pay attention!
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| Classic Tara Smirk on the right |
And at Big Gay, well things weren't as flamboyant as we'd hoped but the Salty Pimp- vanilla soft serve with sea salt, caramel, and chocolate shell was mouthwatering orgasmicness. But once again, I wasn't eating it so much as catching the drips and attempting to not make a mess (fail).
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| Defensive Eating, Take Two |
The day was made even sweeter at 2 pm when I received a phone call from my other half who informed me he was driving to the east coast and would see me "at the other 2". There was a small dance party that then took place in the middle of the Buffalo Exchange Thrift Store. We should back up to put this happiness in context.
The entire story of my other half deserves a novel but in recent history, B is a Caribbean medical student. His entire career has been riding on a comprehensive exam which he had to pass to continue on to third year. We spent three months apart this summer as he studied to save his life as we all cheered (quietly) in the background. He was at home in Michigan while I traveled the world and taught summer camp. He took his test but was still anxiously waiting the test results. I thought he might surprise me by flying here immediately after taking the test but he mostly sat at home, distraught, convincing himself that he had failed. BUT, he called two days later and drove to see me- over a 12 hour drive. Long story short, we of course had to to to NYC again when he came because Midwestern boy loves some big buildings. We lit candles in St. Patrick's and sipped Sangria in little Italy and later in the week found out he passed his test by a long shot.
We screamed and laughed and cried and then drove out the Michigan to share the good news with his mom. Highlights of the weekend include delicious home cooked meals, doggies, the lake (even though it was cold), and a fabulous antique store that put the Brooklyn Flea to shame. Steals: vintage suitcase: $8; vintage carry-on: $6; handkerchiefs: $1-2each; necklace: $1. B went back this week and picked up a big wooden trunk to use as a tv stand, a type set drawer, an old clock, and a big blue bottle (pictures to come in the future). As he drove me to the airport I realized how in love with Michigan I am and the large expanses of land full of golden rod.
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| This dog is evil |
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| Owners and their dogs start to look alike... |
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| Camera in Cooler = Good Kayak Safety Measures |
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| Beagle Love |
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| feel free to throw up a little at the cuteness |
Michigan, I'll be back soon! The trip back involved 3 hours of sleep, a shuttle, a plane, a bus, the subway, and NJ Transit. Back to the grind.
This weekend involved Mom's Birthday celebration and the 150th anniversary of my church.
Both B and I have been having trouble sitting down to study. He's calling it PTSD. It is difficult to make yourself sit down and study when that is all you have been doing. This of course is much worse for B, who needs to be studying for the boards. Meanwhile neuro is probably kicking my butt, but I wouldn't know; I am proactively procrastinating (does that even make sense). Exhibit A: I'm sitting in a lecture right now. They can require me to go but they can't require that I pay attention!
I am playing catch up on the blog since I have been ooggling your New Year's resolution.
ReplyDeleteP.S. i just threw up a little at the cuteness.
Ha. Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it. It has been a little bigger on an undertaking than I thought it would be.
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