2009

2009 is going to be a big year for me. I will graduate and become an M.D. I will start residency.

I will get married to my best friend. Twice.

Happy hogmanay everyone. See you on the flip side.

Happy boxing day everybody from my house filled with a barfing baby and a coughing toddler to yours :)

This is what I've been doing instead of blogging. Socializing. Too much socializing (I've got a headache this morning, damn you giant take sushi wine). I'm pictured here with my good friend Debbie at our annual med school class party hosted by the wonderful and talented C.Nik.

I'm on my pre-christmas week of ER now and it's been good. Especially because I have today and had yesterday off. I got an awesome xmas present for Ben today but shhhh, it's a suprise. I'm really ready for a little bit of holiday R and R. There's going to be a huge snowstorm today and another on Sunday and I really hope I"m able to get home after my emerg shift on Saturday!

Ben has always said to me that I get too easily frustrated with not being able to do things on a mountain bike that have taken him years to master. I think some of my frustration in anesthesia stems from the same thing. I am used to things coming easily to me, especially things you do with your hands. I have been told that I one-hand-tie better than most first year surgery residents, I got my first LP on the first try, I can make a mean friendship bracelet, I suture neatly and efficiently... I cannot intubate. But that's OK. I can still work on it and have a bit of faith that eventually I'll get it. Like how I eventually learned to get out of my clipless pedals before falling over. I hope this experience is less painful.

I have fallen in love with Ingrid Michaelson.

I've been a bad poster. I just started anesthesiology last week and it's been rough. Last week I hated it. This week is starting off better. I'm with someone different each day and everyone has their own way of doing things and I'm tired of people telling me how awful and wrong my technique is when someone just told me to do it that way the day before. I'm rubbish at intubating because the mannequin is nothing like the real thing and nobody explained anything to me - they just expected me to do it. I'm afraid of hurting people. One day last week I actually went into the women's bathroom, sat on the toilet and cried. No crying today though... I confessed this morning that I was having a rotten time with the whole intubation thing and the anesthetist was really nice about it and really helped me when I asked for it. I guess I just have to learn to ask for the help that I need. I'm in pain clinic tomorrow in the morning and the OR in the afternoon, so hopefully that will be ok.

Ben and I met our wedding officiant this weekend. He was really nice. I found out last weekend that he married my friend and her husband and they really liked him, so that was good. And, he speaks welsh, so he's going to give a welsh blessing at the wedding just for my Poppy (the only one who will understand it).

Anyway, I'd better go read my pain book and go to bed. I just bought a christmas album called "The Hotel Cafe Presents Winter Songs" and it's really good!

I ate too much sushi.