Pedi Surg

So here's the thing. My life now revolves completely around medical school. There was a time when when older, let's say more seasoned, members of my future vocation warned of a hellish, pain-lusting period of life known as medical rotations. Until recently, I could wholely say without a doubt, "Its not sooo bad. I'm sure things were much worse then."

Sigh, today I didn't see the sun. The infamous Dr. Minifee, that pediatric surgery hipster, related medicine (surgery specifically) to a mistress. "Everything is fine just as long as you give her all the attention she wants. But just as soon as you start to neglect her, that's when things go wrong." I'm more than positive that Hempstead, Texas' finest was censoring himself given his emphatic brow raising and "you know what I'm talking 'bout" glances and the unfortunate fact that talks of extramarital activities are generally less socially acceptable in the elevators of children's hospitals. Que sera.

In any case. I'll miss the colorful Dr. Minifee. Perhaps I can get a fancy recommendation out of this. After all he is my aunt's husband's, 2nd cousin and naturally his wife's college friend was my mother's dance group partner at the same university. I should start calling him uncle.

Speaking of which, the parents roll through tomorrow!