just add medical school to the list of "things that will make you need a therapist."

you know, when you're learning about your body and what it does and why it does what it does and how it does it or doesn't do it you're more inclined to hash and rehash over every little crumb of every morsel of your life.

why do you think i call the place "gross dissection?"

hey guys.
so what's new with me? i got an 86% on a physiology exam. my highest med school grade in a real (like a class that actually matters) class ever. go me. i felt smart for like 4 minutes. and then i didn't.

i have this friend that i've been meaning to write a letter to for the longest time. (it's funny how i have different best modes of communications for my different friends. like some of them i love to email, some i have to call and others i have to sit down and write a letter.) anyways we haven't spoken since like september and i'm sitting here trying to think about what i need to tell him about me now.

i have adjusted a whole lot more. you all said that was going to happen and of course you all were right. i think my highs are a lot higher and my lows are a whole lot lower though. for instance, being able to eat a really nice meal with the boy or just sit back and laugh at life gives me such a great satisfaction. but then i'll go to my closet and see i have
nothing to make me look even remotely presentable. or i'll look in the freezer stacked with the frozen dinners that are the only things i have enough time and money to eat. and i feel uglier, broker and more stressed out than i have in a really long time.

they warned us at the beginning of the year that one of the hardest things that med students have to deal with is a lack of control over their lives. right now i have no say on when i eat, how much money i live off of or who i see all day. those are freedoms that i took for granted in the past. i guess the initial shock of losing all of those things has worn off a bit, and i have found better ways to deal with it all.

and managed to get a good, solid b.

and i just found out i'm going to cuba this summer, you fucks!


so i think i'll write this letter and try and say all that stuff? goodnight.