Code Blue

It's cold in Philly. The city has this system called "Code Blue" in which if anyone sees someone sleeping on the street, they call a hotline so police will come get them and take them to a shelter. A radio show I listen to imagined the hotline just being "You've reached the Code Blue hotline. Man, it's cold out there! It is friggin' freezing! Jesus, it is so damn cold out there. Welp, thanks for calling."

For Your Consideration

It was my last day on the psych unit for *this* block -- but I'm still there next week. I lucked out, because though I'm working the "Christmas" block, I'm actually only working Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, so I get Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off! And then I'm overnight on Friday, but as of Saturday morning 8am I get six days off. It's been a good month.

Hell, it's been a good year.

Report

So, since I last posted, I finished medicine on a high note (my senior resident said I did better than many regular medicine interns! Huzzah!) and had an awesome Thanksgiving week with my family and friends. I did a week of inpatient psych, which was overwhelming at first but then great -- and let me just say, I've done medicine and I've done psych, and believe me, psych is better. I have free time in the evenings! I baked Chilean sea bass Saturday night in dry white wine with garlic and olive oil and tomatoes and it was delicious. I met up with my cousin and her husband tonight, impromptu, and we went out for drinks at this authentic Irish bar a block away from me. So nice.