Blowtorch

Saw Thymes this afternoon and she screamed. She screams in glee whenever she sees someone she hasn’t seen in a long time, and although I’ve seen her only yesterday the very packed, busy day and duty night must have made it seem like years (exaj) to her. Also, she screams whenever she drops something, whenever she likes the food she’s eating, etc. I accompanied her to get Coke in the canteen, and she was visibly stressed. She claimed she was totally exhausted, and I believed her. I saw Ernest the other day and he is 1/28th the size he was. And as for Smoketh, she herself declared that she has withered into a giant prune.

“I’m sure in two months you’ll transform from a prune into a total bitch,” I told Smoketh. “Point it out then when that day comes,” Smoketh said.

Truly we are now in the positions that we as students then looked up to with esteem. Back then whenever I would see residents and fellows they always looked so smart and unstressed and scary and respectable. It seemed that they’ve always felt smart and self-assured and dignified and competent and infallible. Now we know what it’s really like, and it actually kind of, well, sucks.

Or maybe they really did feel and were that way, and it’s just me. In which case I’m springing out my blowtorch.



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3 replies

  1. fellowship has a way of putting a leash on you. Not only did I burgeon to 110% my size, I also became the batch bitch. bwahaha. the indomitable cardiology bitch =)

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  2. when smoketh = lu, kill me.

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  3. when smoketh = lu, kill me.

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