Here I sit with Jack Johnson on Pandora to my right and a full cup of coffee to my left. Its 8:36 pm. My brain should be swarming with the right anesthetic management of cerebral aneurysms but there is a pit in my gut that will not let me think such things*. My brain is burned with the image of a road sign I pass every day: "I-40 to Albuquerque next right." Not only to I find myself veering towards the exit, but I want to get a screw driver, take the sign down, and put it in my pocket.
Aaron and I do not just miss Albuquerque, we yearn for it. I don't know if its for the comfort of the familiar in our chaotic world or for the fact that we were a happy family there. We were NOT a married couple in separate household getting by seeing each other on the weekends and an occasional dinner date. Let me clarify, we ARE a happily married couple more in love than ever, just a little distressed with our self-induced situation.
In a sick twist of fate, in 34 more days, I will be able to take the exit "I-40 east." But instead of stopping (permanently, not for the visit we have planned) I have to keep heading east for my cardiac rotation. I am excited and grateful for a new experience but am disappointed in my graduate school for not securing the proper rotations for my class in Arizona.
This small town feeling will all disappear at the end of August once I finally reach my destination and have those four little letters to add behind my name....
*Side note, I'm just writing the case up-I already successfully managed this case-even after the aneurysm burst!*
Friday, April 22, 2011
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