I give up. I surrender. You win. Do with me what you will. I can no longer fight you; your power is simply too great. I think I deserve recognition for simply lasting this long. I have to pick my battles, and I guess there are others that are more worth fighting. I am your humble servant.
I’m officially a medical student. I’ve embarked on a new journey, a new phase of my adult life. I have begun to become addicted to coffee. I held out for 8 months, with only a couple instances of failure. But with Preview Weekend coming up for the newly admitted students, and a test on anti-arrhythmics and cardiomyopathies and lymphedemas on the horizon, no longer can I afford to take the nap I once treated myself to. This step also forces me to realize that I am one step closer to becoming my father, a future I have sworn against since the age of 13 (sorry Dad). His favorite anecdote, “Y’know, I never drank coffee until medical school… there’s just too much to memorize to sleep.”
I’m also having horrendous allergies, as all my classmates are. These allergies have been handed down, generation by generation, through my father’s lineage. It’s practically a family heirloom. After a visit to the health service, I’m now armed with Afrin, Flonase, Allegra, Sudafed, and Ibuprofen for a painful lateral allergic rhinitis and sinusitis (translation: nasal allergies and sinus pain). I’ve probably now taken half of the medications my father is now on, and well on my way to lisinopril if I’m not careful. Kidding Dad. Love you.