Enough rambling - my brain is too fuzzy for that. Here are just a few thoughts I'll share from the past two weeks:
Owning a motorcycle is the equivalent of making a death wish. I've seen farm too many life-altering traumas this week resulting from the two-wheeled machine. Of course it doesn't help that people try to operate them either drunk or stoned out of their mind.
"Cool beans" is probably not the appropriate response when you page me at 3am to ask me if a patient can take their home multi-vitamin and I give you a frustrated response. I'm pretty sure the patient is probably sound asleep and not too concerned about their recommended daily allowances of B12 and calcium right at that particular moment.
My normally ravenous hunger completely disappears when working nights. I eat because I know I need to, but the stomach growling and love for my next meal just simply isn't there. "Breakfast" when I wake up in the afternoons is usually a piece of peanut butter toast or smoothie which I force down. "Lunch" is whatever the hospital specialty is at 1am (i.e. nothing good or worthy of consumption). My second "breakfast" before heading home in the mornings is some cereal or yogurt and fruit. Exciting, right? My refrigerator is almost bare with the exception of some eggs, a couple apples, a bag of carrots, and some almond milk.
Boy am I glad the weekend has arrived! Last Friday night I passed out at 10:30pm and didn't wake up until 11am Saturday. This is coming from a girl who has probably never slept in later than 9:30am in my entire life! Hopefully this weekend I can catch up on sleep, yet avoid sleeping the whole weekend away. I've been planning some fun into the weekends, including a co-resident's wedding, a work party at Cantina 1511, and a baby shower.
Today and tomorrow I plan to soak up the early summer sunshine and find the motivation to power through some workouts. My next race is just two weeks away - Tri Latta. And then of course there is an essay I have to write about my individual ability to impact the financial conundrums facing the healthcare industry - a response to "The Bitter Pill" that Times Magazine published several months ago. Sounds riveting, right? Pretty sure that is a hopeless cause . . . both the paper and the healthcare crisis, that is.