fatty feast is where my heart is

Where do I even begin today? I spent the day visiting people from my past who shaped and inspired me to become the best doctor I am capable of. My parents shaped me into the woman I am, but Dr. Brady, Dr. Pico and Claudia have inspired, supported and shaped me into a compassionate, driven student doctor. I shadowed Dr Brady today for half a day and enjoyed every learning second of it. It felt good to be home. Then I visited my old job and spent some time with my friend Ali and Dr Pico. I topped it all off with lunch, wine, love and laughter with Claudia, my second mom. As I drove back to where I lay my head, I felt so much happiness. I went "home" and visited the people who mean so much to me and I dont get to see them very often.
Then, Carrie and I had Fatty Feast 2011. We ate our weight in cheese fries and split a Gorgonzola bacon burger. The theme of the night was hefty, chunkers and bacon smorgasbord. I wouldnt have it any other way, We then got all dressed up and went to a date auction for charity tonight where we bid on, but sadly didnt win, a date with my male classmates. It was so much fun and we raised money for a good cause.
On another note, I have come to realize the world likes to throw curveballs at me when I least expect it. In my smitten stage with Bruce Wayne, I havent had ANY desire for any other men. Yet today, a total of 3 old flames have texted me today to see how I am doing. Isnt it funny how distance makes the jerk-face heart grow fonder? I of course stayed on my path to happiness and told all of them I am seeing a wonderful superhero and have no place for them in my life. They all said they were happy for me (shocker) but only one said he still wants to be friends because he cares about me as a person. And I may take him up on that. Sometimes life gives you good people, and the timing is just off. and for me and Ron Burgandy, the timing was off. But none the less, he is a great person, and I will give the friendship we have time to find its place. I would hate to sever our friendship and respect that he is willing to still be friends with me even though he cant date me.

Here's to you, Mr. Burgandy! A classy guy who is a real person. The other two can take a walk off a short pier for all I care. They are those military jerkoffs anyhow. Totally egocentric. I miss my Batman, but he is out saving the world tonight. Tomorrow, he will brighten mine.

Im sorry Sir, We removed your cancer.....then replaced it.

So today was a little different than expected (see last post where I explained I NEVER have any clue about what is going on in med school). Today's procedure module was actually a suture clinic. This is right up my alley because I totally rock at sutures (I think so at least). So it was fun! We pretended a piggy foot had basal cell carcinoma and first removed it from the foot. Then we sutured it up and learned about different patterns of sutures. At the end, we re-attached the "cancer containing flap" to learn now to re-attach and do skin grafting. So much fun.
 At the end, T, my trainer/classmate, convinced me to lift with him. I was LESS than thrilled and feeling like a weakling. But, as always, this dude gets me pumped and pushes me to stop crying and lift! I mean, Im not dumb. Theres no way I would talk back to a man who eats my body weight in eggs for breakfast.
Tonight, Im hoping bowling, mini golf or something in that fun range occurs.
Nothing is better than leaving the gym, getting your phone back (because gym time DOES NOT = phone time) and seeing 2 missed calls- 1 from your very very very best friend, and 1 from the guy you are crazy about.  I spoke to both of them and I miss them both! Bruce Wayne has to get up EXTRA early tomorrow, but as long as our schedules coordinate, we may have some time to steal a few kisses from each other. My best friend who I was supposed to see tomorrow is sick so that may not happen; makes me sad. Anyway, Im sure Ill write about whatever madness occurs tonight. Cheers!

What a Wonderful World

So yesterday was pretty much awesome. Spent the day with my best friends, Carrie and Miranda and Miranda's little cookie monster! (yes, named after the Sex and the City characters). What a great day of mall loitering, coffee sipping, laughter and debauchery. We visited Charlotte at her job and brought her her addiction; Jamba Juice. At night, we chugged some red wine, had a FANTASTIC meal, and watched a show about Gigolos. That show was the highlight of my week. Honestly. These men were GORGEOUS and their "clients" were all very special and unique (and SCARY) in their own ways. Definitely worth a few tipsy giggles. The wife (Carrie) and I also decided we could both fit in my skirt....

Wine makes you do funny things, doesnt it?

Anyway, last night I started to miss Bruce Wayne. I called him, and we loosely made plans for Thursday evening if I have time and Saturday, God willing. I like having space from him because I think its healthy, but I also realized getting a buzz makes me miss him. Which, Im not saying is a bad thing. Just annoying when I know I still have 2 days to go til our next date.

Today, I am learning intubation (I think). I honestly never know exactly what Im doing in med school but I always seem to find my way through it and surprise myself. Ill try to write about my procedures tonight or tomorrow, and hopefully I dont kill my mannequin while trying to shove a tube down its throat!

Lucky number 7?

My Fairy Godmother and I have been living together just shy of a month, and she demanded I write! She says my life especially these last 2 weeks has been noteworthy and needs to be documented. And as I contemplated journaling, I decided I didnt want this to be kept to myself. So maybe hopefully, someone will stumble across my blog, and laugh, be inspired, change their outlooks, and believe in love again.

About 3 weeks ago, fed up with my dating life (which was composed of douchebags, men who only think with their penises, and men who were so desperate for attention it made me contemplate becoming a lesbian) I signed up for a dating website. Now, I really didnt even care if I met anyone, but I did this in a self induced pity party of how Id be lonely forever. Im pretty sure I drank that night too. Lo and behold I received a few emails within the first day or so (not surprising, I AM hot). This one man , let's call him Bruce Wayne, emailed me and I responded. He seemed polite, his pictures made him appear tall, dark, handsome and mysterious. We exchanged numbers and decided on a day date on a Saturday to meet up. Saturday rolled around, and I did not want to go. Not because I wasnt interested in him; he was funny, handsome, and caught my interest. But I was so tired of the disappointment men had become in my life. My best friend yelled at me to just go and I am glad I did. We met in a diner up the road from my house and my first thought was "wow! someone who loves diners as much as I do!!!" We talked, he ordered eggs Benedict, and had a lovely time. I remember leaving the date not sure of what just happened. Most of the time I go out with men and they just want to talk about sex, or allude to it, or try to impress me with often made up random "facts" about their lives. Not Mr Wayne, he was just pleasant. I wasnt even sure if he liked me or found me attractive, and thats an insecurity I hadnt felt in a while.

Well, he liked what he saw! As did I, so we went out for dinner a few nights later. In this sports bar, he asked me for a napkin and a pen. He made me an origami puppy out of napkin and gave it to me. My heart melted. This napkin puppy makes me so happy to look at! Another lovely evening, and Bruce walked me out to my car, and requested a kiss on the cheek. 

For lack of making this boring, lets just say dates 3-6 were a repeat of how AWESOME Bruce is. His kisses light up my soul, his touch makes my heart dance, and his mind is the most beautiful thing about him. His hazel eyes fixate on me, and for the first time in my life I FEEL beautiful (as opposed to just KNOWING Im beautiful). Being smitten is a good feeling.

 Last night was encounter number 7. Lucky number 7? Well, we have yet to consummate this relationship, which is another thing I just LOVE about what we have going on. But last night, I got to see a glimpse of his soul. He is totally a superhero - my superhero. Hes a crime fighting, standing up for justice, intellectual tall dark and handsome hero to me. And his words both inspire me and stir up excitement, happiness and intrigue. Mr Wayne told me last night one of the things he likes most about me is my imperfections because it reminds him Im human. That was it. That was all it took for me to let go of my heart Ive been holding onto so tightly and let it go in the wind to see if he would catch it and treasure and protect it as much as I do. Time will tell. But Im starting to fall in love. And it feels great!

Im crafting with my best friend today, and it will be good soul therapy for both of us.