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.

to be.

The semester is about halfway through. I am literally ten weeks away from graduating. The end of medical school.

I have to stop and think really hard about that. I can’t quite believe it to be true.

paralysis.

The bf, now ex, and I broke up a few weeks ago. A month…. who knows? I’ve lost track of time. I’m deep in mourning. Mourning the loss of one of my biggest sources of support, the castles in the sand he and I built, and of course the major limitations arising from my injury.

MM. again.

Tonight Grams and I were sitting having coffee. We were talking about food, the different kinds she’s helped prepare for special occasions over the years. She genuinely loves cooking and being in the kitchen. Once upon a time she would prepare vast quantities of food for various family events, baptisms, quinceañeras, weddings… I can’t help but think to how strongly I dislike being in the kitchen. It holds zero appeal for me.

“What menu are we going to plan for my wedding Grams?”