Doc Coco is back.

It’s been a long time. I know.

I survived my internship, knee surgery. Another break up. And now I’m staring my Social Service in the face. For those of you just tuning in, after too many years of classes and jumping through hoops, I am now Doc Coco

game over.

So the mystery man who drove me home on New Year’s Day…Richard. We’d made plans to catch some coffee together a while back. He was gonna be at the hospital last week, the perfect moment for some quick coffee time. Then when he didn’t show I didn’t think much of it. Then unexpectedly… I’d just finished applying make up in labor and delivery when he shows up.

in deep.

I just had the most uncomfortable phone call. With an attending from the hospital where I am currently an intern. A man. Who’s been wooing me the last few weeks. Sigh. How cliché.

untitled number 72.

It’s like struggling for air and finding there’s no oxygen available. A slow burning pain for which there is absolutely no remedy..

A New Year.

I’m halfway through my internship. Just six months more to go.

I greeted 2016 with a group of fellow interns in our on call room. We had some bubbly, tacos (haha). A bottle of whiskey.