"Now hang me up to dry, I'm pearly like the whites of your eyes"

When buying gifts for medical students follow these rules: a) has to have to do with anatomy/physiology/any other gross-and-weird-ology and b) if it says something like "For kids of ages 3 years and up" on the box then we have a winner!! Because we will screw around with it any way possible and love it.

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It's a weird day when you come to the bleak conclusion that when you find out you have a free week of nothing to do but lazy around your first thought is "I wonder if I can score some nice night shifts at the hospital?". I think it's some sort of separation anxiety given by the fact that I've finally finished my Pulmonology rotation and am now ready to throw myself (or, as it usually
happens around here: fall blindly while clutching my heart like a Victorian wench) into the new and heart-stopping exciting (ha ha!) Cardiology rotation.

At least the last month has been interesting. Here's to you patient who thought it would be a good idea to cut your central line with a pair of household scissors and then put a band-aid over the hole. Or to you, lady who used her inhaler by spraying it in the air around your head. And even you, the lady who apparently threw her boots at our attending doctor.

What can I say, people tend to get more and more special with each new rotation. I think I should be worried... but man, these are going to make some great stories on future drinking nights :))

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We proved that birds of a feather stay together when one of our own future M.D.s celebrated her birthday. What! We're not immature, we just stay forever young ;)

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The weekend brought forth sunny days with freezing cold nights but I decided to focus on the whole vitamin D production thing and lazied around in the sun like a comatose lizard. And took some photos to share with you and prove, once and for all, that I did not fall in a dark pit of despair and dashed hopes, but that I am really just an extremely dallying drama queen at heart. Ha!






This is one of those sunshiny days when the line "My glasses! My glasses! I can't be seen without my glasses!" seems to fit the scene/photo just right.



I was joined by my lovely Florina who sort of unconsciously kicked my ass in lessons of posing. Either that, or she's just preposterously pretty. Hmm, will go with door option number two!






Improvised photoshoots, for the win!






dress & blazer: Zara, scarf: Pull&Bear Men, boots & bag: Musette.



Cute, but it sure gets cuttingly chilly when you are missing half a dress. Sigh, the lengths we will go to and the cold we will get for The Pretty, capitalization required ;)

Now back to my viciously exciting life. And by that I mean back to watching reruns of Scrubs because it's an early tradition to go through an obsession with that show and JD is so my spirit animal. And back to sitting in bed reading about Atherosclerosis and Myocarditis . Why? Just because I'm bored and weird, that's why :))

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Song of the Day: Cold War Kids - Hang Me Up to Dry