Fourth Year Is For Resting

It's an epidemic.

I'm not talking about the swine flu, obesity, or Bieber fever.  I'm talking about senioritis and fourth year medical students worldwide are inflicted with the most severe cases ever known to man.  There is no way of stopping it (although I'm pretty sure we would decline the immunization even if there was one).  After years of pushing ourselves since kindergarten to attain the highest grades and impress all the right people, we are finally at a point where we can breathe.  Residency applications are submitted, board exams are finished, and no one will see our grades except the registrar.  Studying glycogen storage diseases until the wee hours of the morning has quickly been replaced with watching Jersey Shore marathons until our eyes bleed and we are convinced that "Snooki" would be a really great name for our first born child. 

Scrubs are worn as much as possible, white coats are nowhere to be seen, and combing hair is clearly optional.  Our email inboxes are flooded with messages from the Deans telling us that we really do still have to show up at the hospital everyday.

Residents and attending physicians can easily recognize the symptoms and they all know the treatment.   After all, they remember when they suffered from the same ailment years ago. 

A subtle tap on the shoulder and a quiet whisper:  Go home...fourth year is for resting...

You don't have to tell me twice!

What Am I, Chopped Liver?

The debut of this blog just happens to fall on one of my favorite holidays of the year.  Here are some of the things that Thanksgiving means to me:

Maine:

Napping by the Fire in Sweatpants:

Turkeys:

Yes, of course this kind:

But I more specifically mean this kind:

Chopped Liver:

While this may sound disgusting for most of you out there, chopped liver is a staple in this Jewish household.  The phrase "What am I, chopped liver?" doesn't really make sense because if you are chopped liver, then you are really really awesome.  Seriously, just give it a try.  My Irish husband can't get enough of it. 

Black and White Cookies:

Preferably eaten at midnight with a giant glass of milk.  Act fast though because my mother may have already eaten them all.

And of course, last but not least, spending time with my family.  This year I am thankful for the tremendous love and support that surrounds me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hello World!

As if life isn’t busy enough, I’ve decided to take on the challenge of writing a blog.  I’m not sure if I’ll ever live up to the blogging skills of my good friends over at Oh! Apostrophe and Meet the Schwajaks! but perhaps someone out there will find this worth reading.  In truth, I hope that this will be cathartic for me as I face what may become one of the most difficult years of my life: the combination of intern year and my husband’s deployment to Iraq.  Both of these life changes are only a few months away and I’m gearing up for what will definitely be a long and sleep-deprived journey.  I’ll probably write a lot about these things, but don’t be surprised if you see some postings about my loves...family, friends, and FOOD.

Enjoy!