Follow Through...with Sparkles

The theme of 2012 is "follow through" - hopefully with glitter and sparkles!

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Best message from the NRMP ever! I’m so excited for Friday to find out where!

Best message from the NRMP ever! I’m so excited for Friday to find out where!

Kind of a momentous moment in an M4’s life…rank list officially certified.
The countdown continues…almost 24 days to go!

Kind of a momentous moment in an M4’s life…rank list officially certified.

The countdown continues…almost 24 days to go!

That really satisfying feeling when you pop a giant pimple…

…and then are left with a red spot on your face for the rest of the night.

Woof.

Surgery, simplified.

And meanwhile on ENT…

Fellow: Can you close? I’m going to sit for a minute.
Me: (terrified expression)
Fellow: When was the last time you sutured?
Me: April?
Fellow: Eh, it’s fine. Go ahead.

Why dating your senior resident is tricky…

(and other musings for a post-ERAS-submission M4)

- I finished my MICU rotation last Friday. On Sunday night, my senior resident and I went out to dinner. And then out again for drinks this Thursday. He’s adorable. And hasn’t called again. (This is why you really shouldn’t date your resident)

- I started ENT this Monday, and it is just very…small. I’m at a children’s hospital, which probably contributes to the “smallness” of the procedures, but I’ve also noticed that the residents speak very quietly and I’m in turn forced to be that annoying medical student who constantly asks - um, what I am looking at? (This is why senioritis setting in so early is bad)

- My cousin is getting married at the end of the month, and my bridesmaid dress is oh! so! pink! Like a pink poof. Of taffeta. (This is why brides should really be much more considerate when choosing dresses?)

- I have a blister on my toe. Ouch.

ERAS. Confirmed. Submitted. Paid.

…and now we wait.

ERAS funnies

Me: What are my hobbies for Eras?

The BFF: Shopping? Drinking Wine?

(Source: wildbreaths)

Overheard in the resident’s lounge…

…I bought a box of plums from Costco and I live alone, so now I have to eat three plums a day or they’ll all go bad.

Ha! Story. Of. My. Life.