I stumbled, I fell, and I picked myself right up again.
I haven't told anyone this until now, but it's true: I didn't do my P90X workout yesterday. I'm sorry! It was supposed to be the Chest and Back workout, but I had pulled my teres major muscle the day before, and I was in too much pain to do any of the exercises. The kicker? I didn't even hurt myself doing one of the intense resistance workouts. I pulled it on my stretch day. That's right: I injured myself by stretching too far. What the heck is wrong with me?
Luckily for me, my back no longer hurt today, so I was back at it with Plyometrics, this time with Sunny at my side. I liked having a workout buddy, but when she left, she said something along the lines of, "I'm never doing P90X again!" Guess I'll just have to find someone else who wants to torture his or her body with me.
EDIT: I just read Sunny's latest blog post. Sounds like she had a great time!
Decoration Day
Today, I honored the fallen soldiers of our great nation the way they would have wanted: by celebrating my freedom with boating, steaks, and ice cream (not necessarily in that order).
Timmy's parents own a condo at Smith Mountain Lake, so Katen and I joined him for a relaxing day on the water with his family. We started the morning off with some waterskiing, which was just another opportunity for Timmy to prove that he's better than everyone else at all athletic endeavors. We took Titan out in the boat with us, and as you can tell, he enjoyed keeping a close eye on Uncle Timmy.
In the afternoon, we took the boat out to Bridgewater Plaza, where we strolled around the shops and tried (unsuccessfully) to cool off in the shade. The entire area was crowded out the wazoo, and Titan was freaking out because the waves kept rocking the boat on the way there, but it was totally worth the trip. I really like this photo I got of Mango's Bar and Grill from the second floor:
We spent the rest of the evening lounging around the condo, playing in the water, and feasting on an inordinately large dinner despite having snacked throughout the entire day. In other words, living the American dream. All too soon, it was time for us to head home, but before we did, we all decorated stones to keep at the condo as a record of our visit, including Titan.
We're finally home now, and I'm totally exhausted from what was probably the best Memorial Day I have ever had. Now, if only I could get tomorrow off to recover...
Timmy's parents own a condo at Smith Mountain Lake, so Katen and I joined him for a relaxing day on the water with his family. We started the morning off with some waterskiing, which was just another opportunity for Timmy to prove that he's better than everyone else at all athletic endeavors. We took Titan out in the boat with us, and as you can tell, he enjoyed keeping a close eye on Uncle Timmy.
In the afternoon, we took the boat out to Bridgewater Plaza, where we strolled around the shops and tried (unsuccessfully) to cool off in the shade. The entire area was crowded out the wazoo, and Titan was freaking out because the waves kept rocking the boat on the way there, but it was totally worth the trip. I really like this photo I got of Mango's Bar and Grill from the second floor:
We spent the rest of the evening lounging around the condo, playing in the water, and feasting on an inordinately large dinner despite having snacked throughout the entire day. In other words, living the American dream. All too soon, it was time for us to head home, but before we did, we all decorated stones to keep at the condo as a record of our visit, including Titan.
We're finally home now, and I'm totally exhausted from what was probably the best Memorial Day I have ever had. Now, if only I could get tomorrow off to recover...
Sunday Surprise
You know how you feel when you run into someone you totally didn't expect to be there?
I walked into church this morning, took a bulletin from the deacon, stepped into the sanctuary, and was greeted with a "Hello." I reflexively responded, "Hi, how are you?" but it took me several seconds before I realized that I was talking to Will, one of my best friends from college. He and Erin were in town, and they had fortuitously decided to come to the service at University Baptist Church this morning. Needless to say, I was ecstatic to see them, sit next to them during the service, and perhaps most importantly, catch up with them over brunch courtesy of Erin's parents.
Fun fact: Before I came to medical school, Will was the person with whom I had the most pictures on Facebook. And it's not too surprising, because we went on four tours together: three with Jubilate and one with University Singers.
Of course, that record has long been shattered. My interest in photography has become an obsession with documenting everything that happens in my life, and as a result, the new title holder is Nosheen, with whom I share a staggering 330 pictures. Hey, we can't help it that we look so good together.
I walked into church this morning, took a bulletin from the deacon, stepped into the sanctuary, and was greeted with a "Hello." I reflexively responded, "Hi, how are you?" but it took me several seconds before I realized that I was talking to Will, one of my best friends from college. He and Erin were in town, and they had fortuitously decided to come to the service at University Baptist Church this morning. Needless to say, I was ecstatic to see them, sit next to them during the service, and perhaps most importantly, catch up with them over brunch courtesy of Erin's parents.
Fun fact: Before I came to medical school, Will was the person with whom I had the most pictures on Facebook. And it's not too surprising, because we went on four tours together: three with Jubilate and one with University Singers.
Jubilate Spring Tour 2007 to Orlando, FL. Don't worry, we haven't matured much since then.
Of course, that record has long been shattered. My interest in photography has become an obsession with documenting everything that happens in my life, and as a result, the new title holder is Nosheen, with whom I share a staggering 330 pictures. Hey, we can't help it that we look so good together.
Time Stand Still
And with the blink of an eye, I'm already done with two of my fourth year rotations. Where has the time gone?? This is supposed to be the best year of my life, so I really need for it to last as long as possible.
I wouldn't have expected to say this, but I'm going to miss my Rheumatology selective. I learned a surprising amount of medicine, and since the only procedure they do is joint injections, I'm much better at those as well. Probably the most important thing I learned during the rotation though was that Pediatrics was the right choice for me. Adult patients just... how can I put this delicately... complain too much. Hm, that wasn't very delicate, but it's definitely true. And let's just say that there is no future for me, no way, no how, in pain management. Hats off to the doctors who deal with that on a daily basis.
Okay, now seriously, can we figure out a way to make this long weekend last at least five more days?
I wouldn't have expected to say this, but I'm going to miss my Rheumatology selective. I learned a surprising amount of medicine, and since the only procedure they do is joint injections, I'm much better at those as well. Probably the most important thing I learned during the rotation though was that Pediatrics was the right choice for me. Adult patients just... how can I put this delicately... complain too much. Hm, that wasn't very delicate, but it's definitely true. And let's just say that there is no future for me, no way, no how, in pain management. Hats off to the doctors who deal with that on a daily basis.
Okay, now seriously, can we figure out a way to make this long weekend last at least five more days?
Craigslist Killer
I'm sore. I want a massage. I don't want to ask Titan because how can you trust a masseur who doesn't trim his own dewclaws? Solution: the Charlottesville craigslist.
Just a few clicks brought me to this posting:
I am a student practitioner looking to do some body work for some extra practice. I will come to you so you can have the comfort of your own home. Please contact me for further details and to schedule your appointment. I look forward to talking to you.
But how do I know if I can trust this anonymous "student practitioner"? How do I know this person isn't an ax murderer seeking out his or her next victim?
Obviously I punted the question straight to Matt, who has been doing a lot of research on serial killers as of late. He says it's for his Psychiatry for Non-Psychiatrists selective, but I have my doubts. Anyway, here's what he had to offer:
My assessment is serial killer.
At no point does this person even allude to massage. "Body Work" -- what are you, a car. The only body work that will be done if you call this person back is the kind you see in the cadaver lab. Notice how they said "I look forward to talking to you." Not with you, to you. You will not be talking because you will have a sock stuffed down to your lower esophageal sphincter. And what do they mean "Student Practitioner?" Clearly they are practicing murder on students. That's the worst part of all of this. They aren't even good at it yet. They are gonna botch the entire thing and you'll just be stuck there, sock in mouth, unable to do anything about it. You won't even be able to give them pointers because you won't have fingers left to point with. But you know what is most ominous about this e-mail... who is that grammatically correct?
But I dunno, maybe you should roll the dice?
The man makes some good points, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm sore, so I'll probably just have to contact the masseur/killer and find out for myself.
Just a few clicks brought me to this posting:
I am a student practitioner looking to do some body work for some extra practice. I will come to you so you can have the comfort of your own home. Please contact me for further details and to schedule your appointment. I look forward to talking to you.
But how do I know if I can trust this anonymous "student practitioner"? How do I know this person isn't an ax murderer seeking out his or her next victim?
Obviously I punted the question straight to Matt, who has been doing a lot of research on serial killers as of late. He says it's for his Psychiatry for Non-Psychiatrists selective, but I have my doubts. Anyway, here's what he had to offer:
My assessment is serial killer.
At no point does this person even allude to massage. "Body Work" -- what are you, a car. The only body work that will be done if you call this person back is the kind you see in the cadaver lab. Notice how they said "I look forward to talking to you." Not with you, to you. You will not be talking because you will have a sock stuffed down to your lower esophageal sphincter. And what do they mean "Student Practitioner?" Clearly they are practicing murder on students. That's the worst part of all of this. They aren't even good at it yet. They are gonna botch the entire thing and you'll just be stuck there, sock in mouth, unable to do anything about it. You won't even be able to give them pointers because you won't have fingers left to point with. But you know what is most ominous about this e-mail... who is that grammatically correct?
But I dunno, maybe you should roll the dice?
The man makes some good points, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm sore, so I'll probably just have to contact the masseur/killer and find out for myself.
Traffic Jam
You wouldn't think that Sam's Club and Walmart would be crowded at 11am because, you know, isn't everybody usually at work at that time? Yes, but not retired grandmothers. I think every woman over the age of 70 was running errands at the same time I was.
And do you know what women over the age of 70 use when they shop? Checkbooks. Yes, I know, I didn't know they still existed either. But they do. And there is a direct relationship between a person's age and the likelihood with which they regularly write checks. Unfortunately, there is also an inverse relationship between a person's age and the speed at which they write, which may explain why I spent over 30 minutes waiting at the Sam's Club cash register. Seriously.
At least I got some much-needed groceries. And by groceries I mean $90 worth of Chex Mix, peanut butter filled pretzels, mixed nuts, pita chips, trail mix, and so on. What? Exercising makes me hungry! You know, like grossing-my-friends-out-by-eating-six-plates-at-Newcomb-for-dinner-while-I-was-in-college hungry. I even had to get out of bed at 2am last night just to eat a snack! Just... can't... stay... away... from the chocolate chip cookies...
And do you know what women over the age of 70 use when they shop? Checkbooks. Yes, I know, I didn't know they still existed either. But they do. And there is a direct relationship between a person's age and the likelihood with which they regularly write checks. Unfortunately, there is also an inverse relationship between a person's age and the speed at which they write, which may explain why I spent over 30 minutes waiting at the Sam's Club cash register. Seriously.
At least I got some much-needed groceries. And by groceries I mean $90 worth of Chex Mix, peanut butter filled pretzels, mixed nuts, pita chips, trail mix, and so on. What? Exercising makes me hungry! You know, like grossing-my-friends-out-by-eating-six-plates-at-Newcomb-for-dinner-while-I-was-in-college hungry. I even had to get out of bed at 2am last night just to eat a snack! Just... can't... stay... away... from the chocolate chip cookies...
I'm Going to Regret This
Plyometrics is no joke. You know how sometimes you exercise so hard that you feel like you're going to vomit? That was me, twenty minutes into the workout tonight. Excuse me while I pass out and die.
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