I Pity The Fool

Today, I discovered that I can, if necessary, get ready for work in 20 minutes.

Unfortunately, I woke up just 3 minutes before I needed to leave…

Hello, all.

Yes, I’ve been rather reticent of late.  The idea of "If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all," usually doesn’t stop me.  It’s more that I am just tired of hearing myself complain, and this makes me hibernate a bit from comunication…

Long story short, my internship continues to throw those curve balls.  Just when I think, "Okay, this is not great, but I’m getting used to it and I can handle another few months of this as is," it actually gets worse.  It gets worse.

I will spare you (and myself) from further elaboration.  If you’ve even read this far, bless you.  If you feel like contacting me with some comfort or inspiration, feel free.  If for whatever reason, you’re still jonesing for some extemporaneous writing from me, you can find some here (in the comments section).  Only read it if you care a lot about museums, though.  The rest of you intellectual troglodytes (KIDDING- would I insult my own audience???) will have to wait…

I haven’t posted in a while, partially because I was just on vacation and barely had time because of all the riotous sweet sweet fun in which I was engaged.  I think I came up with a highly amusing title for my Big Comeback post on the plane last night, but alas, it skittered across my memory into the void, like so many other sunspots of momentary genius.

I had a fabulous trip to Chicago, visiting my good friend Little Lisa.  Our divertissements ranged from low to highbrow, and a good time was had by all.  These included a short-lived hot dog tasting tour of Des Plaines (I got too full after downing a chili dog at the first place, Paradise Pup, and so I only got these little tamales at the second place, Superdawg), a tiki bar, a science and technology museum that’s like the NY Hall of Science on steroids, a trip to see the Chicago Symphony Orchestra (Webern’s Passacaglia, Debussy’s La mer, and Beethoven’s 7th), and the first Catholic mass I’ve been to in possibly 15 years (not counting funerals). 

Overall, it was a satisfying sojourn and a restful respite from certain goings-on here in the clinical pit.  I might add that upon my return this morning, I was greeted by an instant headache, a remarkable large filing cabinet dumped unceremoniously behind my chair (in what, as you know, is a miniscule office), and a rather concerning voicemail from the mother of one of my patients.  Oh, and two e-mails from GodzillaBoss, which clearly indicated that he’d forgotten I was on APPROVED vacation, and was in the process of getting dangerously angry at me for being MIA before someone reminded him…

8 1/2 months down, 3 1/2 to go.

I was about to write something else, but then I got a phone call and now I can’t remember what that was either.  Oh, I think it was that I took lots of photos.  Seriously, like 200.  Is it a good thing or a bad thing to equip someone like me with a digital camera?  I’d say good, because it’s actually easier for me to edit and select shots.  Don’t worry, none of you will be subjected to more than 190 or so.