Yes, that's about
30+ (90 dollars worth) of Naked Juices I bought with leftover meal
tickets at the hospital. They're heavy. The first batch of
16 I got broke the handle of my paper bag. Wah. And while I
was hoarding 16 more bottles into my extra-strength paper bag today,
some crazy cafeteria lady gave me an evil stare and I thought: "B***h,
haven't you ever seen a starving med student loot some nekkid
juices? I earned this, dammit, ONE NAKED JUICE FOR EVERY DAY OF
THE ROTATION."
Heehee.
My roommate opened the fridge this morning and thought "Holy s**t - is
Domi ILL?" He thought I had suddenly come down with dysphagia and
could only subsist on an all-liquid diet. Hahahaha. It's
great: my roommate thinks I have cancer, my boyfriend thinks I have an
eating disorder (half kidding about this), and some of my friends think
I'm a functional bulimic (as in, I don't throw up, but I go for periods
without eating and then eat a lot). I LOVE eating. I
do. I think about food ALL the time. I just like to eat
with people. Don't tell my mom, but some days go by and I just
drink coffee and imbibe these naked juices like they're going out of
style. Mmm yes.
**
I just finished my internal medicine sub-internship!
And I loved it even more than I expected. I have embraced my
inner detail-oriented uptight librarian-ish nerd. I learned so
much and found myself driven by my own curiosity to figure out why
things are the way they are and all that evidence-based goodness.
Oh - and the people are amazing. At least at my institution, many
of the attendings, residents, and interns are so admirable, kind, and well-balanced.
The men are witty, handsome in a non-cocky-way, and devoted to their
families. And the women - wow, what amazing role models:
confident, sharp, warm, and beautiful inside and out. I was so
lucky to be on this great team (it consisted of me the retarded MS4, 2 interns, and a resident) this past month and patients and
residents called us the "Pretty Girls Team" (those are coattails I
don't mind being on )
and the "Power Team." High-five. We discussed residency
applications and NEJM articles and the nordstrom half-yearly sale and
trending troponins in the same breath. They're phenomenal at
their work, yet they're grounded and are in happy functional romantic
relationships. I found myself growing up a lot this June by
observing them and realizing what really matters: this stupid need for
superficial affirmation is getting old - I'll save the neuroses for
work. I want to be happy.
Ironically, I came to this conclusion following an afternoon of
superficial affirmation - on Monday 6/18, I had the worst Monday with
personal-life ickiness and patients crashing around me so I went to the
gym for a swim to cool off in an attempt to feel better after
work. The swim was good, and since the gym is near my apartment,
I defer showering until I get home so I just wear a red sundress to and
from so it's easier to get out of - I was walking home with my
hair pulled back and in sunglasses all damp and this car is turning the
corner and screeches to a halt - a woman rolls down her window and
smiles and shouts out: "God, I HAVE to ask you! Where did you get
that DRESS?" I sheepishly reply, "uh...this is from the
Gap...years ago. I got it on sale." And she's so sweet and
laughs and says: "Oh, that's awesome - you look SO cute in it!"
To which I actually bite my tongue from arguing and say "thank
you." That's right, I can stop traffic. Granted, it was in
a residential neighborhood. In a small city. But to know
that I can work a $19.99 Gap dress reeking of chlorine after a long
crap day where I felt both unwanted and overwelmed - that felt nice.
I like compliments from other women - cause they're never a means to an
end. Ah...but damn all these beautiful girls - they'll only
want to do you dirt
**
What's the huge fuss over the iPhone?
I can't even use my own regular razr cell phone to its full
extent. Have you seen me text message? I take a million
years.
And I loved it even more than I expected. I have embraced my
inner detail-oriented uptight librarian-ish nerd. I learned so
much and found myself driven by my own curiosity to figure out why
things are the way they are and all that evidence-based goodness.
Oh - and the people are amazing. At least at my institution, many
of the attendings, residents, and interns are so admirable, kind, and well-balanced.
The men are witty, handsome in a non-cocky-way, and devoted to their
families. And the women - wow, what amazing role models:
confident, sharp, warm, and beautiful inside and out. I was so
lucky to be on this great team (it consisted of me the retarded MS4, 2 interns, and a resident) this past month and patients and
residents called us the "Pretty Girls Team" (those are coattails I
don't mind being on 
)
and the "Power Team." High-five. We discussed residency
applications and NEJM articles and the nordstrom half-yearly sale and
trending troponins in the same breath. They're phenomenal at
their work, yet they're grounded and are in happy functional romantic
relationships. I found myself growing up a lot this June by
observing them and realizing what really matters: this stupid need for
superficial affirmation is getting old - I'll save the neuroses for
work. I want to be happy. 
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