Circus

We went to the circus the other night. My favorite part was the Rolling Diamonds, roller skaters on a platform several feet up. T enjoyed the pigs of course, evidenced by our freezer full of pork. He also seemed to notice all the groady details of circus performance like when the performing goats humped a little before their number was over and like when the performing dogs enjoyed a little snack of goat droppings before their number was over. It was like I was at the circus with two kids, a little one who kept saying, "How does she do that?" or "How does he do that?" and a big junior high age one. The finale involved a little too much patriotism for my liking and I think we could have done without the National Anthem in the beginning especially since it seemed to put a girl four rows in front of us into a seizure. The clown medics were right on task though and no, their O2 tank did not shoot out confetti, it really had oxygen in it. Did you know that blue cotton candy turns poop green? I guess I am just as juvenile.





This one is for you weasel.

Spring Tonic

A few weeks ago I had my first dream about residency*. I was in the clinic with three other interns (first year residents) and every other resident in the practice was also in the clinic that day so it was really crowded. The senior residents were sort of enjoying a mild form of hazing by monopolizing the exam rooms with their patients and making it difficult for the interns to get their patients seen. My attending from third year med school rotations was there as well as a few other attendings I'd worked with in the past. They were directing us interns, trying to provide some guidance in the insanely busy clinic. One attending in particular who I have shared my med school mama musings and writings with in the past was even trying to protect us shivering lost little chicks and keep the disorderly senior residents in check. I don't remember details about the patients I saw in my dream but I know I did because the next thing I remember is writing my first prescription. I wrote a script for maple syrup.

*I matched at my first choice family practice residency. I start in June.

Happy Patriots Day

Well, I was living in the South at the time.