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it’s done!

Posted in butterflies, medicine on March 19, 2009 by whenispark

well!  sigh – it is all done. 

my speech went well, even though i almost cried. 

my name was called by the most unlikely of characters – someone who has been an entertaining arch nemesis for 4 years now (he liked me and i turned him down for his friend – unknowingly!).  the crowd through up an excited cheer, and i walked up to the stage.  opened my envelope, hoping i wouldn’t give myself my usual papercut.  and of course, you can never open that paper fast enough, AND since you don’t know where the name of the hospital will be on the paper – you frantically search for your hospital’s name. 

but there it was…my number 1.  i am so happy and so excited!

less than 24 hours

Posted in butterflies, medicine on March 18, 2009 by whenispark

as the big day approaches, i feel violently nauseated. tomorrow at noon, match day across the nation commences. tomorrow at 1130, my school will begin it’s ceremony, which will entail some words from the dean and president of the school. then i will have the joy of speaking to the class, providing the toast. i suppose it’s good practice for rachel’s wedding. then it’s time. but you don’t know when it’s your turn. all of our names are on envelopes in a bingo type spinner. the first person is called… they walk up, open their envelope – they have 2 seconds to read it to themselves, compose themselves regardless of their emotions on what it says on that piece of paper, and then read it out loud to hundreds of people.  that little piece of paper – it holds each of our futures.

then they pick the next person’s name.  and so it goes for about two hours, with more and more tension with each passing minute that your name isn’t called.  as you hear people in your specialty of choice get their first choice or last, you become progressively more nervous – what if i get my last choice. 

i don’t know how i will ever sleep tonight.  i just keep telling myself to trust in god – i know he will send me where best i belong, but i pray that it is where i would love to be.  that we both see it as the place for me to go.

i don’t believe their are accidents in live – and as i look back i see each event connecting to the next and how important each preceding event was to what is happening right now.

wish me luck.

and all is right in the world

Posted in butterflies, medicine, tangential/circumferential on August 19, 2008 by whenispark

michael phelps tore up the olympics, dede continues to eat trash, and i am going to pittsburgh for a month, starting this monday.

not only that, but something earth shattering has happened.  drum roll please:

i have honored a shelf.  my last and least favorite one.  this is awesome on two levels: 1. i honored a shelf 2. it shows continued improvement throughout the school year and not that i burned out and stopped trying.  i never stopped trying despite how disappointed i was every time.

so yea..going to pittsburgh.  there are no words to describe my joy in finding out upmc would be having me come for an elective.  not only will i be going to a mecca of an academic institution, but i am going to have the month of my life hanging out with bri and kyle.  we all already have so many plans.  it’s incredible.  and i’m not going to lie, it will be fun to see the pburgh boy out there.  my male counterpart.

at first sight

Posted in butterflies on August 14, 2008 by whenispark

i rarely have these types of posts, but i feel compelled to write about this.  partly so my big sis is in the loop and partly because i just have to get it out there. 

there is nothing so intoxicating than when you first meet someone.  there is always just so much to talk about and so much to learn about another person.  now, i should forewarn  – i am not all goo-goo-gaa-gaa about this.  i am just acknowledging how these things work in life.  my more recent situation is just particularly mind-boggling.  it’s as though god cloned me and then turned him into a guy, but then switched up a few things just to make things interesting, like a love for laundry, which i don’t particularly have. 

this new person has fascinated me simply because he is me.

oh let’s go back.  i met him at my friend’s birthday.  we talked at the bar, but it was a great conversation, at least in my drunken state i thought it was great.  i remember the next morning telling my friend how i like this boy.  not as in i want to make babies, but more that i had appreciated his company.  fast-forward 1-2 weeks.  i spent a marvelous time talking with him at a party, after which point he managed to get my number – cool.  we have spent much time since then talking on the phone and it has been fantastic.  there is no limit to the things i want to know, to the things i can comfortably bring up – like ‘do nuts grow on trees?’  i wonder it, i say it.  he asks the most interesting questions, like what are your three favorite foods, and please personify them.   how can you get tired of that?

but then that begs the question… will the conversations eventually revert to your day at work?  i don’t think there is much that bores me more.  that is not the story i want to hear.  unless something ridiculously awesome/hilarious/terrible etc. occurs.  but i do wonder – does the conversation have to become monotonous?  can you find that person that will mentally stimulate you for years to come? 

i don’t expect this person to be the one i end up with for life, but i will have fun talking to him.  when i ended my last relationship, i promised myself to make residency about myself.  i wanted it to be a free decision, and i am relatively determined to hold true to that.  (obviously there were other issues with that relationship, but i digress).

this situation also has it’s positives as he is a friend of my best friend.  i say this because i have begun to question my ability to pick out boys, and after mentioning i liked him, she said she hoped i would.  i definitely think i need to break my pattern, and i believe that i need to steer clear of the doctor types… it’s just a bunch of doods with the napoleon complex.

is it strange that whenever i know thing of napoleon bonaparte, i first think of napoleon dynamite, and his name is so strong in my mind that it takes me a full minute to remember bonaparte?