Bad Blogger

I am a bad blogger. It's been over three weeks since I posted. In my defense, a lot has happened in those three weeks. I moved out of the old apartment, to the new one for my clinical rotation. I have been working long hours at the clinic (for free, mind you. No money.). I have hemmed and hawed and still don't have internet access in my apartment. Made a few trips home on weekends...it's been a fast a furious few weeks.

The new apartment isn't bad. It's very small and very old. Like heavy paneled doors and glass doorknobs old. It's got a gas heater, which I don't love. It's slow and cycles on and off, leaving the apt just a little chillier than I like it, regardless of what I set the thermostat. Gas stove too, which has been a new experience. Never used that before. But I'm learning.

The clinic is alright. It's a much bigger clinic than I've ever been in before. I've seen some interesting patients and interesting treatments too. I'm not sure I believe in all of them yet, but I'm going to learn what I can while I'm here. If it happens to help someone someday, it will have been worth it. My instructor is an interesting guy. He's older than most, I'd say pushing sixty. And kind of a hippie. He's into eating crazy foods to treat what ails you, and is way more in tune with his colon than I think is healthy. Also he doesn't let me do a whole lot. I don't think it's because he doesn't trust me, I think he's just old school. He's into playing by the rules, which means that line of sight supervision means that quite literally he has eyes on me at all times. And since a lot of things need to happen in a treatment room, he's in the (very small) room, and just can't manage to keep his mouth shut and let me treat the patient. Nice guy though.

Two weeks until my first wedding shower! I am so excited I can hardly stand it! I've been thinking about my registries and planning hypothetically, but I can't wait to actually touch our stuff!! I think it's more about things finally becoming reality than getting presents, though you will never hear me complain about presents. I thought I would feel more "adult" when it came time for me to have a bridal shower. I mean, only grown-ups get married, right? I don't really feel very adult. Then again, in my head, I'm seventeen. Is that ever going to change?