This Fay thing better get outta the way...

Today, I finished my ward month! It has been exhausting. I learned a lot, mostly how to manage my time and next time I am on wards it has to be a little less stressful. I am currently post-call. For those of you not familiar with the terminology, this means I have just finished spending 30 hours in the hospital (went in Friday 6AM left at Saturday Noon). I came home passed out and am now packing for my trip down to FWB, FL for my week of vacation. I can't wait! Tomorrow my mom is driving in with Sylvie and Annabeth. Then the girls and I will hop on the plane south. Hopefully, there will be no weather delays. I am praying for clear skies so I can soak up some much needed Florida sunshine. Angie and Joe are planning to pick us up at the airport. I'm sure the time will fly. If my mind was functioning a little more, I might think of more to write but I'm pretty beat. More later...

Ready to throw my pager out the window...

Being an intern on the wards has zapped the life out of me. All I have really done since the 28th of July is is sleep as soon as I walk in the door at home, eat when I can find food, answer my non-stop pager and admit, treat and discharge my patients. There isn't much time for anything else. I am trying to eat enough so that my pager doesn't pull my pants down. Monday was my first day off since I started the wards. My mom came into town and we went to the frame shop to start the process of framing almost all the wood-block prints from Japan and the other artwork we acquired while in Asia. I can't wait to fill my blank walls! Nothing else exciting going on in my life other the anticipation of going down to Florida in three weeks.

OHH and my birthday that is fast approaching...August 17th. I am thankful to have the day off from work and am not sure yet how I will celebrate. This morning, I got an email reminding me of Dustin's birthday (as if I could forget) it would be next Wednesday, the 13th. This will be the first year of my life that we won't be celebrating our birthdays together. I miss him dearly, think of him daily and am still wishing it were all a bad dream.