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Coats and Conversations

After finally finishing our move this weekend, I feel like I can sit down and unwind a little bit. I’m a little bit scrambled right now…it’s been a long few days. I didn’t even find the box with my underwear in it until just a few minutes ago.  Let me help you catch up a little.

Most of this weekend we spent moving. Since my wife and I just bought this house, our first, we both like it a lot. As well as being larger and newer than our previous rental, it also now boasts special amenities like hot water and Wi-Fi. Thanks to a snafu with the utility company, we went the first night and half of the second day with no running water (still had electricity though, much needed in this oppressive humidity). Now that we own the house, however, we have a grand list of projects to accomplish, and since I start medical school tomorrow, I’m beginning to realize most of these projects are going to take a while, especially considering my incompetence at handyman work (earlier today I installed a toilet paper roll holder at nearly a 45 degree angle to the ground, because I installed it while sitting on the toilet seat. I never stood back to see how level it was. Derp)

The good times got rolling when I went to pick up the Uhaul trailer and discovered that Uhaul does not rent any trailers to people with Ford Explorers, due to a history of lawsuits and bla bla bla. Now I’ll give you one guess what I drive, and what vehicle I was planning on using for towing this big trailer down the highway. Awesome. Of course you don’t rent to people who drive MY EXACT CAR. Ironically, if I had driven a Ford Escape (which is smaller) I would have been fine. Also, Mercury Mariners and Lincoln Navigators are both just fine, despite being near replicas of my car. I put together this stunning visual to illustrate the logic behind this.


*This is totally accurate and reflects actual Uhaul policy

I was able to overcome this dilemma thanks to a friend with a truck who picked up the trailer and took it to my house, where I hooked it up to my Explorer and drove for several hours at highway speeds with no problem. Everything after we arrived was a blur of rain, humidity, boxes, painting, and more boxes, then suddenly it’s Sunday night. I don’t quite know how we managed to get to this point, but I know it would never have happened without a friend named Dave and my parents sacrificing their entire weekend to drive up here, help us move, and then go to the White Coat Ceremony.

Ah yes, you knew I had to be getting to that. The other main event this weekend was me getting “cloaked” with a short white coat, which indicates my entry into the medical profession (the white part of the coat means “doctor”, but the short part means “doesn’t actually know anything”). The ceremony was about 90 minutes and included lots of speakers telling the parents how great the university is, but I got to spend about 90 minutes in a big room with my entire class. I’m interested to know, after such a long year of trying to get in to medical school, who all the other people who got in are. No one just accidentally shows up in medical school (probably), and while I have enjoyed mocking some of our more ridiculous members, I have always hoped to meet some really stellar people once I got in to medical school. This white coat thing was the first time we all got together, so I had a chance to do just that. 

Would you believe that this is my class? It’s not….I stole it from the internet.

My medical school is a larger private school, and I was amazed at the geographical diversity I saw. I imagined many students would be locals, people who attended the associated undergraduate school and then matriculated directly into my school. Instead, the first four people I met represented the four corners of America (San Diego, Seattle, Portland, and someplace in Florida). Since this is a private school, there is no “in state” or “out of state”, so much of the class comes from somewhere besides this area of the Midwest. I think that’s pretty neat, and despite my normally introverted and reserved demeanor, I am excited to get to know these people. The “meeting” part will have to come later, I suppose, since most conversations are following the standard format I learned in college. The year begins with “Hi I’m ________, from ____________, and I went to high school at ____________”. Then it’s “how are classes going?”, then “how are midterms going”, then “are you going home for Thanksgiving?”. The next part is tricky, because you can either ask about how Thanksgiving went (dangerous), ask what they are doing for Christmas (a little better), or ask about finals (safest). In January you ask about how break went, in February everyone is depressed and stays in their dorms, in March you talk about spring break plans, after which you ask about spring break, then suddenly it’s the end of the year and you ask about summer plans. Boom. Every year for four years. It’s like the small talk road map. I was going to make another MS Paint illustration for this, but it surpassed my abilities. Maybe next time.

So tomorrow we really begin. I don’t think we are actually expected to learn anything this next week. Most of our schedule is meetings, info sessions, and paperwork. It looks suspiciously like orientation at my undergrad, which was excruciatingly boring, mixed with some activities that actually look like fun. I will go to as many as I can, and spend the rest of my free time catching up on sleep and probably blogging right here. This leads me to the last sad part of this post, the fact that my wife had to leave and drive back to our old city for a few more weeks of work, leaving me all alone in this new house until next weekend. I will be fine, since I’m usually pretty good at entertaining myself (blogging, reading, etc), but I hope she makes it through the week in various guest rooms and basements. 

For now, I will leave you with this gem of a personal statement, which is required reading if you or anyone you know has agonized over an essay for medical school at any point in your life.

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Recommended Doses

My wife and I have had a lot on our plates for the last few months. 

On May 22nd, I got my acceptance letter for medical school. So really everything started right around then. I had graduated less than two weeks before I got that fateful email, so I had around two weeks of blissful work, no school or anything.

Since that day, however, it has been totally and completely nuts. We have both quit our jobs, my wife has found another (and I haven’t because…well…suga’ mama, remember?). We have made 7 trips to our new destination city, often driving 3 hours there, spending a LONG time looking at houses/job interviews/doing school stuff, then driving 3 hours home. These days usually see us leaving the house around 5 am and not returning until the wee hours of the morning. I like road trips and driving more than most people, but these are some long days. (I have the same love of driving as a 4 year old boy – I just like moving the wheel, pushing the pedals, and making the car go).

Also, just to make things more exciting, I traveled to Idaho and did my first Ironman triathlon in June. You know, a week away from home, big competition, physical exhaustion, lots of stress, etc. 

We also bought a car and went on vacation with my wife’s family for a few days. Want to know what all of these activities have in common? Here, I’ll give you a hint.

I tried to think of something witty to write here, but got sad looking at all that money.

Having gone through all of undergrad without any student debt, as well as avoiding car payments by paying cash for cheaper cars. we have so far avoided any debt at all. That whole financial plan was shattered pretty quickly this week, as we racked up more money in debt last week than all of the money I have ever spent in my entire life on anything put together. Yikes.

So they say (I’m not sure who “they” are, in this instance. Most of the time I like to reference exactly who is saying something here, as they could be anybody. This was told to me several times in the last few weeks by several people). They say that couples, especially newlyweds, should not attempt too many life changes in a short time span. I’m sure that whoever says stuff like that is inserting a picture of us, since we have crammed all of these “life events” into a few weeks. Geographic changes, career changes, financial stress, and some bonus stress like Ironman. 

We have done really well with this so far. We seem to grow closer together when faced with stressful situations, and have somehow managed to sail smoothly through some really challenging waters. Yesterday, however, everything sort of caught up with us. We had yet another three hour drive, towing a trailer in the rain, moving all of our crap from one place to another, and we were both just tired of it. I’m ready to be settled someplace and get to work on medical school, which starts next week. Yikes.

Tomorrow we begin the actual move, so my next post should be about my white coat ceremony.

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Life is Weird – Updates

I have lived in the Midwest for around 7 years now, so I am somewhat familiar with the weather patterns (or lack thereof) that we experience. Example: typically in July we experience week after week of blazing heat (100+) with high humidity, just to add more misery icing onto the melting, sad cake that is late July. Today, however, it is 65 degrees and pouring rain. Even weirder, the highs for the last few days have been low 70s, with even more rain. Last summer I only mowed my lawn once, because it never rained and all vegetation turned into crispy brown kindling. Anyways, life is weird.

Tuesday night I couldn’t sleep. This is weird because I usually don’t spend more than two minutes in bed before falling into a deep sleep, which lasts until my iPhone jars me from my slumber in the morning. I sleep through earthquakes, fire alarms, thunderstorms, and long plane rides with screaming kids. Most times I am in such deep sleep that I don’t even realize I need to pee, until I finally get up in the morning and dash to the bathroom (urinating for four straight minutes, oddly enough, is not something my wife finds attractive). So Tuesday night I found myself laying in bed from 12-330, shifting around, rolling over, staring at the ceiling, and NOT SLEEPING. I didn’t like it at all. Life is weird. 

 My younger brother is 17 and in the hospital since yesterday. A normally healthy young man, he cut his leg with a chainsaw last week and now has a bizarre infection. Local doctors are conferring with Infectious Disease specialists in large cities to try to figure out what he has, and blood cultures aren’t showing anything. As I repeatedly tell my friends and family, and despite the title of this blog, I didn’t magically become a doctor when I was accepted into medical school. I still have the same amount of medical knowledge (nothing) that I graduated college with. So when my brother has all these weird symptoms and lab results, I feel like I’m trying to stare at one of these crazy boats.

This is really a thing. It’s called “dazzle” camouflage, and it’s used by only the most fabulous ships in the navy.

A week from today I will move and start orientation things with my medical school class. My beautiful (talented, lovely, wife who is way too good for me) has been interviewing with design firms in this new city, and has received no less than five job offers from various companies, some of whom are not even openly hiring. As a recent college graduate, I know so many people looking and applying for jobs across the nation and getting nothing. My wife, on the other hand, pulls in five incredible offers in one target city (at double her current salary….suga’ mama!!)

Finally, I have carried a composition notebook constantly this week, jotting down ideas and actually working on my book, which I have no chance of ever finishing in this decade. I’ve done that and played an unusually large amount of Minecraft, and it’s been a great week off of work. Oh right, I didn’t mention that. As of last Sunday, I am officially unemployed for the first time in about 5 years 🙂 I have worked through most of high school and all of college, and I feel myself beginning to go a little bit insane after one week of packing and “vacation” at home. I know I’m going insane because I can read, on other blogs, how terrible medical school supposedly is and I still get excited about starting it, just to be doing something.

Life is weird.

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