Having utterly abandoned this blog for quite some time (10 months), I’m pretty certain I can post without anyone actually reading.
So, no recipe today, just soul baring.
Since starting this medical journey, I’ve had a lot of curiosity expressed by acquaintances about what it’s like to be a doctor. Generally it’s of the “eeeww, how can you deal with blood, I hate blood” variety. Continue reading Real Talk About Being a Doctor
I know I’ve previously called our cat the saber-toothed tiger, but his new most-used names are hobo cat and trash cat. Why? Well, here’s a list of the things he’s stolen off the counter in the last month:
- Plum cake (didn’t love it, but kept at it)
- Leftover takeout Chinese
- Dog food
- Crusted scrambled eggs left in the pan after dinner
- Miso salmon (this one was kind of a gimmie)
- Corn tortilla
- Plain yogurt
The list is by no means representative of everything he’s tried to eat or at least swipe his litterbox paws through. In retrospect parts of this list may also reflect poorly on us for having these things around, but in our defense there were a lot of salads and sauteed vegetables that occurred in that time period too, in which he showed no interest. He is on a restricted diet, but as you can see, he’s not wasting away.
Dignity, 0. Cat, 1. And now, a video of said consumption for your viewing pleasure. I’d like to lie and say the house isn’t usually this much of a mess, but it really is about 50% of the time, so no dice.
Hi all! Long hiatus, mostly due to work, although given how limited my readership is I doubt anyone was waiting with bated breath. Nonetheless, I’m currently on PICU, which means a month of home call, i.e. can’t travel more than a few miles away from my house, can’t drink booze, can’t really start any project that cannot be dropped within 15 minutes, so basically, an excellent time to mess around on the internet and little else. Or clean the house, but let’s not get all crazy. More recipes will likely follow, but for now, a glimpse into the unique world of medicine.
Sometimes you get so used to the weird, given your life, that it doesn’t even register. Other times you talk to friends and family outside the field and then what you’re doing just seems bizarre, even if what you’re doing is simply billing/computer training.
How weird life can be