Final Stretch

It's my last week in the psychiatric ER, and boy am I ready for it to be done. Overall it's been great, but for some reason the past few days I have just gotten very tired of emergency psychiatry.

Foodie Reaction Formation

So Mike, my gentleman friend, if you will, of the past couple of weeks, loves food. He thinks about it constantly. He's an excellent cook, and is fascinated by exotic ingredients.

I think this past week I've had a backlash against thinking about food so much, so I've been eating crap, and lo and behold, I feel rolypoly. Ah well.

Eat Drink Man Woman

I've been dating a guy I had a crush on for, oh, 5 months or so, and it's been really nice. We've only been going on dates for a week, so maybe nothing'll come of it, but hell, this is the first time in a while that I've been excited about someone. It's been pretty low-key and fun so far, and I'm really enjoying it. (And I dare him to find this blog.) (In fact, if anyone can find this blog by searching for it, I'd like to hear how you do it.)

The psych ER's kitchen.

settling in

I just wanted to post to say I'm feeling much better about this rotation I'm on. It doesn't exhaust me every day. But unfortunately my rotations change every month. So probably one full week out of every month, I'll be exhausted. BUT right now I'm pretty happy -- settled in, I feel like I somewhat know what I'm doing and when to ask for help and when I can handle things on my own, and I love my fellow residents. Life is great.