Long Hours

I know I'm in medical school and it is expected to work hard and long hours, but working roughly 69 hours this week on one bad hip and one iffy hip made my week miserable.  I feel like I am expected to function like this:

 

 

 

But what I really feel like is this:

 



It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!!!!!!!!!

I'm really getting excited for the holidays now that December 1st hit.  I don't know what has me very excited this year, but I am truly excited!!  I suppose it's because last year I was taking boards and had a lot of stress with having to put my cat down, health insurance issues, getting dumped by my orthopaedic surgeon at the time, anxiety issues.  And the year before that I was sick and trying to work through Christmas so that I could have my surgery January 5th out in Vail.  This year, despite me working most of the time, I am more relaxed and less stressed.  Don't get me wrong, I am very busy with finishing up school and interviewing for residency. But I don't have an impending issue this holiday season.  And for that I am thankful.  (I suppose my impending issues will begin in the New Year when I prepare for my surgery and for ranking/matching for residency).  Until then...I'll cherish my holiday cheer. 

 

Today my family and I decorated our Christmas tree.  It was so much fun.  We watched Home Alone on VHS and managed to completely fill our tree.  Each year we get a new ornament from my Mum so that when we "grow up" (no, I have not grown up yet since I am still living at home, going to school, and needing my mumma myself!).  This year we each got an ornament that has an angel with a crystal ball on the bottom.  A fraction of the proceeds went to Make a Wish Foundation.  I thought it was a really cool ornament that is thoughtful. I have more than ten years of decorations from my Mum.  One day when I get my own tree (maybe next year!!!), I'll be good to go!

 

So, it's less than three months until I am done school and ready to roll onward and upward in life.  I am very thankful that I am able to get my surgery done, even if it does suck trying to get there with current pain levels. 

 

I was texting with a friend today and was saying how incredibly consuming hips and pain can be.  It is a bit discouraging that they dictate everything I do in life.  I think about them far too often to be healthy.  Really?  What would be consuming my brain if I didn't have to worry about my hips?  I must have been a less-boring individual prior to my hips acting up!  Whatevs...a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do, eh?