One Hundred and Seventy-one, Dr. Horrible

I finally watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog. Doogie Howser (yeah yeah, Neil Patrick Harris) can SING! Go watch it. Pretty please.

One Hundred and Seventy, Being Chiseled Away

While I am enjoying myself (I started Surgery on Monday), I am tired, and eagerly awaiting the rotation where I will be allowed to sleep more. Alas, they are all far away next Spring. I've slowly been refining what kind of doctor I want to be not by selecting and excluding specific positions like obstetrician or surgeon but by selecting and excluding doctor qualities and types of patient interactions I enjoy and dislike.

One Hundred and Sixty-nine, Start of a Queen's Reign

"Go on, get in there!"

As I stepped forward, a fleeting moment of nervousness and panic entered me and left as I strengthened my resolve. I was ready for this. I'd seen it done many times by now and felt comfortable with the process along with the doctors there. I held the little girl's head as it came at me. I moved the head and the shoulders downward until the top shoulder came free. Then, before I could blink, she popped out! I wasn't prepared for the speedy exit she made so I was holding her with both hands as she started crying (the practiced physicians develop a one-handed safe baby-holding technique). The resident put the clamps on the cord and Papa leaned in to cut it with the scissors. Finally I handed the little girl off to the pediatric crew ready to assess her health.

Later on I asked the resident, "Does it ever get old?"

"No."

One Hundred and Sixty-eight, Millennium Falcon

My interest in Hot Wheels and various other small, die-cast scale models led me to obtain a replica of the Millennium Falcon slightly larger than a silver dollar. It's currently sitting on my desk. I keep fighting the urge to grab it and fly it around the room. Valiben would tell me that I shouldn't play with it because it would be bad for me. Then she'd say that I should give it to her instead. She never asks for something, she always explains a reason why you shouldn't have it and she should. Manipulative child.

I still love her and miss her.