my life, my pace

There’s another reason why I’m so anti-social: if I don’t go anywhere near people, then I can’t get sick. Unfortunately, my husband likes people.  So we hung out with a sickie…and no big surprise, now we’re both sick. Fun.

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1. like a prisoner being given his last mealThat's what I've felt like these past couple of weeks. Everyone keeps telling me to enjoy everything while I still can as if I'm some prisoner enjoying my last meal before my execution. Sad how that statement is pretty much true. It is so unbelievably hard for me to accept that I'm going to have to give up everything that I enjoy indefinitely. Simple things like lounging around the house with my dog, playing Rock Band, cooking, blogging, sewing, tennis...all the things that make me me. All those things will no longer have any place in my life as I enter the abyss that is the third year of med school. Having these things then having to give them up again makes me almost wish I'd never done a PhD so that I would never have tasted such freedom because it is now so hard to let it all go. Well, I think you get my point. Enough whining. I've been MIA for quite awhile now because I've been enjoying my last meal to the fullest extent possible and was on a last-minute vacation. It was fun, but the spectre of third year was never far behind so it wasn't quite as fun as it could have been. But at least I won't regret not taking a vacation later. I don't do much on vacations besides eat and shop and this one was no exception. And for some reason, I was obsessed with finding a perfectly functional handbag because I...

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