The Bachelorette

Rich has been gone on a hiking trip to Utah this last week and I have been living the bachelor life. I went to both of the drug rep dinners that were offered, didn't go grocery shopping, didn't cook and didn't get the house unpacked. Now he's coming home and I feel like I should have the house presentable when he gets here, but I find that blogging is a much more enjoyable use of my time. The past couple weeks have been busy. We had a great trip to DC on the fourth of July. We got to watch the fireworks from the roof of our friends parent's condo that is one block from the National Mall. Here was our view(except when it was our view we weren't in it):

The fireworks were great and when it started raining we didn't have to get soaked. We just went back down to the condo until the show started. It was such a fun weekend, we got to see old friends and tour museums. After going to the Photo museum I really want to learn more about FDR.

Anyway that was our trip. Then I started work. Then Rich took the boards. Then we moved into our new apartment (which is only 2 blocks from our old apartment). Then I worked on cleaning our old apartment. And now you are up to speed on our comings and goings for the last month.

Decisions

I don't know if any of you ever feel like this, but sometimes I just want to go back to kindergarten. Sometimes I think it would be nice not to have to make anymore decisions. Back in kindergarten someone was always there to tell you what to do: eat this, take a nap at this time, play at that time, wear this, be friends with that person and take a bath on this day. The most difficult thing you had to decide was which color crayon you should use to color skin (orange, pink, white?) and the only consequence to your decision is that your mom might think your self-portrait was a pumpkin. I started my new job last week and I am supposed to make all these decisions: what do I diagnose the patient with, how should I treat them, when should they follow up, does this guy really have back pain or does he just want percocet, should I give an excuse note for work, do I tell the 17 year-old's mom that her daughter has an STD, and should I charge this person for not showing up for their appointment. So much of it isn't taught in school. The truth is, I am glad I am not told when to eat, sleep and what to wear, but the most exhausting thing about my job is that there are so many things that don't have a "right" answer.

Happy Birfday Ricardo!!

Richard's birthday was July 1st. I just wanted everyone to know that Rich rules! He is my best friend and is always there for me whether I need somebody to crack me up, hold me when I am sad or clean the kitchen after I make a huge mess making dinner. Rich, as I said to you the first time you brought me flowers..."YOU'RE THE BEST!!"