Even if it drained the bank account and maxed out my credit, traveling across the country to different pediatric residency programs was a blast. Outside of the formal introductions to each respective program, I had many conversations and new perspectives to pediatrics, global health, and infectious disease to ponder.
Come March 16th and I’ll know where I’m matched to! With many great programs/places/people at towards the top of my list, I’ll be glad and content to go just about anywhere.
Completing some of my clerkships up in Saranac on a Rural-Med tract was the highlight of my clinical years. It was a turning point of sorts, and allowed me to experience living and working in a close-knit and honest small town, not to mention the great views and ease of getting out for a walk, hike, or canoe.
Many thanks to the staff and physicians at AMC. It was an honor to work there for 3-months and I hope it showed.
It’s a few days out and I’m still feeling the sorry soreness from the last-minute weekend decision to run in the 4-mile shamrock. With the memory of the Chicago polar bear dip still fresh and stinging, it’s difficult to come up with any good excuses to sit at home and be comfortable instead of taking on irrational feats.
With spring in the logical future, 2,700 were also itching for warm weather and ran through the Irish neighborhood to give St Patty’s day a warm-up. The bands rocked out at the neighborhood pubs and porches, giving us turn by turn motivation to keep on running.
I think I got into this situation with my two of my life motto’s, “it’s free” and “eh… it’s not going to kill me.” true and true, but I’ve never felt such painful coldness in my life. Thank you Chicago wind. “Feels like 8° F” wasn’t sugar-coating it. Great start to the year though — it’s rare to feel such a contrast of life.
The final walkabout on the Lancaster family farm.
Grass-fed beef isn’t the only meat on the table.
Yashica contributions from a week in the desert.
Stepping into the Notre Dame Basilica of Montreal last week made me feel like I had left the north continent, somewhere across the ocean instead of simply over the St. Lawrence river.
It was simply gorgeous with all of its blues vaulted above. I’m especially pleased at how this long exposure shot turned out. No tripod, and an absolute shot in the dark (questionable pun) as for how long to keep the stutter open on the yashica — looks like eight seconds was a close enough guess!
I have little to add or say here; just that once again developing a roll of film yesterday has taken me back in time [to the beach in Haiti].