I'll see you in the ICU!

14 and a wake up!

w00t!

I can't believe this is almost over!

Just as I was gettng used to this level of misery, overwork, bordom, ennui etc...IT'S TIME TO BLOW THIS POP STAND!!!

We received an email today saying that our White Coats are in the ETP office, we need to pick them up and that we need to IRON them and CARRY them to the ceremony...LOL

I have one more paper I'm working on; a case presentation of one of my patients who had had a BT shunt (Blalock-Taussig) at 16 and a Fontan at 24. Seems odd to have it so late in life, but after reading about it, I wonder if this is what Steve, my physics prof, has had. I haven't heard from him since last summer. The emails have stopped. Men are peculiar, especially the smart, funny ones. (shrug)

So, I've been trapped inside on this lovely sunny (but windy day) reading journal articles and writing my butt off.

I'm looking forward to finishing the presenation of this patient, because that's the last day of class, and I have 3 days off following it. I might go downtown and meet my friend Eric (Hey Eric!) I couldn't make it to the Asado he and his wife are having for their new baby, Zephyr (coolest name, or what?) and while downtown I might try to see if I can find something for my non-official preceptor, Flora, whom I adore. A few of the ETP anesthesia/acute care peeps are planning on a night of some billiards and LFTs (liver function tests...i.e. "drinking") Also, I need to hang out at the MOMA alone for at least one day, to clear my head of all the ugly I've seen here. I can't wait to go home and paint and sketch again...there's been no time for anything here.

For the preceptor that I don't adore, nor loves me, I bought her a hundred dollar collection of 6 CDs, with the librettos for some of the best Operas ever written. I wish I could afford such a thing for myself. We've discussed opera a bit, she likes to go, but I still don't get the American "Opera is a high end, snob activity for which one must put on all one's bling"mentality. Fuck that. I love Opera in Italy, which is for the people. A ticket costs as much as a night at the movies, and is frequently more enjoyable. In Florence, we used to go to the Opera Comunale; in jeans and tee-shirts and fit right in with the rest of the community.

I miss Firenze.

I will start to look for an apartment in Florence in earnest once I am done with school. It's the complete antithesis of New York. As long as it's got an extra bedroom (for you free-loading bitches :P) and a terrace where we can enjoy a nice red and some cheese at the end of the day and call down to the piazza "Ciao!"

Ahhh, I miss Firenze.

posted by sketchmonkey @ 2:36 PM