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.