So the resident-mate was diagnosed with reflux. Thank goodness it wasn't his heart!


Now on to the bitchfest...

Daegan has bronchitis....a very mild case....but antibiotic worthy nonetheless. He alternates between being extremely easygoing, fun, and sweet and being needy, whiny, and a super jerkoff. Russ is still at the clinic (6:30pm) and still has 3 or 4 more patients to see. I know that it's cush compared to many residencies (surg esp) but this is freakin' ophtho. I was SOOO snowed into thinking it was going to be easier than intern year. I'm not liking this program very much right now. Daegan needs to go to bed, but I know that he'll be woken up as soon as Russ gets home b/c the dogs will bark and carry on and....and putting the boy to sleep always puts me to sleep. I hate cooking dinner when I never know when Russ will come home....I hate eating by myself. I am WAY too needy/codependent of a person for this residency bullshit. I don't think I can make it 3 more years like this. The rest of you seem so strong and pulled together. You run households....I feel like I'm falling apart and I don't even have any of the financial responsibilities. Of course to top off my evening, I'm having bouts of urgent diarrhea. Gross and TMI, I know, but it further suckifies my night.

Guess I'll bathe the boy and try to get him to bed.