Spring break!!

I am back!!
It's been a while, I know. Too much to study, too many miles to run, and well, life.
I've seen lots of patients since I posted last, gone for lots of runs, taken too many tests, drunk too much coffee and stayed up too late, too many nights, studying too many pathways. But today I get to enjoy the exhilarating hiatus of Spring break. Spring break. Med students (first and second years) get a Spring break. Do yall remember that? I had forgotten. What will I do with myself? Yea, I am smiling. What will I do with myself just sounds like an awesome thing to wonder, after not having a moment to spare in the last few weeks. Double workouts? A book a day? A movie a day? A beer a day? Two, THREE beers a day? And to think that in my previous life this was compatible with my occupation...(well, maybe just the workout/beer combo..)
So life is looking good. The sun has been out for the last week or so, and we are in the fifties now. I've run in shorts twice already, and although the weekend is going to be slimy and grey (maybe just to remind me of Oregon), I am really really really happy that the snow is melting. I do need to take my bike out one of these days...or it's going to hurt A LOT in September for the Iroman.

To wrap up the term, I could talk about the amazing (and terribly sad) experiences I've had with my geriatrics patients, I could talk about the night and day contrast between my Biochemistry class and my clinical experiences, or I could even talk some more about nutrition (yawn yawn, I know...).
Instead, I am just going to say that I am very very grateful to be sharing this experience with such an awesome group of people. As things go in med school, I end up spending about 12-14 hours a day with my classmates, more on the week of a test. And most is fun, but some days we have a bad day, and it just so happens that bad days are great to pull people together, and after only seven months in this very cold city, I feel very warm and un-lonely. I can go home and be quiet if I need quietness and silence, but there is certainly always somebody to listen to me rant, tell bad jokes, get coffee, or go for a beer when I need to. And it's only been seven months, and most of these people are more than 10 years younger than me. I certainly was not expecting to make good friends so soon. So yeah. Fifties out. 17 miles tomorrow. Party tonight. Beer. Still miss my friends, but I am very grateful of my new ones, and of life being so generous to me right now.

~e