musings from a couch potato

The day i’ve been waiting for for 2 months has finally arrived: my last OB duty. I prayed during that day that we wouldn’t have so many patients and that I would remain conscious the rest of the duty day despite staying out late the night before. It was kind of bittersweet (with greater emphasis on bitter) actually. I realized that after this, I would never get the chance to deliver a baby again or witness a CS. But maybe I can get back to my nicer intern self (vs the ambivalent and stressed out one I’ve managed to become these past couple of months).

Anyway, during this stressful rotation I’ve realized that there really is nobody I can ultimately depend on but myself. Ergo, I’m no longer afraid to be a diva spinster. I’ve been thinking about the pets I’m going to collect but realized I could go the Angelina Jolie humanistic route and adopt or set up a transition home for unwanted kiddies.  My friend Angie said that it was her dream to be able to sit in a bar alone and enjoy her cocktails by her lonesome but fabulous self. How cosmo! As for me, the real test of whether I’m ready to live the perennial single life: if I can watch a movie by myself. How lola!

This is the best morning of my year, no longer afraid of my cellphone or worried about reprimands. And I’m going to savor the rest of the day by watching a movie…by myself (just hope a creep doesn’t sit beside me!).