Germy

For those of you who have been around me for the past year or so undoubtedly have heard me spout off on this topic, but I want to have my thoughts digitally preserved on this issue before the madness begins next week. First, before I really get into it, I had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know 20 or so of my classmates last night at a BBQ. Despite knowing that a 32 year old is not the oldest medical school matriculant in the history of med schools, I have become more aware of my "old-fartness" lately. Perhaps this is partly due to a strange and unexpected Gout attack last week, but that is a different story (kind of.) So, it was nice to meet at least half-dozen other 30-somethings last night. I should clarify that I don't really think that a hand-full of years difference doth make a successful student or something like that, but when one is a little older there are other considerations, such as the self imposed urgency of getting on with life -- yes, self imposed...

In less than a week I will be in medical school. Even though time has continued to march forward, and will continue to, I'm still in a place where it doesn't completely feel real. Part of it, I'm sure, is that this has been such a long process. On top of being older than the typical student (in any field) I was offered a spot nearly a year ago when I had already been on a wait-list for 9 months. So, to go from a place of suppressed hope to a place of tortured anticipation, and then to preparation is satisfying. My wife and I are feeling settled in our new home here in California, and we've definitely been enjoying sleeping in and not doing all that much for the past couple of weeks. That being said, we still managed to unpack all of our boxes and organize our new home. I am pleased to have a new cadre of house plants, as I had to get rid of all my old ones because your not supposed to bring them into California. At least I was able to find them new homes before we left...