musings from a couch potato

Even though the cashier in my hospital’s cafeteria constantly assumes I’m a medical student, I can’t deny I’m finally catching up with chronological age. Just this week, instead of updating my scanty fall wardrobe collection with my paycheck, I saved the money for fleece blankets from RiteAid. Then as I was walking down the street today, I saw all these kids in their cute Halloween get-ups and wondered if I’m ever going to have one of my own (whom I will never, ever allow to dress as Hannah Montana or Britney, por favor!). I sometimes envy my attendings or co-residents with their left fourth digit rocks not because I want to get married now but because I want to think that I someday would. And I spent my off day from work vacuuming, doing laundry, paying my bills, and making sure I have enough soap bars and tissue rolls. I have to admit, growing up is hard to do.