Friday, August 26, 2016

And we're done...

I made it through residency; wrapped up in June.  I managed to negotiate a stiped that let me take a sabbatical over the summer prior to starting my new job.  Saw family, put my toes in the sand, grew a beard that was much more salt than pepper, and cleared my mind.  As of this writing, I'm one week into a new gig as a Family Medicine doc working 4days a week.  I'm anxious but excited about it; I'm ready to start feeling human again.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Bandit Bandit

During a brief reprieve from the pagers, I've managed to hide several pictures of 70s era Burt Reynolds in various places in resident call room: behind the dart board, on the back side of the sleep room doors, in the freezer, on the bulletin board among everyone's snapshots.  Here's the troubling thing that I've encountered, my co-residents (many of them in their 20s and very early 30s) inhabit a cultural landscape where, no shit, someone actually said "Oh yeah, he voiced one of the dogs in 'All Dogs Go to Heaven.'" I died a little on the inside. Absolutely no cultural reference for "Smokey and the Bandit" or "Cannonball Run." So, they will, no doubt, be wondering who in the hell put photos of a hirsute mustache-sporting lothario all around the call quarters.  Oh well.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Seeing the Light at the End of the Tunnel

Hopefully, it isn't a train.  Between parenthood and the demands of being a physician in the waning days of my residency, it's difficult at best to keep up with writing and impossible for me to post as frequently as I'd like.  In due time, however, I'll post regularly.