OK, so this year I:
- Had a baby
- Started a scary but fun new residency, pushing myself completely out of my zone of comfort and complacency (wherein I was writing Tylenol prescriptions and Rule Out Sepsis admission orders blindfolded with one hand tied behind my back)
- Got some cool days-of-the-week socks from my mom for Christmas
Hmm. Tough to top that. The socks, I mean.
So if you happen to be on call New Year's Eve, you gotta do it up right. First of all, make sure you're on with a fun senior resident who likes to cook. Secondly, make sure someone brings movies to watch between cases. Third, invite all the surgery residents who are on call over to the Anesthesia lounge for midnight revels. This is how we ended up snacking on prosciutto-wrapped roasted asparagus and sparkling cider while watching "The 40 Year-Old Virgin" after our last was wheeled to the PACU, switching over to live TV only to briefly witness the mayhem in Times Square and comment about Dick Clark's post-stroke dysarthria. Special message to Dick Clark: you're allowed to retire. It's OK. Because you're making me sad.
Now I'm home, and Cal and Joe and still asleep. Time to tiptoe around the apartment and somehow start up the shower without waking everyone up. Happy New Year, everyone!
Currently reading: Well, I'm not reading this just yet, because I have yet to get my mitts on a copy of the book, but someone recommended "Stolen Lives" to me, which looks a little cheesy and sensational, but still a page-turner. Just the way I likes it. Does the fact that something's an Oprah's Book Club Pick make you more or less want to read it? For me, less.