Friday, July 4, 2008

Hey, wait, didn't I use to have a husband around here somewhere?

So. We moved. Right now it feels like we relocated to the inner circle of hell, but I'm pretty sure that's just because I hate moving and unpacking and repacking and recycling zillions of those tiny little foam peanuts which get everywhere and under furniture and stuck in your dogs' fur and fly around when you try to sweep them up and eventually require you to set fire to your new home just to get rid of them.

There are a lot of things I still can't find, including my husband. I'm pretty sure I wrapped him very carefully in bubble wrap and put him in Styrofoam molds and labeled the box "HUSBAND--LIVING ROOM", but I thought that about the accent lamp that goes in the guest room, and that's nowhere to be found, either.

Okay, I didn't lose him in the move. He started internship this week, and his first month is night float. That means that he gets home around 9am, at which time he eats and stumbles to bed to pass out, sometimes still wearing his scrubs, then a few hours later he's up and out the door. It's so weird. Most of my time with him these days is on the phone during his commute. Turns out that Bluetooth headset was the perfect graduation gift for him.

In any case, I'm thankful to have so much stuff to keep me occupied while he's always away. I have about 2K years of unpacking and settling in to do. I have a few more rooms to paint. And, just so I don't forget that I'm still in medical school, I have a bunch of residency application stuff to do, a personal statement to write, my packet of random stupid crap to turn in for my last rotation, and some studying to prepare for my next rotation. How am I supposed to fit all of that around my Arrested Development marathon?

Well, it's time for me to turn in--I have a big day tomorrow, getting my VERY PROFESSIONAL (=black suit, white shirt, understated makeup) picture taken for my residency applications, and before I go to bed I have to practice my "I'm a serious, professional doctor but still fun to work with" expressions in the mirror. But first, time to page my hubby a kiss goodnight.

1 comment:

DK said...

Yeahhhhh, intern year will do that to you....

Hey, if you need anything at all while ERASing, feel free to hit me up. I'm happy to read personal statements, advise on other things, sympathetically nod while you vent, or do brief intensive therapy to help you deal with the issue of being forced to lie by a form that then makes you swear you told the truth or risk penalty of death.

Good times, good times.

And hey, I just moved too! Still can't find the coffee pot. Or my office.