Old familiar ways

It’s funny to me when people get a glimpse of my life and I always seem to get the same 2 reactions. Either they stand there in shock, or they run away screaming. Very few people take the time to see what I see.

Am I busy? Absolutely. Do I make efforts for those I choose to include in my crazy life? Absolutely. My weeks are planned out for most days.

Mondays: Journal Club, classes
Tuesdays: Study, Class
Wednesdays: Study day for Western Med, run errands, etc
Thursdays: Work, Class, unwind at night
Fridays-Sundays: Drive to Irvine for work

What you might see is a lot of stuff, and limited to no free time. What I see is date nights after I get out of class. Planning ahead for weekends off. Coffee dates before the craziness starts. Study dates with my friends to kill two birds with one stone. I make the most of the time I take away from my planned out weeks. I can’t always do spur of the moment trips. But I make every effort to make the people worth being in my life feel important, valued, and included.

This Wednesday I met my future contractor to talk about my property and build. It was…. Eye opening to say the least. Back to the drawing board, and time to do better research to cut down some of the anticipated expenses. Yikes!

I also lead my study group. Assign articles to read. Make sure the new members joining us now are setup for success. Do my own reading. Study for my topics, etc.

I have 2-3 jobs. This month it’s just 2. Next month it’s 3. I have long, grueling hours/shifts. But all of us try to make the best of the situations we’re handed being weekend workers.

Yes. I work weekends. While it requires that I adjust my schedule, it’s what works for me. Some people don’t understand, or aren’t accepting of us weekenders. But we are who we are.

Do I see myself working weekends for the rest of my life? NOPE. But I have student debt from my first med school, and more building from this med school. And with classes always being Monday-Thursday I can’t work during the week.

This life of mine isn’t for the faint of heart. I don’t always have friends that make time for it. But the keepers do. Some of my best friends are long car rides, or plane rides away. We make it work. Because when I do get to see them it’s like we pick up where we left off. Largely because we talk regularly. I don’t have to see someone every day or week to consider them my friend. Some people don’t understand that.

And as September gets closer I have more and more time devoted to studying for my critical care boards. I have one section left to pass. Time to get this crap over and done with. But that does mean less time for people not meant for my life. I have placed a bit too much fun stuff for me this month. But with the end of the semester looming, and my hermitted boards studying about to commence, it’s the last fun stuff I’ll do before September. For the most part anyways.

Hello Kenny Chesney tickets I’ve had for 3 years. Hello OC fair with Brett Eldridge. Girls nights. Wine nights. Breaks from responsibilities. I’m here for it. Let’s just hope I don’t ruin it over stressing about those responsibilities. . .

I’m 1ish weeks away from no more summer classes. Then it’s time for buckling down for western med, all the articles, and remembering how to doctor it up.

Then every.single.day. Is going to look like: STUDY FOR BOARDS. With a different topic for each study session. Gotta play catch-up.

But I can’t forget about the TLC for my furry babies. Hazel & Fi love me being home more. But Hazel is definitely not enjoying the studying all the time. Me neither girlfriend. Me neither.

Anyways, back at it. 🙂