Thursday, August 31, 2006

Surviving Ernesto.....

Here's the satellite image of Ernesto as he sits right off the coast, slowly moving northward. I've gotten a few calls from concerned family worried about the weather here. Well, most of them were from my Dad, but a little while ago, my brother, Austin, called on his drive up to Indiana, where he goes to college. Basically, all we've gotten so far is rain. There are occasionally gusts of wind, but mostly it's just been sprinkling for most of the day. So far, the flooding isn't too bad, but the big puddle I photographed here is slowly accumulating, and I suspect will get very large before the day is over. The rain did pick up a little while ago. Unfortunately for me this coincided with the time the coffee shop where I was studying decided to close for the day worried about the weather getting worse. So I had to walk home in a steady rain. Thankfully, I was wearing my Marmot Precip jacket, which is this great, lightweight raincoat that keeps me very, very dry. At least, it keeps the parts of me that are covered by the jacket dry. Unlike my pants. Which are now fairly wet in the front. For walking around in a near-tropical storm, I also recommend just wearing some flip flops. This doesn't sound like too good an idea, but it's not cold here, and it doesn't matter if they get wet. Plus they will dry quickly. Umbrellas, on the other hand, are not such a great idea, at least when the winds pick up. The rain just blows in underneath, and then the umbrella can get turned inside out. (This does actually happen in real life, not just in cartoons.) Other good ideas.....when walking along the sidewalk, try to stay as far from the road as possible. The huge puddles that accumulate at the edge of the road often get sprayed outward by passing cards, and if you aren't will get soaked. (Yet another phenomenon that actually happens in real life, not just in cartoons or movies where someone is having an incredibly bad day.)

Or you could just ignore my advice and talk to this guy I saw walking on my way home. He was walking along the sidewalk, dressed only in his WETSUIT. He was also carrying some coffee. On yeah...he, too, was wearing some flip flops. I guess you can't be too prepared.....

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Yummy Dinner

One of the most used wedding gifts I got (besides our dishes, I guess), is this great cookbook called How to Cook Everything by Mark Bittman. (I'd add a link here if my computer would let me paste the amazon page. Sadly, it's not to be.) Almost any recipe I'd like to know how to make is in here. Dinner Rolls? check. Guacamole? Double Check. Pad thai? Yes, even that. My husband even enjoys reading it. The beginning of each section has an informative part that talks about basics of whatever section you are in. Many recipes also contain variations at the end, so it is a good way to learn how to modify recipes based on what you like or have in your kitchen.

One of our favorite recipes in here is quite simple, but very tasty. It's called Onion pasta with linguine. Basically, you cut up 5 or 6 onions in thin slices. Then put them in a warm, dry skillet. Cook them, stirring often, and they will slowly give up their liquid and begin to turn brown. This takes 20-30 minutes. When they start to stick to the pan, add 1/3c. olive oil (I've used less here if you want to make it a little lighter). Then add plenty of salt and pepper to taste.

While the onions are cooking, put water on to boil and add your favorite pasta. I've started using whole wheat pasta because it's a little healthier..

When pasta is done and the onions are all brown and sweet, mix together and add some parmesan cheese.


It does take a while to cook the onions, but you can always do some house work or something while they cook. (That's what I did when I made this a few nights ago.) And it's a nice change from the normal pasta with red sauce, but is exceedingly simple and pretty cheap. Add a nice salad maybe made with some spinach and you have a great, healthy meal!

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Saturday, August 26, 2006

When it rains in Charleston....

Charleston, the beloved city in which we live, was basically built AT sea level. Thankfully, unlike New Orleans, it is not built below sea level, but as I write to you I am sitting at approximately 22 ft. above sea level. And since this is one of the oldest cities in America, the drainage system is not exactly what one might call "state of the art." Unless possibly you are referring to the old colony formerly known as "Carolina," which was first settled in 1670. It was possibly state of the art then.

All that to say...when it rains in Charleston at high tide, you get floods. Thursday morning it rained right at high tide and parts of downtown were flooded all day. The photo above is of Hwy. 17, a major thoroughfare through Charleston, and the water was that deep almost all day. Traffic was horrendous, and there were cars stalled out everywhere.

The parking lot at Jeff's bank was so flooded they actually considered closing the bank since it was hard for anyone to actually get to the door. I was hoping to get out of the house a little more on Thursday since some good friend loaned us their laptop for me to use, but I didn't because I was worried about our little honda making it through the deep water present in some areas of town.

One time when my Dad was in school here, his classmates actually paddled a canoe to class, it was so bad. Thankfully, the street right in front of our house has yet to flood bad, which is a relief whenever hurricane season starts.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Swimming: The Introverts workout of choice

For about the last two months I've been pretty good about going to the gym regularly. I started with a week or two in the cardio room, mostly on the stationary bike. Then I got back into swimming. I love swimming. I swam a lot in seminary, and I've recently remembered how much I enjoy it. But alas, today the pool was closed because of a "chemical imbalance." I've had a few friends claim the same thing, and its probably for the best to stay away from the pool on days like this, I don't want to be there when it has a breakdown.

So Aubrey and I were both forced to go back to the cardio room for our workouts. It poured rain all day, so doing something outside was not an option. I got back on the stationary bike today, and suddenly it all came together, and I realized why I like swimming so much. Its the perfect workout for introverts. There I was in the cardio room. It was pretty busy today, with the rain and all. People chatting all around me, Annoying Gym Guy two bikes down from me huffing and puffing unnecesarrily loudly, the spinning class right in front of me watching their video of the tour de france (at least I assume it was le tour, are there any other bike races in the world that get televised?), and everyone just being all self conscious. The guy on the bike next to me annoyed me too, but I'm not sure why. And some people just need to be told that a tank top and spandex don't work with their body type. But when I swim, none of these things bother me! For one thing, there are not nearly as many people in the pool room, and the ones who are their have their mouths under water, so nobody's talking, and its nice and quiet. Secondly, I get to claim a whole section of pool as my own, 25 meters long, and 2 meters or so wide, is all my territory, no one else can invade my private little pool kingdom. Thirdly, after a while my goggles fog up, and without my glasses I can't see a thing anyway, so its like the whole pool room is mine, I sure don't see anyone else in there. (Sometimes my friend Erin shares the pool room with me, and she has to identify herself when she sees me, cause I can't tell who she is without my glasses.)

There are other reasons to love swimming, such as the fact that I love the smell of chlorine, I don't know why, but I do. I've never smelled a pleasant smell in the cardio room. Also you don't need to shower after swimming, cause its like working out in the shower. I don't think swimmers are as pretentious either. I always feel like everyone in the cardio room wants you to look at them, wearing them spandex, holding their 3 pound wieghts in each hand while they walk. Swimming releases natural mellowing agents, that help people relax, and feel good about life. The cardio room does the opposite.

All in all, I recommend swimming. Just don't invade my little pool kingdom.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Good medical school story today I heard probably the best medical school anecdote that has happened to someone I know.

My friend, Anil, is just finishing up his ER rotation. The other night, he went in to see this patient, a lady, who came in with some back pain and basically just mild abdominal discomfort. A trauma had come in around the same time, so most of the other nurses and the residents and doctors were all involved with the trauma. So the lowly fourth year gets to go and see the non-emergent case. He starts asking her lots of questions, thinking maybe she had some kind of urinary tract infection. All of a sudden, during the interview, she grabs her stomach, moaning and crying in pain, and says something like, "I'm really hurting. Can you look down there?" (I guess she had put on a gown or something.)

So Anil obliges and takes a look down at her nether regions. And he sees something. First he thinks, "Is that a prolapsed uterus?" And then, "No. OH MY GOSH it's a HEAD!!!

He then (as calmly as possible) says to the lady, "Ma'am, did you know you were having a baby?" She says no, then kind of freaks out and stands up. At which point the baby FELL OUT on the FLOOR. No kidding.

So he of course picks up the baby, holding the umbilical cord, and frantically gets the attention of a nurse, who finds the attending and gets him some help.

Apparently, the lady DIDN'T KNOW she was pregnant. And she had like 6 or 7 other kids. Even though I've never been pregnant, I just do not know how that could happen.

The lady, by the way, was fine, as was her baby girl, even after falling on the floor. My friend told me she was one of the cutest babies he had ever seen.

I wish something this exciting had happened to me while I worked the ER. The most exciting thing I got to do was sew up a toe. It doesn't really compare.

works for me (and also for my mom)

One freezer item I have found I always want to have is frozen bread dough. I buy whatever brand I can find at the grocery store, but here is a good option. This bread dough is extremely versatile. I usually thaw it out during the day and then make either regular pizza or the dish my mom made that she always called pizza bread. (Think Calzone.) Monday night, I had some leftovers I wanted to use for dinner. These included: cooked chicken with greek spices, feta cheese, pesto leftover from when I made these, tomato sauce, and some veggies. (Now you are probably thinking that this seems like a very random assortment of things to use in one meal, but trust me, it can be done.) So around lunchtime, I got out the frozen loaf and let it thaw and rise. During this time, I studied, read some blogs, and even went to the gym. By the time I got home, the bread was thawed, had risen, and was ready to use.

So I made pizza. On one third I put the pesto sauce and cut up some tomatoes I just brought back from my mom's garden plus some chicken. The middle third I put a little olive oil on and then added chicken, the feta cheese, more tomatoes, onions, and bell pepper. The final third I used the tomato sauce plus some more of the onions and pepper and also pepperoni. (My husband has a thing for pepperoni.) I topped the first and last thirds with shredded cheese. Then cooked for 15-20 minutes at 350. Above are photos of what the pizza looked like, pre- and post-cheese.

The dough can also be used to make pizza bread as I mentioned before, which is basically the same thing as the pizza, but you roll it all up inside, like calzone.

My mom is well known for the wonderful bread she makes to go with dinner. She also uses the frozen bread dough. (I don't think I'm giving away any big secret here.) She will slice up the dough while it is still a little frozen, roll it in some butter and sprinkle it with garlic powder or garlic salt. Then she puts it in pans and lets it rise the rest of the way and then cooks it until it is brown on top. This is extremely tasty and quicker than making rolls from scratch. Although I've never done it, you can also use it to make cinnamon rolls, or just cook it for plain bread.

An easy meal, made mostly with leftovers in only a few minutes!!

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

it's too hot to run

Normally in the afternoon these days, I like to go to the gym. During the fall and winter, I'm much more likely to go run, but this summer has been especially hot, so I've been doing most of my working out indoors. Today, when I got to the gym, I saw that the gym was closed all afternoon today because of faculty convocation. (Why they have to close the cardio room, I'm not sure, since I don't think any part of the convocation will involve elliptical machines or treadmills.)

So instead of going to the gym, I thought, "It's not THAT hot out here. I can run in this."

No. Bad, Aubrey.

I just got back from one of my hottest runs ever. Ugg. I wanted to take a cold shower, but around here since it's so hot outside that the water is really only cold for the first 3 minutes or so. Then it just gets lukewarm.

It was so bad, when I ran into a friend from church who was shopping with her 7-month old daughter, I swear the baby looked at me and thought, "what an idiot. Even I know Charleston is not the kind of city where you go running at 3:30 in the summer." I think she may have even been laughing at me.


Jeff and I had a great weekend....we went up to my parent's house in Seneca. We figured we should get up there while we can still go out on the boat. We had a great time. We got to go out both saturday and sunday. And Jeff learned how to waterski! He did very well. I did a little wakeboarding and tried to learn how to slalom ski. I actually was able to drop a ski and stayed up for a few seconds, but that was it. We have video evidence, so hopefully I can figure out how to post video and all of you can enjoy watching a few of my good falls. We are hoping we can go back up before it gets too cold to go out on the boat, and get some more practice.

I am still here at my house doing lots of studying. Yesterday I got so antsy I decided to walk to the gym, when normally I probably would have driven. But I really needed to stretch my legs. Plus I was so sore from getting pulled around behind the boat that my muscles needed the loosening.

I'll be glad when all this studying is done. The walls in our office are really starting to close in on me.

Friday, August 18, 2006

My funny husband

Yes, that is my husband....and yes that is him standing next to a ferrari. We went to a wedding downtown two weekends ago and parked behind this car. Jeff, who's not even much of a car guy, (considering the 1986 nissan pickup he has driven since high school) got kind of excited on seeing the ferrari. So I took his photo. Isn't he handsome??

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


So right now I'm in between rotations. I am certainly enjoying not having to get up early and being able to get stuff done around the house. But I've decided it is not good for me to sit in our house all day working on the computer. I don't think I'd be a good employee at a place where I have to sit and stair at the walls all day. I've been going a little crazy. Plus, thanks to Jeff, I've had a sore throat and runny nose, and that isn't helping anything. Maybe, like him, I have too many biotics.

Today I got out. It was quite nice. I went to the fabric store and got some supplies for a new craft. I'm quite excited. I'll post more later. I also went to the library, which is always a treat.

I sound like some kind of old maid....first the fabric store and then the library??!? Oh well. I guess I've always known I was a bit nerdy. One of my favorite games is Scrabble. I also got a dictionary one year for Christmas that I'm pretty sure was my favorite present. And now one of my favorite dates with Jeff is to go to the bookstore.

I wonder.... what will I do when I am old?

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Too Many Biotics

Apparently I have too many biotics in me. I went to the doctor today for a hacking cough that I've had for the last week, and he prescribed me some antibiotics to get me back down to a normal level. You see, under normal circumstances, you should have enough biotics in you to fill up your legs, and about up to your belly button. But sometimes your biotics get out of control, and they start to fill up more of your body than they should. When they get up near your throat it makes your throat hurt, this is because your throat is not used to biotics. Today my doctor was pushing his stethoscope thingy all over my chest, I think he was trying to determine just how high up the biotics had gotten.

My body has been doing its best to restore the balance on its own. I've been coughing a lot, to try and expel the extra biotics. And my nose has even joined in the fight, occasionally sending an army of mucus down my nasal passages into my throat to do battle with the biotics. However, the mucus is not a very good defense, because every night it gets infiltrated by the biotics and turns a yellowy brown color, and then by morning its actually defected and joined the other side, so I just cough it up.

Over the weekend I stopped by the pharmacy to recruit some Halls Cough Suppresants to join the biotic battle. They have a "vapor action formula" and I thought I could use that to mount a chemical attack and gas out the extra biotics. It wasn't too effective though. Although I do recommend the sugar free citrus blend. Tasty, if weak. So today Dr. Akhtar called in the heavy hitters, a Z-Pack. They're like the SWAT team, the Halls were like the meter maids. If all goes according to plan, the first Z-wave should be in my esophagus, going over the walls into the biotics camp even now. I'm now confident that by the end of the week my biotic levels should be back to normal.

**Note: This post has not been approved by Aubrey.

Monday, August 14, 2006

The Residency Fair

Over the weekend we took advantage of the offer of a free suite at the Embassy Suites up in Columbia. It was included as part of a Family Medicine Interest Day that Aubrey was attending. The whole conference was free, and since only Aubrey was going to the workshops, I pretty much got a free ride the whole way. I hung out in the spacious hotel lobby all afternoon leisurely reading my book and watching ESPN on the big screen TV.

I did, however, attend the residency fair in the evening. I'm always quite torn about the residency fair, it draws me in, but also pushes me away. I love it, but I also hate it.

You see, the fair is right at dinner time, after a long afternoon of sitting in the lobby not attending workshops I'm quite hungry. And they supply food. Right in the middle of the room is a long table filled with delicious appetizers, little fried chicken wings, eggrolls, things on pieces of bread, etc. And all around the outside of the room are booths advertising residency programs, each loaded down with free items that I want. There are pens, caribiners, flashlights, bags, cd cases, organizer thingys, and so on. But here is the problem. Throughout the room, between the food and the free things, are all kinds of residency representatives. Each wanting to talk to you. You have to keep moving, and try to avoid eye contact, else one of them will introduce themselves to you. Occasionally I would linger too long eyeing some of the free things, and I would get pounced on by a rep. Of course, they only wanted to talk to me because they thought I was a potential resident. About 10 seconds into the conversation they realized that I was not eligible to come to their program, and then they had no interest in continuing the conversation. I, of course, had had no interest in beginning the conversation. But their we are, locked in small talk, nothing to say, chatting idly about the eggrolls. This is social situation DefCon 4, immediate extraction necessary. I tried to stick close to Aubrey, so I could draft off her wake and get into the free stuff zone, but she was actually talking to the reps, so this only worked for a short time. Getting my fill of appetizers took about 15 laps around the room, remember you have to keep moving, then I retired back the the hotel lobby where I could watch ESPN in peace.

Thankfully, the social balance of the evening was restored by going out to dinner with our friends the Tuten's. Chris and Marcie are some of Aubrey and I's favorite people. We went to dinner together and then got ice cream, and after four hours of talking, we said goodnight. Aubrey and I both felt like we could easily spend another four hours without running out of things to talk about. They're the kind of friends who leave me feeling restored rather than depleted.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

My husband, the hunter.

We came home from our little overnight trip to Columbia to find hundreds of house flies in our kitchen. Or at least one hundred. I have no idea how they got there. It's like something laid eggs somewhere and they all hatched at once.

Seeing them, I made myself some cereal for lunch, pitifully called for Jeff, pointed at the window where they all sat, and left the room. I can hear him in there now hitting them with a rolled-up newspaper.

Feels sort of like it might have felt in caveman times (if there ever were such a thing). The interaction would have gone something like this: "Me eat. You hunt." Although I guess the animals might have been slightly larger.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

one of those days....

I just ate the same thing for 4 meals in a row. (4 in a row?!?) Yes, that's right. I made quiche for dinner last night, and it looked good at breakfast, so I had it then. (I mean, eggs, cheese, mushrooms, spinach, onions and peppers? Of course it looked good.) Then I met Jeff for lunch where we both had quiche. Then since I didn't feel like cooking anything, and since we had so many leftovers (I actually made 2 quiches last night because I had enough stuff.) we had it for dinner.

Tonight I was also in a funk. (Not on account of the quiche, at least, I don't think so.) I sometimes don't know exactly why this happens. (besides the fact that I'm a fallen sinner and am prideful and not thankful and unloving and.....I could go on for a while) My dear, dear husband handles my funks really well. But I did get mad at him for basically no reason. So then I had to pray, because sometimes I like to stay mad. Thankfully I serve a God who can help me get un-mad. And then I had to apologize to my husband.

Tomorrow will be a quiche-free and funk-free holiday. I pray.

Although we do still have tons of quiche.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Works for me!

Another quick works-for-me tip.

This past Sunday, I helped make food for a baby shower at church. We have a young, seemingly fertile, church and so I am often bringing something to help with showers. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, and so I am never out of ideas for bringing some sort of dessert. But when I have to make a savory dish or appetizer, I do not often know what to make. I don't have tons of time, but I want it to be something good, not just chips and dig. Or veggies and dip. (Both of which I like, but showers somehow feel more festive.) So this week I discovered the perfect shower food. Perhaps I'll call them Pesto Tomato bites. Or maybe someone else has a better name:

Buy 1 or 2 loaves of the french baguettes from the bakery section at the grocery store. Slice in ~1/2 inch slices. Also buy and thinly slice roma tomatoes (or other tomatoes, but roma tomatoes fit well on the bread.) Also buy (or you could make it, I guess, but it probably would be a lot of work) the prepared pesto sauce found in the refrigerated section, by the nice, expensive pasta that always looks really good but that I never buy because how much better is it, really, than regular dried pasta?

So, spread some pesto on the bread slices, put a tomato slice on top, and then top with cheese. I used the shredded italian blend because there was a store brand version and it was on sale. I'm sure anything would taste good.

Pop 'em in the oven at 400 or 450 for 5-10 min. or until the cheese is melted and then voila! you have a super easy, very yummy appetizer. My husband even ate some for dinner since we had a few leftover ingredients. They are actually pretty with the green of the pesto and the red of the tomatoes. Plus tomatoes are so good in the summer I am always looking for good ways to use them. Enjoy!

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Monday, August 07, 2006

Fun crafts!

Well, since I gave away most of what I made last week, I thought I'd go ahead and share some photos of my fun projects that I've been working on. I got the idea for this from Rebecca over at View from a Prairie Box.

I made stencils from freezer paper and ironed them on some white onesies and got some fabric paints and went to town! I used some clip art from my computer, some stencils I found in a stencil book from the library, and some stencils from this website.

I made a few other things, some of which still need to be mailed. :) Plus I made a pregnancy tank top for Melanie that said "Covenant Child" and had an arrow pointing down at her belly. :)

Ah....reformed humor. Almost as good as seminary humor. :) Or medical school humor. :) Sometimes, I crack myself up.....

Sunday, August 06, 2006

I Talked to Tim Keller!

I had a short chat with Tim Keller this evening.

Last Sunday Aubrey and I were strolling Downtown Charleston in an attempt to see the inside of some of the historic churches. We were going past St. Michael's, and Pete who is the assistant to the rector noticed us walking up, me wearing my Covenant Seminary t-shirt. He knows people at Covenant, so he struck up a conversation with us. He was quite friendly, and mentioned off hand that Tim Keller is in town, and worships at his church when he's here. We had actually already known that Keller vacations in Charleston every year, and in order to make it 'vacationy' he stays away from the PCA churches.

So in a shameless bit of nerdy theological PCA star chasing, I went to the evening service at St. Michael's tonight while Aubrey was at a baby shower. He was there. It's an Episcopal church dating from the 1700's. Pete showed us the pew that George Washington and Robert E. Lee worshipped in when they visited. Its very majestic. They have pew boxes, where you actually have to open the door to get into your pew. They follow a formal liturgy, lots of responsive readings, prayers, kneeling, that sort of thing. They use real wine for communion, and a common cup, and really dry thin wafers. But after all of this liturgy, and formalism, and communion with real wine, we sang Shine Jesus Shine. I nearly fell out of my pew box.

After the service I was out on the sidewalk and Keller came out. I was kinda nervous, but I went over and introduced myself. I said my name and paused, he also paused, giving me a head-tilting look as if to say "remind me where I've met you." I assured him we had never met. We chatted about church, my life, going into ministry, and him being on vacation. As it turns out, his preaching voice from the sermon cd's is exactly the same as his normal conversation voice. That's not true for all preachers.

While I had stopped him to chat, his wife and whoever else he was with had kept on walking, so he quickly began to look around and see if they had left him. I apologized for making him lose his group, and he said "it was nice to meet you, Jeff," that's right, Tim Keller used my name. The whole exchange was only a couple of minutes. I bet there's not too many preachers who get stopped on the street by adoring fans.

I bet there's also not too many people who stop preachers on the street and get excited just to have been talked too.

Friday, August 04, 2006

what can be seen riding on a bike....

There are lots of bike riders here in Charleston. No surprise, really, since this city is totally flat, full of students, and has a large lower class population. The bike riding habits around here are often quite interesting. As someone whose husband always make her wear a helmet while riding down here and a future doctor who sees the effects of head trauma, I was amused/horrified one day as I was riding home from work to see a girl riding her bike. At night. WIthout a helmet. Riding the wrong way up the road. All while TALKING ON A CELL PHONE. I don't think she could have done anything to make her ride less safe unless she had been drinking beforehand and was simultaneously trying to smoke some weed while she rode. And don't even get me started about people crossing the major 6-lane highway we live right beside. At night. While pushing strollers. But my downstairs neighbor commented yesterday about how she has been keeping track of the strangest thing she has seen someone carry while on a bike. And I must admit, I had never really thought about that. She says she watched someone try to carry a vacuum cleaner on a bike one time, and eventually just put it down and rolled it along with him. It only took a few days before I began to see why she keeps track of these things. I saw a man riding, of course, the wrong way down the road with a MICROWAVE in his basket. I mean....where was he coming from and where was he going? I'm certain I don't know, but I'll keep you posted of anything interesting that rides along my way.

weekend plans!

Tonight Andrew and Melanie come back! They are coming into town for a wedding, and Andrew will stay through Sunday, while Melanie will be here in SC for another week! Of course, everyone is excited about the coming baby so there are going to be a few showers for them both here in Charleston and up in the Upstate where we all grew up. I'm just glad to get to hang out again with everyone. Plus, on saturday, we are planning on going to Hominy Grill for brunch, one of my two favorite restaurants in Charleston.

The new rotation continues to be great. Yesterday I met for about an hour or so with the chaplain, just kind of talking about theology and visiting patients, then i got to go home. And today I'm at the library waiting for him to call me to meet him somewhere to go and visit a patient. I've started studying for Step 2 of the Boards, so a few hours at the library should do me some good.

I've never been much of a "library-studier." During college and especially during medical school, there were always those people who always went to the library to study. Lots of my med school classmates had their own table all picked out at the library. If someone else deigned to sit there during study week, there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. I always like to go and study either at the Atlanta Bread company (this was in the days before charleston became home to a Panera, a much finer establishment in my opinion) or Barnes and Noble (I didn't really do my finest studying here, since I was often distracted by all the books I wanted to, and sometimes did, read.) and occasionally Starbucks. There was also a local place called Port City Java, but lots of people I knew studied there, so I often was distracted if I went there. I also hated studying at home. I guess somehow that leaving the apartment made me feel like I could be more productive, especially back in the days when Morgan and I lived together and she had a big TV that I was often distracted by. Now that Jeff and I don't have a TV, it's not as much of an issue, but I still get a little stir crazy sitting and studying all day in the apartment. I probably did my best studying either at the ABC or starbucks, since I remember numerous occasions I was actually crying in Barnes and Noble during study week because I was reading a book. (Specifically both The Kite Runner and My Sister's Keeper.) But I suppose I should give in and just go ahead and try out this whole "library studying" business. I may just find that I like it.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

New rotation

Well, after two days on my new rotation, I'm finally feeling like a fourth year. So far both days I have finished up at noon. And today I'm not starting until 9. It is 8:30, and I'm still wearing my pajamas. (Although I guess if I want to be on time, I probably should head toward getting dressed.) It has definitely been good practice in learning how to work in the spirituality questions during my interactions with patients. Hopefully by the end of this, it will feel more natural and just a normal part of my questions that I typically ask patients, especially if they seem to be particularly stressed or sad.

I probably should go and get dressed now, since it's almost 8:40. Even as a fourth year, being on time is still a priority.