7 weeks, 1 virus

And I don't even know where it came from since Turing and I came down with it on the same day . . . the zoo? Certainly not the clinic. I wasn't entirely sure if I should go to clinic or not. On the one hand, it would be totally lame to pass it on to some already sick people. On the other, I have three half days I can take off this rotation and I already had to take off 2 because one of the doctors had some out of town commitments. I wasn't feverish or coughing, so I went. And washed my hands a lot. poor cuticles.

When using that alcohol gel all day, it is important to remember to wash your hands with soap and water before leaving the office. I do a really good job of not sticking my fingers in my eyes or mouth when I'm in the clinic. But I apparently rub my eyes when I drive and that residual gel really dries them out and I'd have to pull over to the side of the road. It only took me 6 times to figure it out.

In a week, I have my first multiple choice test in 5 years. I'm having a hard time taking it seriously. Multiple choice?! Wouldn't it be awesome if patients came with multiple choice? Like a real-life choose your own adventure.

I meet with some other MD/PhD types to study up for this rotation. We are all fairly unphased by the entire experience. It's "yup, I'm behind and I've forgotten a lot, I'm studying, I'll catch up." But not stressful. Confidence! One of them rooms with a bunch of regular MD student types and says they simultaneously manage to watch 3 hours of TV a day, complain about how stressed they are, and how they're too busy to, say, get a boy/girlfriend.

I'm just too busy to lose weight. Or, I lose 7 pounds over a couple weeks, then promptly gain in back in a week. When I stop nursing, I won't have an excuse anymore. I've started running farther. Blah.

In other news, the boys seem to both be more adjusted to me being gone so much and seem to be getting along for a moment. Turing can climb onto the porch and has his train tracks set up there where Huxley can't get them. And they're generally doing a good job of otherwise not annoying each other. Huxley is climbing, climbing, climbing. And climbing. I got an official "mama" this morning. Sweet. Turing's language and imagination continue to grow in leaps and bounds and in ways that I can't describe. He's also more into drawing again. But not the potty.