"Hello Friends..."

"...I'm your Vitamitavegemin girl! Are you tired, run down, listless? Do you poop out at parties?"

Yes, yes, yes...and yes! I don't know why, but last week's workload wore me out. No gym, no household chores, and very little cooking....just work and sleep. And salsa this past Saturday? I didn't poop out at the party. I didn't show up.

My mother has been telling me for weeks that I need to settle down and rest. That all this running would catch up with me. That I'm gonna crash and burn. I hate that she's always right. I'm just grateful that I didn't run myself into a cold, or even worse, the flu, which has been going around at work lately. So the cop and I stayed home all weekend. We did some shopping for the honeymoon, and I prepared a lovely Sunday dinner, but for the most part we parked it on the couch, kicked back a few drinks, and caught up on some of our favorite television shows. It was precisely what we needed.

So, it's back to work tonight. I'm looking forward to it. As I've said before, Monday's aren't all that bad for me. I enjoy not knowing what awaits me. I enjoy the mystery of the unit, and the waxing and waning of excitement. There are times where I sit on my butt for 8-12 hours, and then there are nights when I don't eat for 8-12 hours (like last Friday). I hate it...and I love it!

Lately I've been thinking a lot about specialties. What specialty am I most suited for, and which will provide me the excitement and the challenge that I desire. ED? Sounds fun but I would hate to be stuck in the fast track treating the common cold and repairing superficial lacerations. Ortho? I love bones and muscles, but will I enjoy being the minority in a male dominated field, and will I be treated like an associate rather than an "assistant?" As of now, I have narrowed it down to Critical care (not sure which subspecialty), Cardiology, ED, and perhaps GI. I'm sure this all will change once I reach clinical year.