I don't know what to write.  I can't seem to get anything out.  All these words brew inside, grow wild and knock into each other in my chest, and just as they're about to spill forth I pull them back and bury them deep, as if expecting them to transform into something that will make sense and be worth having when I go back to upturn them again one day.

OR Confessions

-  Adipose tissue looks glittery really close up, I remind myself as I compulsively snack on the weekly potlucks in the lounge.



-  My ideal surgery playlist would consist of BIGBANG, Spice Girls, and Jason Mraz.



-  That awful moment when you need to use the bathroom in the middle of a case.  And the sneaky feeling of relief when you realize no one can hear (or smell) farts in there.



-  As a med student, it is a privilege to be assigned to "bowel duty."



-  As is my luck, I only run into the hot doctor at times when I look most like a wrinkly blue mushroom.