Hi!

Where have I been? Ooooo, I know, I know! I've been busy with a whole lot of boring!

Yes, shockingly, the life of a junior resident is rather boring, at least on paper. I work a lot, woo-hoo! But things have been going really well and there are interesting stories but a medical blog- eh, that's the whole reason why I write a little bit now and then. To get away from the all-consuming medical-ness of my life.

But, after an insane-o start to the week, things are mellowing out and this weekend, I might even go for a hike. And finish all the little "to-do's" on my list so that my apartment is 100% ready-for-occupancy (read: host a dinner party without being embarrassed by my slob-o-ness). It's hard to get an apartment looking great when the bed is in the living room, but I think this week will be the week.

I'm also going on leave next week! Hooray! It's been a little while so it'll be great to get away. And then I have one more month before research which I can't WAIT for. Finally, I'll get some time to work on papers and still get to leave at an early time.

What would you do?

"AAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH, stop bleeding all over my laundromat McBleedy!"

I had just closed the level on a mega-washer that had a nice little niche for a finger until that niche was suddenly obliterated by the lever slamming into place as the door locked. Ow, ow, ow! My fingernail is ripped off almost halfway into the nailbed and I am bleeding. I'm grabbing dark items as I'm trying to make a fake bandage and I cannot believe what a bleedy, needy laundromat patron I've become. What if people think I'm trying to spread dangerous bloodbourne pathogens? I'm so embarrassed!

And I am convinced that somewhere, the owner or attendant is going to come up and start screaming about my ridiculous bleediness.

But instead, all I get is, "Do you want a bandaid?" I also get shown to the sink so I can wash off my bloody hand. Nice.

The laundromat is actually quite nice- clean with awesome-o machines that are super quick. So quick, I can't even write too long of an entry. Next time, I'll write about the awesomeness of receiving my household goods in my new place. It's like Christmas. I even found out that I owned a TV. Crazy!