Why I am not sure I should be a doctor...

People suck.

Plain and simple. There just aren't nice people left in this world. Let me explain.

I come home after a week of unpaid work (actually, money is paid OUT for me to be someone's slave) in Townshend Vermont where I basically do nothing but see patients and go to sleep. Enjoyed a nice day yesterday with a ride (I won't mention the three cars that were assholes and went by me within 1-2 feet or honking as they passed...classy) and a few hours of studying at the library.

Got up this morning, worked about the house and decided to go for a walk this afternoon in Charlotte, a quaint little Vermont town, which is where Melissa calls home. We enjoyed a ~1hour walk around the nature preserve there only to return to the parking lot to find a rock thrown through my passenger door window. Melissa had her purse taken with a wallet but no cash lost. She cancelled her cards on the spot, with no transactions having been made.

Why do people suck so badly? What was the point of that? I try to avoid blaming the entire human species, but I struggle. I'm supposed to be nice to some guy in an office setting somewhere who just may try to run me off the road later that week? Or am I supposed to medically treat some kid who was driving drunk and rolled his pick up being a dumb ass?

HOW? Please, anybody. Tell me how I'm not supposed to look at every single teenage kid in the Shelburne, Charlotte area and think it was that little fucker out for a fun Sunday afternoon.

And now, I get to drive back to southern Vermont with a plastic bag for a window. Yup, people suck. We all do. I'll admit it. I think I'm ashamed to be a human today.

In case anyone is reading:

4 years since we lost Allan. And here I am, at a tiny hospital in Vermont. My what a difference four years makes. Life evolves so quickly I think the word evolves is not very accurate. Life changes. Quickly.

I finally spoke with Gardie this weekend while announcing another cross race. We recalled some stories about Al. Epic rides, long road trips, famous nights, various hilarities. That's how he lives on for me.

Hopefully he lives on for you too.


(This is usually when I post a fun photo of Allan, but I have recently fried two hard drives in one 24 hour period. Consequently, I have a loaner computer with none of my photos on it.)

Time and energy

In lieu of time and energy (and lack of readers), I'm going to follow the way of other Web Loggers as noted recently and fore go further posting until the mood strikes.

Why Vermont is so damn nice...

Summer time here is about as fine as anything I can imagine...of course, when the weather cooperates. Last weekend, I was home from Outpatient pediatrics in Rutland and enjoyed a ski on the lake, some fine food, and a relaxing time. This weekend, Melissa and I enjoyed some great food last night thanks to Bennett and Anna bringing over some tasty Andouille sausage. All the while I've been working through a pair of Wolaver's growlers of the brown and IPA (the brewery is on my way home from Rutland). Today, I was invited as a "member of the press" to the Vermont Butter and Cheese Company's Cheese Fest,where I was introduced to some AMAZING cheese. Additionally, many local brewers were on hand. I was introduced to Lawson's, a local brewer from Warren. I'm excited to check them out more. It's fun to support local businesses, and with places like the Co-op, it is regularly possible.

Thanks to the Haydens for getting me into the Cheese Festival to break up the monotony of studying for my peds exam this coming Friday. If you have a local brewer, support 'em. If you don't drink EtOH, bummer. I went through that once...it was rugged.

Off for a run. Did 2.5 hours on the bike to Milton with Mel yesterday. She's getting strong on the bike.

BREW OF THE DAY: Lawson's Maple Nipple Ale - VERY tasty, and yet another reason why Vermont is so damn nice.

Cheers!

I can't find any...

What ever happened to all the good blogging folks of the world? There used to be a solid list of folks I could read. Now, most of them are private, invite only (thanks to Julie and Slyfox) or they've abandoned all hope.

Very unimpressive and I hope to receive some excellent excuses. Also, I hope to be invited to read all these newly "private" sites I used to be able to enjoy.

Some folks who got a bit lame:
Polska Bratwurst
His not-so-radness
Flipped us the Bird
Elder Sleeveless
Not so Sly
Sinful

I could go on...but I figure I'll only call out these folks. Thankfully I can read Turbo's magical insight and get caught up on everything from my former life.

So, if you are being lame...I'm not blaming ya, I'm just saying the internet is not as entertaining as it once was. Facebook sucks. Twitter? Really...I just don't get why folks feel the need to post status updates all day long. Personally I don't twit, I haven't twatted and I can't seem to get anything from it. Those of you who still let me know how life is going (the whole point of these web logs).....thanks.

Someday I'll figure out how to be entertained by the internet again.

Rap songs, more kids, and dust dust dust.

Summer is finally BEGINNING to arrive in Vermont. Weekends are less chaotic than this spring when I was on Surgery and OB/Gyn. I actually get sleep at night. I see patients and peopleare happy to have me involved. It never really felt that way in Maine. Sure, the residents were nice, but it seemed like a chore to see patients, as it felt at times they wanted nothing to do witha med student. I think having a hospital associated with a med school results in a bit more enabling of the students. So, Summer is here.

Thank god.

Any bit of free time I get I have been spending studying or recreating. I do enjoy the latter. Most recently, I've been headed onto the waters of Lake Champlain. One thing that's a bit tough about the SLC is that the lake is not conducive to power boats. Too much salt. Thankfully, Lake Champlain is more accomodating. I've been able to swim and enjoy the warming waters with Melissa and her family. I even got to ski this past saturday. Unfortunately, I'm still sore, and it's wednesday. Yup, that's called being very out of shape. Regardless, it is always fun to sing I'm On A Boat:



Thankfully the new apartment is coming together. We might finally get moved in this weekend, with the cable guy coming and the paint completed, it might actually resemble respectable living quarters. Time will tell. Now if only I could clean up all the dust...

Movin....on.

Time to pack everything up again.

I got a new landlord last month about this time. Thankfully, my old landlord had the foresight to help me out by recommending I give my notice when the "landlord switch" was about to happen. I did. So, I figured the new guy can't be that bad right?

Wrong.

According to my rights, here's some things he's done that have broken the law:
1. Construction on the upstairs apartment until well past 10pm most nights. Usually I have to go up there to get them to quiet down. The law here states that construction can not occur past 9pm.
2. Attempted to increase the rent 40% with less than 30 days notice. Thankfully this was when I told him I was outta here. I'm legally allowed 120 days because I've lived here for 2+ years.
3. Entered my apartment without 48 hour notice, bringing his 2 year old daughter with him, and then NOT cleaning up after her. I now am the proud owner of a pediatric Scooby Doo toothbrush, and got to clean up.

I could go on, but you get the point and I've got a very busy day of packing. I move out Thursday and Friday this week...not much fun, but the new place is closer to school and is in a quieter neighborhood.

Here's my soon-to-be-former living room:

Anyone who can name the movie on the TV gets a prize.

The Force

Is a VERY powerful thing.

enjoy the weekend!!