Wednesday, March 18, 2015

It's Been One Week

And now I hope that song is stuck in all of your collective brains, because really, it's a good song and it's stuck in my head, so someone should share in this experience with me.

ANYWAY, hello! It's Wednesday and I haven't posted since last Wednesday, but that is what happens when you have a gigantic exam on Friday and another one the following Thursday. In fact, I should probably be studying right now, but I'm not. That being said, I have to get back to it quickly, so without further adieu, this week's installment of Humpday Confessions, a link-up hosted by Making Melissa!

I confess...

... That once again, I should be studying and I'm not.

... I'm not studying because I realized that I need a 35% on this cumulative physiology final in order to pass for the year. That made any small motivation I had remaining completely disappear. However, I don't want to be that jerk who didn't study at all and scored a 7 on the final, so... I'll study. A little.

... I recently had a nightmare that I filled out my anatomy practical sheet BACKWARDS somehow, so I failed. 

... My dad and step-mom are coming up from FL to visit next week and for some reason, my step-mom is obsessed with the idea of going to the Hershey factory. Fortunately for me, the factory itself closed in 2010, so no more factory tours exist. I'm hoping this means they'll take my suggestion of going to the Smithsonian National Zoo in DC!

... I really wish that my dad and step-mom weren't staying with us for 4 nights. It gives me agita, even though they're quite lovely, as far as relatives are concerned.

... Having my sunroof open for the first time yesterday filled me with an overabundance of glee. But today it's chilly again and I am sad.

... I ordered new glasses and I'm kind of afraid of them because they're from Warby Parker and they're bigger/more exciting than anything I've worn prior to this. I went with the "less safe" pair because there's a 30 day return/exchange policy. Don't worry, I'll be posting photos once they arrive!

... I got a massage on Monday and I was so tired/relaxed that I fell asleep. 

... I ate an entire box of Peanut Butter Patties by myself in a matter of days.

... I navigated the NYC subway by myself on Sunday and I didn't die or sit down and cry, but the main reason for not doing the latter is that the sidewalks in NYC are disgusting. 

And that's all I have for you today. Back to the physiology for me...
Making Melissa

- A

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Humpday Confessions

Another Wednesday, another set of confessions!

I confess...

... my eating habits have totally sucked lately, and as such, I have gained a few pounds. Wah.

... the other night when Xbox Live wasn't working and we couldn't watch anything on Netflix or HBOGo or Hulu+, I was really upset. It's the first time I've really missed having cable since we moved.

... I really should be studying, but the contractors are upstairs making so much noise, it's hard to concentrate.

... I sometimes let Gershwin eat people-food. Cat-approved people-food. But people-food, still.

... There is still a load of laundry in the dryer from last week. 

... I have yet to finish my application for life insurance.

... I have no idea which company currently holds our mortgage, which is bad because I need to get a statement from them for tax purposes and... I don't know who they are. Go team home ownership.

... I would totally order one of these if it wasn't $190.00, even though I sitll probably wouldn't be able to curl my hair because I am inept.

... I am the worst at writing personal statements and statements of interest.

... I know that I should work and do something this summer, but I really don't want to.

... I have barely done anything today and I am ready to take a nap. Let's be honest, I was ready to take a nap when I woke up at 7:30.

... It is taking all of my self-control to not bake the brownies that are in my pantry. (See confession #1)

... It has taken me over an hour to write this extremely short and simple post. My brain is not on board today.

... I cannot wait for next Friday because I will be on spring break and visiting some of my favorite people and that is basically all I can think about right now, oh my God, run on sentence.

And that is all I have to say about that.

Don't forget to link up your confessions with Making Melissa!

Making Melissa

- A

Monday, March 9, 2015

Blogging Weirdness

If you had told 16-year-old-Alison, who kept a LiveJournal that was read by approximately 4 people, that she would one day have a blog that total strangers would read, she wouldn't have known what you were talking about, because 16-year-old-Alison didn't know what a "blog" was. It took me until last year to even refer to myself as a blogger, mainly because I didn't know what that meant for me. To be honest, I still don't. I'm figuring it out. But today I thought I'd talk about weird things that I now think about because I blog. 

Weird Blogging Thing #1: Reading Other Blogs

I mean, I guess reading blogs is half the point of being a blogger at all, but when I look at my reading list on Feedly or Bloglovin', sometimes I wonder why I started reading certain blogs in the first place, and why I keep reading them. There is one blog in particular that I started reading back before I got engaged, and now that I'm married, I don't really find it all that useful, even though it's not 100% weddings all the time. I feel like the voice has changed. The blog got big. Really big. It feels like a weird mutual admiration society, and I find myself disagreeing with a lot of what the writers post there. So why do I still read it? Honestly, I usually don't. I skip over it in my feed and mark it as "read". Why is it still in my reader? I guess because I'm afraid I'll miss something if I take it out completely. It doesn't bother me to the point that reading it makes me angry or upset, but I certainly don't find it useful anymore. And it's not like the site administrators would know if I suddenly stopped reading. Am I afraid to offend someone? Do I feel like I'm abandoning a blog that provided so much help and support during a specific period of my life? Who knows. 

Weird Blogging Thing #2: Paying for Blog-Related Stuff

Before I started blogging, I had no idea that people paid bloggers. I also didn't know that you could pay to advertise on other bloggers' sidebars, or have your blog designed by a real human (and not just use the Blogger template). Since then, much has changed. I've advertised my little blog on bigger blogs (like Becoming Adorrable and Kate the Almost Great) and I'm currently in the process of hiring Jenn of Hello Brio to give this space a much-needed makeover! I'm super excited to be working with her, and I love her design aesthetic. And see, I never would have said "design aesthetic" before, and now here I am, using it like I know what it means. Anyway, the fact that bloggers spend money on their sites, and then often make money from them, still kind of blows my mind. 

Weird Blogging Thing #3: Readers

When I started writing this blog, I wasn't really sure who it was for or what I was hoping to accomplish. I just kind of treated it like I had treated my LiveJournal, which was a place on the internet to spew my many feelings. It turns out that "spewing feelings" does not equal "useful content," at least not all the time, so I've had to refine what I'm writing here and think about its purpose in the universe. Don't get me wrong, I still spew a lot of feelings. Like, probably too many. But I also try and throw in useful posts, helpful, or funny posts. On a good day, my tiny blog sees only about 100 readers, but I can honestly say that I have never met most of those people in real life. It baffles me that my blog has more than 5 readers, to be honest, so I'm so grateful to all of you who come here and read my words. I also feel like I have become far more censored in what I do post, seeing as my entire med school class probably knows that this exists by now, and I would hate for random people to stumble upon this space and get the wrong idea about me. It's weird to think about what I write as being something for public consumption, versus something for my own personal use and growth. It can definitely be both, and if I didn't want to share it, then I wouldn't put it on the internet for the entire world to see, but it's still weird.

Weird Blogging Thing #4: Being a Product/Brand

There are about 937,000,000 posts about how to be the best blogger/how to start a blog/how to improve your blog, and I think every single one of them has some version of, "Know your brand" on it. I... don't have a brand. Maybe that's because when I started this blog, I was really writing it for me, and therefore, I didn't need to brand myself. Now I am trying to figure that out and narrow down what I want to say and what I want people to learn or feel or get out of my blog, and that's kind of weird. It takes a certain level of narcisscism to be a blogger, I think. You have to think that what you are writing is worth something to someone besides yourself and also think that what you're writing is filling a niche or a need that isn't already filled by the millions of webpages already out there. I have never been one to be overly confident, so getting to a point where I feel like my blog might actually matter has been... rough. Oddly, in the last few weeks, three separate people have told me that I should definitely keep writing, that I have a unique narrative voice, and that even if my story isn't brand new to the internet (which, let's face it, it probably isn't), I'm the only one who can tell my version of it. Now, the hard part is deciding exactly what this blog is for... growing pains are real, people.

Weird Blogging Thing #5: Looking at Life Through a Blogging Lens

In today's culture of being able to Instagram every meal, Facebook every mundane task, and tweet our opinions on whatever want, so long as it fits in 140 characters, it shouldn't surprise me that life as a blogger is decidedly different from life as a non-blogger. Now when I do things, I often think about them in a context in which I could write a blog post. When I read things, I think about how I could talk about it on the blog. I have connected with people all over the country through blogging, and I think about the blogging community as a thing unto itself. What started as a hobby and a creative outlet where I could vent is slowly turning into a lifestyle and worldview, and that's definitely weird. There are certainly a lot of days where I still just spew feelings, but even when I do, I try to do it in a way in which my readers (ha, that phrase still kills me), can connect to it. Don't worry, I still leave plenty of my life off of the blog, and I do things all the time that aren't "blog worthy". That's okay, I like it that way.

If you blog, what are some of the weird things you've noticed about blogging? If you don't blog, what do you think about blogging? 

- A

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Confessions and Questions

Happy Wednesday, also known as, "Oh my God, I have 45 hours until my exam and I am not ready so I am freaking out." It's also time for Hump Day Confessions. WHOO!

I confess...

... I just gave myself more work to do in the way of a summer research fellowship application and due to poor planning, is going to probably give me an ulcer because it's due Monday. GO TEAM.

... I had a dream about diagnosing and treating rib dysfunctions with OMM. When I woke up, I was mad because the treatment I had done in my dream was wrong.

... I have to read 5 papers about hermaphroditic nematodes so I can write a proposal for said research fellowship. I am stoked! (#sarcasm)

... I ate pizza for dinner last night. Then I ate it again for lunch today. Whoops.

... There is still splashed apple cider on my visor from January, when I somehow threw my hot cider all over my car. 

... I started trying to use Google+ again. I am not sure why, but I'm doing it.

... There is a baby in this Starbucks (with his mom, of course) and I want to snuggle him. Society frowns upon just snuggling a stranger's baby though, so I won't.

... I am thinking of changing my blog name because there is nothing simple about my life. I picked Simply A because I go by "A" sometimes but... it doesn't feel right. What do you think?

Making Melissa

And, since yesterday was Blogger Men Tell All link-up for February, here are the scintillating answers from Ken for February's questions!

1. What is your favorite winter hobby?

In the winter I love checking the ten day forecast for potential snow days and then telling all my coworkers and students that I'm going to wear my snow day tie.  That way I'm not the only one that's disappointed when it doesn't actually snow.

How Ken rocks the Snow Day Tie

2. Did you do anything special for your blogger on February 14th?

We went out to dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant, but otherwise we have a tradition of going out of our way to not make a big thing out of Valentine's Day.  Basically we woke up, told each other we didn't get anything for the other person, and then high-fived ourselves for being awesome.

3. What’s your favorite kind of candy?

Dark chocolate all the way.  Anything involving a combination of dark chocolate and coconut is even better.

4. Which Rom-Com would you choose to watch while you snuggle up with your Valentine?

Definitely not Love Actually.

Wife note: Grumble grumble grumble.

5. Who, in your opinion, is the best US president ever?

Teddy Roosevelt.  Aside from agreeing with a lot of his policies (like trust-busting and environmental conservation) he just seemed like he could get anything accomplished that he set his mind to, not just as president but throughout his whole life.  Plus he was from New York.

Becoming Adorrable

So, go link up with Melissa or Becca or both! And what do you think about a name change? If you're a blogger, have you done it? How? Why? Tell me your thoughts!

- A

Too Faced Eye Shadow Collection Giveaway

Elizabeth & Luke - Something Saturdays
Alison - Simply A

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Care and Keeping of Your Med Student

This past Saturday marked one year from the day I found out that I was accepted to medical school (again) and would be completely upending my life (and Ken's) to chase this crazy dream of becoming a physician. I couldn't have gotten here without my friends and family helping me along, but it is definitely an adjustment for everyone when someone goes from being a "real adult" with a job and mostlyfree nights and weekends to being a full time student who can tell you everything you would ever want to know (and then a lot you didn't want to know) about gastrointestinal parasites, but can no longer handle basic life skills like laundry and often finds her keys in the refrigerator.

(Hi, welcome to my life.)

So, if you're fortunate enough to love a med student (or a grad student of any kind), here is your handy guide to keeping your sanity while you help them keep theirs.

So you're married to/friends with/related to/living with/tangentially associated with a med student...

Congratulations! And our condolences. What you're about to embark upon is an adventure filled with twists, turns, tears, laughter, a lot of paper, more coffee than you can imagine, and probably some really gross pictures that you wish you hadn't seen. But it's also going to be great, because you're going to watch your loved one achieve one of their life goals! And it's also going to be terrible because you have to be involved with a person who we can probably safely assume is of above-average intelligence, but who now has lost all ability to function like a normal human being. There will also probably be crying. BUT REALLY, it is going to be great. Trust me.

How can I best prepare myself to take care of my med student?

Excellent question. Obviously, the answer varies depending on your relationship with the med student. Are you roommates? Best friends? Siblings? Legally bound to them at a federal level? Regardless, at the very least, here's a list of things to get you started:

1. Caffeine - Unless you have a rare med student on your hands, caffeine will become a new part of the food pyramid. Probably the part on the bottom that used to be occupied with grains or whatever. The preferred caffeinated beverage of the med student is coffee, but tea, Red Bull or other energy drinks, and 5 Hour Energy are all options. This med student prefers lattes, but being a med student, is too poor to drink lattes all the time, so she defaults to coffee with fancy syrup in it, or tea. This med student also is afraid of energy drinks and highly recommends that you not consume them, even though caffeine is caffeine, so it doesn't actually matter. Anyway, have caffeine on hand.

2. Paper, and lots of it - Lined paper, printer paper, legal paper, post-its, cocktail napkins -- whatever you have, make sure you don't run out. (This med student does not recommend taking notes on cocktail napkins, for the record.) You might have a med student who really likes taking notes on his or her computer, but there comes a time when you need to draw the brachial plexus 9,000 times, or you have to make a flow-chart to describe how the renin-angiotensis-aldosterone system works. For those moments, paper is the only way*.

*See #3 for alternatives.

3. White boards - Even if your med student is really into paper (like this one happens to be), he or she will require at least one white board. The bigger the better. White boards are integral for sketching biochemical pathways with various colored dry erase markers, for listing the 462 different microbes for a single exam, and for banging your head into when you realize that there are 3 more lectures to go in this block and you can't understand how you're going to fit anymore information into your brain. (Med student caretakers may also use the whiteboard as a head-banging implement for when your med student is driving you bonkers.) Savvy students and their caretakers can pick up GIANT sheets of whiteboard for around $12, and the nice people there will even cut it for you. Then your med student can plaster the walls of their room with white boards and draw to their hearts' content. 

4. Snacks - Every med student has their own preferred study snack. Whatever it is, make sure it's well-stocked, especially during exam weeks. Hell hath no fury like a hangry med student.

5. Tissues - Eventually, your med student will get sick. Or cry. Or both. 

So, food, coffee, and office supplies. I can do that.

But wait, there's more! Simply keeping your med student fed and caffeinated is one thing, but the moral and emotional support part of the job is another beast entirely. Your med student is about to get on a roller coaster of emotions that lasts 4 years, but pretend that the loops and spirals and gut-dropping hills are actually class exams, practicals, rotations, and board exams. (Trust me, you'd rather have the loop-de-loops.) Your formerly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed loved one can go from excited to depressed, confident to a quivering pile of goo, focused to more chaotic than a toddler hyped up on birthday cake, and passionate to contemplating alternate life plans like herding goats in Greece... all in the span of an afternoon! You may contemplate putting your loved one on a mood stabilizer, or at the very least, slipping a Benadryl into their next cup of coffee, but this is all perfectly normal. Your med student will return to whatever their baseline crazy was, because let's face it, none of these people are normal, and life will resume. In the interim, here are some tips for being that emotional rock that your med student truly needs (even if they don't know it).

1. Remind your med student that this is something they wanted to do. They may not want to hear it, because at some points, literally anything sounds more appealing than going through those anatomy slides, but somewhere, deep inside, is that little pre-med still doing a happy dance that started the day your med student got their acceptance letter in the mail. Find the tiny pre-med and hold onto it! (That sounds kind of creepy. Whatever, you know what I mean.)

2. Make your med student take breaks. He or she may hunker down for hours at a time, not moving, barely breathing, often making you wonder if they've gone into some kind of trance or perhaps fallen asleep while sitting up. After making sure that your med student is, in fact, awake, gently recommend that your med student take a break. Maybe drink some water instead of a 14th cup of coffee. Have a snack. Go outdoors for 15 minutes! There is life beyond the library/Starbucks/desk in the office. 

3. Don't ask questions to which you don't want the real answers. For example, "When will you be finished studying?" or "Why do you have to study so much?" never have good answers. Sample answers may include:

"Never, because I am so far behind I want to cry."
"When I am dead. Which may be soon."
"NOW, because I am giving up and going to herd goats in Greece."


"Because I am a masochist."
"Because I am so far behind that i want to cry."
"Because I am a moron. How did I even get into medical school? WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE!? I'm going to go herd goats in Greece." (This one usually leads into some kind of existential meltdown.)

Better questions to ask are ones like, "When's the last time you took a break?" (see #2) or "Can I get you a snack?" But seriously, we know that you miss the old life we used to have, where we could binge watch Netflix and go out on Saturdays and have conversations that didn't start with, "Last week, in the cadaver lab..." There are approximately 400 things that we'd rather be doing that studying, and when you ask when we'll be done or why we have to study so much, it breaks our hearts just a little bit. We'll come back to you eventually. We promise.

4. Find out the "Love Language" of your med student. This sounds corny, but hear me out. The 5 Love Languages is a book by Gary Chapman that he wrote after observing that there were different kinds of love that were given and received between clients he saw in his therapy practice. It's geared towards couples, but since love is love, it works with parent-child relationships, friendships, and people who are single. If you know your med student's primary love language, you can help support them in the best way you can. (Also, it's fun to take the quiz and see what your own love language is!)

Okay. So, anything else?

Of course. Here are a few general tidbits that you can definitely use to help take care of your med student.

1. Be understanding. This seems obvious, but make sure your med student knows that you "get it" when they have to cancel plans or when they can't seem to talk about anything but school. Even if you don't really "get it," your med student really needs to hear that you aren't going to disown them, even if they're now the most boring person on the face of the planet (and they probably need a shower).

2. Realize that you probably don't understand. I know, numbers 1 and 2 seem to contradict each other. Sometimes that happens. Life is not simple. Anyway, if you've never been to med school, there is really no way to describe what it is like to be a med student in a way that makes sense. There are analogies that kind of work. "It's like having finals week, every week," or the more traditional, "It's like drinking from a fire hose," are often cited. But really, until you've lived it, you will not truly understand what it's like to be in the trenches of medical school. That's okay, though! Your med student doesn't expect you to understand. In fact, your med student needs to you tether him or her to reality outside of med school. You are an important part of this equation!

3. Be watchful. This is a more serious tidbit, but it is very important. You know your med student probably better than most people. Med school is extremely stressful, both physically and mentally. It is very easy for your med student to become sleep-deprived and ill, or to become anxious or depressed. If you think your med student requires medical attention, make sure you let them know that you are worried. If you think that your med student is going to hurt him or herself, or someone else, you can absolutely inform someone else like the school or their parents or spouse. This isn't meant to scare you, but sometimes it is hard to ask for help. Your med student will thank you, I promise.

4. Help your med student remember that they are more than a med student. This one is very important. Your med student probably feels like their entire life can be distilled down to every exam they take. They may forget that their hard work and their grades are not the reasons that you like to be around them. Remind your med student that there is more to life than med school, and that no, their only friend is not their cadaver. Continue to talk about the things that you enjoy doing together, and help your med student to remember that someday, they will not be in med school and they might have some semblance of a normal life. (Do not, under any circumstances, say anything about how stressful and awful residency might be. And fellowship? Forget it.) Focus on the positives. 

This sounds hard. 

I won't lie to you, it is. But your med student will appreciate it more than you know, even if they don't tell you and sometimes you feel like being friends with your med student's cadaver might be for emotionally fulfilling. The good news is that your med student will totally be able to tell you if you're dying and might be able to treat your back pain with OMM if you're lucky enough to be friends with a DO. You also get to watch as your loved one achieves their lifelong goal of becoming a physician, and to know that you were a part of that is pretty special. Loving a med student is difficult, but it is incredibly rewarding. I promise.


To my husband, friends, and family, I could not have gotten to this point without you. Thank you for feeding me, doing my laundry, making me sleep, making me laugh, drinking wine with me, crying with me, and holding me up. Thank you for the hugs, the phone calls, and the encouraging texts and emails. Thank you for doing all of these things that I wrote about and more. Thank you for being you. When I graduate in 2018, you all get honorary DO's, in my book. (For now, let's not think about how far away 2018 feels.) 

I love you all.

- A

PS: Don't forget to enter this giveaway that Kate is running all week!!

Too Faced Eye Shadow Collection Giveaway

Elizabeth & Luke - Something Saturdays
Alison - Simply A

For this month's giveaway, we're doing something a little bit difference: the winner will get to choose which eye shadow collection from Too Faced they receive! The choices are: Natural Eye, Cat Eyes, Boudoir Eyes, Country Nashville, and Rock n Roll.


- The giveaway goes from 2/23/15 12:01 AM - 3/1/14 11:59 PM.
- You must be in the USA to win.
- You must be over 18 to win.
- I always choose the winner through Rafflecopter within 48 hours. Sometimes I forget to announce the winner on the widget, but I always email the winner, so if you don't receive an email, you can assume that you did not win. (I will/do, of course, try to remember to announce the winner, I promise!)
- The winner must respond to that email within 48 hours. If they do not do that, I choose another winner, and they also have only 48 hours,

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Five Most Important Things I've Heard Recently

It's Friday and I am not entirely sure how we got here. I have a lot of things swirling around in my head for potential posts and updates, but today, the only thing I can manage is to sit here on this couch, finish a bunch of laundry, and write this. And so I present to you, five things said by physicians in the last 4 weeks that have kept me going.

To say that I have had a mixed bag of experiences with the medical profession would be quite the understatement. In fact, I could probably say that more of my encounters with physicians have been less than stellar. Sometimes that has been because my doctors didn't have time, or didn't want to take the time, to really listen. Sometimes, it's because my symptoms didn't fit into any neat little box that they could check on an insurance coding form. But once in awhile, I've been fortunate enough to find a caring, empathic, innovative physician who has made me feel like more than a file full of paper. Even though one of the doctors I've dealt with was a total jerk, I've been pleasantly surprised by most of the encounters I've had since.

1 | "You have been through so much, and I am sorry this is still happening."

That was Dr. C, one of the reproductive endocrinology fellows that works with Dr. S. I walked into the office last Thursday without an appointment and not only did the nurse come out to speak with me about what was going on, Dr. C squeezed me into her schedule to do an ultrasound. I had never met her in person, but after introducing herself when she came into the exam room, she put her hand on my shoulder and this was the first thing that she said. It meant so  much to hear that from her, and to feel like I was going to be well-cared for.

2 | "This did not happen because of something you did or didn't do. It is awful and it sucks and everytime it happens to one of my patients, it hurts. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you will be okay, and you will get pregnant again."

This was Dr. T, my OB. We've spoken a few times since I miscarried and every time, she has been kind and understanding, and she makes me laugh. Humor is tough, because you never want to make it feel like you're trivializing someone's pain, but Dr. T makes me smile every time we talk. I really appreciated that even though she sees this happen really frequently in her line of work, she acknowledged how awful it was. I feel like I can connect with her as a patient, and a woman, and I really trust her to take care of me. People have asked if I want to change doctors for the next time I get pregnant, but I can't imagine having someone who isn't Dr. T being the physician I trust with my care, especially after this.

3 | "There is no need for you to feel the depth of this pain that you're feeling."

This was Dr. G, my psychiatrist. After the miscarriage, I was really not doing well. I wasn't sleeping well at night, I was waking up crying, and I was hiding in bed all day. I wasn't eating. I felt like I would never feel okay again. When she recommended that I take Klonopin to help me sleep, I resisted because I felt like I would be covering up the feelings that I needed to be working through. She laughed and said, "Klonopin is good, but it's not that good." I took the Klonopin for a few days, slept, and suddenly, life didn't seem like the alternative was a better option. She also made room in her schedule for me so I could be seen weeks ahead of my original appointment. I have had a lot of psychiatrists, but none with whom I felt I could also do therapy. 

4 | "This is going to be different for your husband than it is for you, and that is okay."

Interestingly, this was from my rheumatologist, who had nothing to do with my obstetrical care at all. He called to check on me after I sent him a message to let him know what had happened. That, in and of itself, was such a big deal to me, since he was basically just calling to make sure I was mentally okay and to tell me that from an autoimmune standpoint, there was some bloodwork that could be done if I wanted it. He shared with me that his wife had miscarried, and I said that now he had two beautiful children. He replied, "And you'll have beautiful children, too." He also talked about how miscarriage is different for men and women, and I really appreciated that because it validated a little of how I had been feeling. 

5 | "We will get through this together."

This was Dr. S, after I saw him on Wednesday for a follow-up. He is one of the kindest, gentlest doctors I have ever had, and he talks to me like I am part of my care team. When he came into the exam room, he looked genuinely upset that I was still having issues. I feel like he is so invested in my health and care, and I am just one of his many patients. It's really encouraging when I feel like my doctor really wants to be a team, and it's not just talk. When he said that, and shook my hand, I really felt like someday, things will really be okay.

And so, I soldier on. The one thing I keep reminding myself is that someday, I will have a patient who has lost their child, and maybe I can use this experience to be like these physicians that have helped me through my grief. 

Stay warm out there this weekend, and see you all on Monday!

- A

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Confessions, Ahoy!

Making Melissa

Hello, all of you beautiful people. Your hair looks great today and I love that shirt. Sorry, I just figured everyone could use a compliment today, especially given how absolutely craptastic 2015 has been thus far. Anyway, since it's Wednesday, it's time to invite Mr. Channing Tatum back to the blog for Humpday Confessions!

I confess...

... I'm sitting here blogging while Ken makes dinner. He doesn't appear to need help, but I haven't even offered.

... I call Ken "the fuzzband" when he doesn't shave for a couple of days. I also shriek in mock-horror when he tries to kiss me or put his stubbly face near me.

... I should be studying right now, but I'm not. I have the rest of the night and all day tomorrow and Thursday. Whatever.

... I am still dealing with physical and emotional crap from this miscarriage and it's pissing me off and I hate it.

... I am really bad at folding that last load of laundry. All of the laundry gets done, and then the last load sits in a basket at the foot of our bed. Sometimes, it gets so wrinkly and full of cat hair that we have to wash it again. #adulting

... I was irrationally upset this morning when Rowan only had a delayed opening today instead of canceling class. It screwed up the entire schedule of our practical exams, which messed up my entire day.

... I also did a not-so-secret happy dance of joy when I realized that my community health assignment location was closed due to the snow.

... Last night, I dug into the first pint of Jeni's Ice Cream that my friend sent me. It's safe to say that I'm now obsessed.

I think this must be what they serve in heaven.
... I got really excited when Chris Rock mentioned Drexel University in his monologue during the 40th anniversary episode of SNL.

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... I am ashamed to say that I really enjoyed the Miley Cyrus performance of "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover," on the SNL 40th anniversary episode. She looked kind of amazing, especially her sparkly shoes, and I want to know which mascara she was wearing, so... you do you, Miley.  (Although I will always have an unholy love of Paul Simon and still would have preferred to hear him perform his own song.)

And on that note, I'm going to go grab that pint of dark chocolate ice cream and get back to my studying cave. Don't forget to link up your own confession posts with Melissa!

- A