I shouldn’t have had that energy drink this afternoon. But I wanted to see what would happen if I drank it.

I think it’s amusing that my nickname for Azif is now Azzy, considering he introduced himself as “don’t call me azz” Azif. He’s a good guy and just puts up with it.
Jazzy and Azzy are snazzy.

See…Amar isn’t the only resident who can come up with rhymes for an intro.
Now for someone to think up of one for Netsanet or Haripriya. This is an open challenge. To the winner goes the donuts.

Ugh, why do I only feel like posting when it’s late at night and I really should be going to sleep?
Last Friday I finally had time to meet up with Batoul to get ice cream, which I promised her after she got a super difficult IV.
While we were waiting at the front of Kaiser’s for everyone to arrive, the restaurant closed without us realizing it. Yes. We’re dorks. Ice creamless dorks.
So we rerouted to across the street at Irma’s Burger Shack. I was really hungry and thus very bossy. Shaheen said I was doing my upper level job, so maybe I should go hungry more often.
We talked about work and stresses of physician life. Seriously, there are things I worry about that I never considered prior to med school. Por ejemplo, worrying that someone will choke or hurt themselves at a restaurant, because then we’d be expected to…do something. Something smart and heroic. Everyone at the table agreed if such an event would happen, they’d defer to me, the senior there. I don’t think my expression was reassuring. I hoped Ajla would show up soon.
No one did choke that night, which is good as Ajla and Amar did not arrive until way later. We ordered malts (Amar says it’s a 7/10, I say more of a 6). However, Batoul refused to accept this payment. I argued that malts are a perfectly acceptable form of ice cream. But she stood her ground, dooming me to another dinner with them.
Just kidding… it’ll be fun to try again.

Angeline: I don’t know what I want. Chicken fried steak or a sandwich.
Dave: How about a Chicken fried steak sandwich?
Angeline: Ohh! That’s a good idea. It’s the best of both worlds.
Minesh: It’s a Miley Cyrus song!

Deep Thoughts by Tricia Punsalan

There’s one thing that is true: Everyone is born with a face. I mean, I never heard of anyone with just a sheet of skin. You may have an ugly face, all messed up and stuff, but everyone has a face.