My friend Gabe & I are texting like we usually do (we keep each other sane through medical school...he mostly keeps me sane but I have moments I like to think that I repay the favor) and since he is amazing, he's applying to Vascular Surgery. In the midst of our usual sardonic musings I gave him a little "advice" while he is on his away AI to drink ensures in the morning to get more sleep ( no chewing, no preparation...good 10 mins more) and he responds with " Bagel while driving in, 4 minutes. Don't do well with liquid diets, tried it already". Exactly. We have already calculated ways of minimizing everything else in our lives so to keep up pace with the crazy world of surgery we're joining?! We are total gluttons for punishment!
Looks like my life is going to be filled with conversations on how to convince congress to add a mandatory siesta hour to the workday(night,graveyard shift...). I want to unfriend myself right now as well.
However, a siesta hour?! Wouldn't that be awe-some?! That would make me happier than a slinky on an escalator.
However, a siesta hour?! Wouldn't that be awe-some?! That would make me happier than a slinky on an escalator.
Doesn't the slinky sound just like me? It's ok to agree, I came to terms that I sound like a 4 year old the day I called our residential office to ask for a maintenance man to come and was met with "Mimi your mommy has to call us ok, can you put your mommy on the phone?". I'm obviously very eloquent as well.
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