“I’m GoNnA wRiTe EvErYdAy.” Next joke, please. It’s okay though, because I’ll just write whenever I have updates or things I want to write about- which, interestingly enough I only ever remember or care about at night (clearly any effort into becoming a morning a morning person has been fruitless thus far). Anyways, time for a life update!!!
I have finally (after many, many moons) obtained a job. After my first day of training, I can honestly say that I really enjoy it, like the people for the most part so far, and think that it’s the perfect distance away (a nice ‘lil 20 minute commute). I think it’ll be a lot of fun and a great learning experience overall, but obviously know that working in an ER comes with some not-so-fun days too. Nevertheless, I can’t wait to start properly working and learning.
On a growth note, something rather interesting happened today that initially bothered me (and to be completely honest still does a little), but was ultimately one of those token “who even was the old me” moments. Someone I knew- okay had a class with but never remembered existed due to my preoccupation with other things- from university days recognized me *only* due to my association with other people, and while I still am friends with the individual this particular moment concerns, I felt my blood boil a little at myself for letting my primary identity being “*name redacted*’s subordinate” for the past few years of my life and wish that I would have spent my college years investing more time in carving out my own identity a little more. However, I am still grateful for this realization although it first appeared approximately halfway through my last semester. Boiling takes.
Since I last wrote, I have found myself trying to fill my life with more fulfilling things in my spare time. Don’t get me wrong, I still take my naps, and watch my fix of YouTube (but now mostly cooking, life improvement/TED talks, and podcast related things), but I have also taken up going to the gym regularly. About 3 weeks ago, I told myself I would go to the gym as regularly as possible for the next 3 months, combat my fear of using weight machines incorrectly and being publicly exposed as some type of lunatic, and finally get into a shape that is not round. I make smoothies and eat salads now too, occasionally. Somehow, I have an affinity for spinach, apple, and pineapple smoothies. I *try* (and have miserably failed, but more on that later in another blog post… I have some scalding takes) to make more time to meet with the friends I care most about, because they make me happiest and all the TED Talks I’ve been watching lately emphasize the importance of being social to stay sane (and how socializing is embedded in our evolution- a very interesting concept). I keep up with podcasts, music, and continually add recipes to my never-ending list of baking endeavors, which I hope to start actually rolling out soon. With 4 day work weeks, I hope that I can still make time for the things I care about most even with 10 hour shifts.
Perhaps most excitingly of all, I have effectively begun the dog search (much more fun than the job search, but still lots of waiting on emails). The logic here is that I’m totally in a position where I have the time this year to take care of and train a puppy before moving out (and of course taking my dog with me, assuming my family hasn’t grown more attached to it than I will). Furthermore, research supports that dogs make people happier and I support research. You can’t argue with the facts. I don’t make the rules. If I’m going to be at home 99.9% of the time when I’m not at work, I see no reason as to why- besides, this seems like a great way to keep me sane throughout the dreaded master’s app, MCAT, med school app process. While this may come as a literal surprise to the parentals (as I literally plan on walking in and as nonchalantly as humanly possible saying “surprise”), I think it will make some of us immensely happy. Hopefully within these next few blog posts I’ll have an Apollo, Sirius, Orion, Bear, Moose, Nova, Astro, Darwin (actually maybe not, heard he was racist), Bunsen, or whatever other adorably dorky name I come up with.
While this has been a wonderful, slightly long, and somewhat eventful blog post, I am tired from an early-ish day, driving 100+ miles, and being poked numerous times, and am afraid this is all for today. Perhaps next time I’ll about the crazy dream I had that made me a little bit more grateful for the ability to be alive or some of my favorite moments in my favorite places in the world if I listen to the Despacito cello cover again whilst writing.
sporadic musings of a (somewhat) lost student 