Woah, what is this thing? I have a website now?
Yeah, so July went quickly. Between jamming needles into the backs of five million wincing pregnant ladies (I originally wrote "screeching pregnant ladies" but changed it because while it sounded too perjorative and I am a SENSITIVE DOCTOR-TYPE), being on call every two milliseconds, and celebrating Cal's birthday (about which more later), I have been Away From My Computer. But now I'm on vacation for a week, and Cal is sleeping, so here I am.
Yes, so Cal is one now. That makes him old. He used to be a baby, but now he is a kid. Behold:
"What? My birthday? Fine, I'll play along with your foolish customs. I will even feign interest in your pathetic M&M adorned cake. What? There was no colored frosting at the supermarket? Spare me your meager excuses."
"No hats. I will examine it from afar but do not dare to place it on my head or I will commence with the screeching."
"Hey, who invited Gollum to my party, and why is he on my bike?"
A couple of things I realize now, looking back on those old pictures.
1.) Cal? Was FAT. Not in, like, a pathalogical Prader-Willi way, but he just was a hefty sack of boy meal.
2.) Cal used to look more white, then he looked more Chinese, and now he looks more white again. He's a horse of a different color. Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown? Uh-huh, jolly good fun!
So anyway, despite being somewhat busy, we had a nice month. Lots of days on overnight call is unfortunate, but for a resident, also means lots of post-call days off. And yes, I only had one weeked at home the entire month, but what of it? If the pain of residency only serves to make you stronger, then I am indeed...uh...strongish.
Anyway, Cal's going to wake up any second, so I should go. But more later! Because I'm on vacation! Which means I have more time for internet tomfoolery! Hooray for tomfoolery!
Currently reading: OK, I read a couple of books, among which were "Singular Intimacies" (a re-read, still good), "Devil in the Details" (Sedaris-ish or trying to be, but girly and one-note) and the ubiquitous "The Devil Wears Prada," in lieu of seeing the movie (chick lit, but better than the average offering in the genre, which is to say one step above decerebrate).