Went to get lunch. Got supremely distracted by the sale in the Christian Bookstore next to the Chinese place. Bought Christmas Presents for Angel. I think I'm going to make him carry the giant black trash bag containing one of them in, just to torment him.
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I'm almost two years out from medical school, here in Indiana where I was born and grew up. I used to write poetry - still do, sometimes - but now I've taken to spilling my heart out in prose. I'm balancing family, expecting a new baby, and working as a second-year family medicine resident. I'd like to take you along for the ride.
My updates are erratic, dependent on my mood, my current work schedule, and my ability to motivate myself. You are warned.
Expect a narrative of my days on shift. Anticipate good experiences and bad. Almost everything I write, personal or not, is a public entry, so be prepared for things that you don't quite understand.
There is a list of those who really do want to know more about me than the general public desires to see. Flip down to "spin a web" and click the link there to get in on that list.
...evening's glow