Outpatient OB/GYN has progressed surprisingly well. Fellow male medical students tell me they spent more time outside of the patient rooms than inside of them. With my preceptors, I’ve only been asked to step outside once or twice a day. Far less than I had been expecting. I’m honored each time a patient allows me to participate in their care.
Over this long weekend between rotations, we hosted two little dogs and one little brother. A rowdy female Pug, a nervous Pomeranian, and a combined masters/PhD student from the University of Virginia. The house felt full of love.
Honestly, I don’t have much to reflect upon this week. There were some interesting cases on the inpatient psychiatry service, but they aren’t ones that will stick with me. Cool stories, for sure. Just not the type of stories that I need to get out of my head.
Fall seemed to last about a week. Warm seventies gave way to fifties, then a sudden drop to freezing, and there we’ve remained.
I am thankful for the fire that keeps this home warm. The oak and ash logs that burn throughout the night. I love keeping the fire. Last week, I went three or four days without touching a lighter. I love the challenge of fire.
Dear Past Eugene,
Reading your message gave me more strength than I had anticipated. The past few weeks have been challenging in ways I could not have predicted. I recall reading the letter about two weeks ago, after an anxious morning and a feeling of overall dread. It had been quite some time since my last brush with anxiety and panic.