My two excuses for not blogging. At least they are productive.
Residency is intimidating. I've been out of school for 3 years and now here I am, back in the inferno, where I am expected to know all of the things that I forgot immediately after I took a test. It's like being in a haunted house-I'm always tense because I never know when someone is going to sneak up on me and "BOO! What should I do about this patient's argatroban that is infiltrating into his skin?". Ok, maybe they don't say BOO first but they might as well. Strangely enough, I don't mind getting up at 5:15 to go to work. And when I get home it's a "good" tired feeling. I even go out in public after work here and there, since the aversion to mankind that I developed while working in retail is slowly starting to fade.
P90X pisses me off. I am sore, and Tony Horton is annoying. And if I hear "Bring it" one more time I may throw a weight at the TV. I like the workouts though, and I need some sort of program besides walking 3 mph (okay, sometimes 2.8) on the treadmill while I watch It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
