At last...
Okay, here I am again. I can't guarantee I'll be here for long, but hey, I missed writing random posts about nothing. It's Thanksgiving weekend, I've got the appartment to myself (except for my cat, but he's sleeping and so doesn't count), the new Jimmy Eat World album on my iPod, and a weekend ahead that involves my not cooking anything while at the same time managing to eat a lot. I'm in a pretty good spot, all things considered.
3rd year is off to a good start. I've just finished opthalmology (jesus christ are eyes ever complicated...and kind of gross), and dermatology is next (which promises to bring a whole NEW level of gross into my life). I started the year with emergency...which was really a great experience. I got to see some pretty mind-blowing stuff, including my first up-close death (which sucked). It's a rotation that is easier to look back on than it was to do. I spent most of September pretty depressed, and being relatively isolated in Vancouver didn't help much (nor did my crazy crazy schedule...night shifts are rough). Now that I'm back in Vic, I'm in a much better place.
It's been a strange year so far. I bounce between feeling like I really have a good handle on things one second, and feeling like a complete idiot the next. Learning to be humble is tough (y'know, cause I'm so great and all), and learning to admit what I don't know is excruciating. There's progress, but it's pretty slow.
In other news, I've gone vegetarian. This hasn't been a challenging a decision as I'd thought. And I've gotten a lot of support from my friends and family. Of course, I got to listen to the obligatory 'vegetarians never get enough protein' argument from my mother (a complete fallacy, by the way, but I learned long ago not to argue with my mother), but I thought she took it fairly well. I think it makes my dad uncomfortable. I think he's like me...uncomfortable with farming practices, but managing to ignore how guilty they make him feel. It took a pretty big wakeup call to get me to confront my hypocrisy...I'm not sure he'd ever be willing to try.
Of course, vegetarianism is great, but it's not the be-all-end-all of guilt free eating. To reach that holy pinnacle I'd have to go vegan. That seems a bit extreme right now...but maybe once I've stopped craving meat I'll be able to think about giving up other stuff. We'll see. Maybe it will prove impossible for me to give up milk chocolate. Seriously, I think my serotonin levels depend on getting a daily fix.
At any rate, that's it. I'm actually kind of tired of talking about being a vegetarian. It seems to shock people, and they like to pester me about it. I don't mind generally, but it does get a bit old the tenth time around. I guess the obvious solution is to only be friends with vegetarians...we can sit around and swap tofu recipes and look down our noses at all those carnivores. Ah food snobbery...delicious. As long as those high-and-mighty vegans don't give us too hard a time.
3rd year is off to a good start. I've just finished opthalmology (jesus christ are eyes ever complicated...and kind of gross), and dermatology is next (which promises to bring a whole NEW level of gross into my life). I started the year with emergency...which was really a great experience. I got to see some pretty mind-blowing stuff, including my first up-close death (which sucked). It's a rotation that is easier to look back on than it was to do. I spent most of September pretty depressed, and being relatively isolated in Vancouver didn't help much (nor did my crazy crazy schedule...night shifts are rough). Now that I'm back in Vic, I'm in a much better place.
It's been a strange year so far. I bounce between feeling like I really have a good handle on things one second, and feeling like a complete idiot the next. Learning to be humble is tough (y'know, cause I'm so great and all), and learning to admit what I don't know is excruciating. There's progress, but it's pretty slow.
In other news, I've gone vegetarian. This hasn't been a challenging a decision as I'd thought. And I've gotten a lot of support from my friends and family. Of course, I got to listen to the obligatory 'vegetarians never get enough protein' argument from my mother (a complete fallacy, by the way, but I learned long ago not to argue with my mother), but I thought she took it fairly well. I think it makes my dad uncomfortable. I think he's like me...uncomfortable with farming practices, but managing to ignore how guilty they make him feel. It took a pretty big wakeup call to get me to confront my hypocrisy...I'm not sure he'd ever be willing to try.
Of course, vegetarianism is great, but it's not the be-all-end-all of guilt free eating. To reach that holy pinnacle I'd have to go vegan. That seems a bit extreme right now...but maybe once I've stopped craving meat I'll be able to think about giving up other stuff. We'll see. Maybe it will prove impossible for me to give up milk chocolate. Seriously, I think my serotonin levels depend on getting a daily fix.
At any rate, that's it. I'm actually kind of tired of talking about being a vegetarian. It seems to shock people, and they like to pester me about it. I don't mind generally, but it does get a bit old the tenth time around. I guess the obvious solution is to only be friends with vegetarians...we can sit around and swap tofu recipes and look down our noses at all those carnivores. Ah food snobbery...delicious. As long as those high-and-mighty vegans don't give us too hard a time.
posted by Keltok at 4:29 PM
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