Kindness is Creepy

I think it's a northeastern thing. Actually I'm sure it is, since it's one of OleMiss's biggest complaints about the north. Women do not know how to appreciate kindness.

I didn't think I was one of them, and I vehemently denied and argued against OleMiss.

Unfortunately I am...

I work at the local gym once in a while, and there is one older gentleman who always takes a couple extra seconds when checking in to wish me a good morning, tell me it's great to see me again and thank me for telling him to have a good work-out.

The extra seconds he hangs around, my guard shoots up. After he left to go work out, I couldn't believe I had felt that way. I almost wanted to yell at him, and for what?? For being a genuinely nice guy.

I started to wonder about why I felt that way, and I guess it's because I'm just expecting that every man is hitting on me. Every man wants to get in my pants. Every man is undressing me with his eyes. I shouldn't trust guys, especially older ones. They're creepy.

Then I felt horrible... I never thought of myself as your average Boston bitch, but I guess I am afterall.

5 years later

Somehow in my drunken stupor on Friday evening I had the sense to wash the make-up off my face, but when I woke up Saturday morning the fake eyelashes were still superglued to my eyes and really uncomfortable.

I couldn't believe I wasn't hungover... ok I sorta was. I spent the day in this odd sort of haze. Druhil and I sauntered over to Newbury St for brunch/lunch at Trident, then we went to RedSox's place to hang out. That afternoon, Dru had been invited to a bbq out in Brookline and I tagged along.

The bbq was full of random Tufts people from undergrad. None were my friends, but I was happy to see them nonetheless. I also started drinking again.

We spent several hours there, one hour stuck in sox traffic and 2 hours stuck in a restaurant that couldn't handle a wedding party on the same weekend as graduation... even tho there were plenty of empty tables. (Sam, you woulda *loved* this. Snarf)

When we finally made it to Vox for the reunion, we were greeted by a line. Let me remind you that I'm not a big fan of Vox, especially because it is never packed. I found the line to be ridiculous.

Anyways, right away I knew the kid standing in front of me... except we didn't go to Tufts together. We went to high school together. So we chatted, and then the Tufts people started to pop up everywhere. I forgot I knew a lot of people from undergrad. I'm not surprised I only remembered the men.

I broke out into hives when I got upstairs. People started approaching me from every direction to hug and say hi. Many I recognized, but overall it was overwhelming and I had to run to the ladies room to calm down. I knew I partied a lot in college, but somehow I thought I always saw the same people.

Miraculously, I didn't see a single ex-sorority sister. Either they never showed or left early. Regardless, I had an amazing time. I saw all my former roommates, a bunch of ChemE's, pretty much everyone I wanted to see and then some.

RedSox met up with me, and I introduced him to everyone. There were plenty of whispers of awe as I was known as the quintessential single gal... *the* predator.

I found it all amusing... and I look forward to our next reunion... imagine 10 years later.

GLAMOROUS!

Anxiety hit it's peak Thursday night. I had a crazy weekend coming up with a big fashion event Friday and my 5 year college reunion Saturday.

DruHil was up for the weekend because of our college reunion, and she stayed with me. We talked about all the people likely coming to the reunion. I think I was more nervous about that event because I don't ever want to see people I don't like... and there was a good chance many of them would be there.

Whatever the type of reunion, I think it's safe to say we all want to look fabulous. So the Glamorous Event on Friday had to go really well because someone was going to cut my hair. Someone else was going to do my make-up. A designer had clothes for me to wear. And one of Boston's socialite's (aka Trophy wife) dabbled in jewelry and had some for me, too.

Basically I had no control over what would happen to me Friday night. It freaked me out, and I ended up drinking heavily...

I got a little sloppy, but mostly had a fabulous time... and my hair... wow I have bangs. My make-up... heavy but sexy. My dress... boobalicious.

So when it came time for my reunion Saturday, I was excited to show off my new look...

Thank You to ALL my friends who came out to support the event Friday night. I love you guys!

Quirky Genes

My first week of genetics has been pretty awesome. I have seen people with all kinds of genetic disorders. It's pretty amazing, though occasionally sad.

I love telling a woman that she does NOT have the breast cancer gene.

I love telling new parents that their baby may have tested positive for cystic fibrosis, but in reality they DON'T have the disease.

I love the symptoms some of these patients come in with, my favorite being a girl who suffered from rage anytime she ate certain foods.

I hate the sad stories, though, like REALLY hate them. Today I met the brightest, coolest 7 year-old. She likely won't live very long due to her disease. She has two parents who love her dearly, who allegedly found her in a trash can at a restaurant in Cambodia when she was a newborn.

Then there was the little boy adopted from Russia who beats people up, hurts animals, has even killed a dog. His biological mother was a drug-addicted, alcoholic prostitute who fed him vodka as a baby to shut him up and physically, verbally and even sexually abused him along with her MANY MANY other children. I know he doesn't have a genetic disorder... poor thing is just broken.

With all the good and the bad, it still seems like I will be going for genetics. I love it and I know there will only be bigger and better advancements by the time I get there.

4th and Final

Well surprise... I'm sick.

I'm hoping it's because I worked so hard studying for my Ob/Gyn exam today that I just let my immune system go... and therefore it's only fair that the universe give me an AMAZING score.

When I walked out of my exam I realized that I'm actually done with my 3rd year. The medical school doesn't allow me to say that officially, because they have their stupid rules about starting 4th year in July. (I know it's just to guarantee my tuition for an entire year).

But as far as I am concerned, I am starting my 4th year of medical school on Monday.

I wish I could say I can finally relax. The truth is next month and for 5-6 months afterwards, I will be working my tushy off to get recommendations, write a personal statement and apply to residency programs.

I'm excited, scared, nervous... but for now, I'm not gonna let my emotions get the best of me.

For now, I'll just try to get over being sick.

My picture is all wrong.

I don't mean to be a hypocrite. It's my job to provide healthcare. It's just a shame that I don't follow the american academy of *everything* guidelines myself.

Let's talk about calcium. I love milk in my cereal. I don't often eat cereal for breakfast. I love cottage cheese, but I never think to buy it. Yogurt has it's ups and downs depending on the brand. A calcium supplement would be ideal, but I don't make trips to GNC.

So when I tell a woman she needs to up her calcium to 3 servings a day when I myself don't get 3 servings per month, I wonder what's wrong with this picture.... then I had cottage cheese at lunch and a gigantic bowl of cereal at dinner.

Let's move on to self breast exams. They should be done 1 week after each menstrual cycle. It's important to feel all the tissue and be sure you know your breasts in case something one day doesn't feel quite right.

So when I teach women how to do self breast exams when I have only done one in my entire life, there's something wrong with this picture. I should probably do mine tonight since my period ended last week.

Luckily I don't smoke (anymore). I do drink quite a bit, but I need the antioxidants from the wine. I don't do any illicit drugs (anymore). I exercise regularly (woohoo for saying No to anorexia as a teenager).

I may not be perfect, but no doctor is. We just know what the guidelines say and do our best to make sure YOU follow them.

well how bout them apples

Remember my post about the family and apples?... yeah here's another supporting argument.

I'm at the Celtics playoff game last night when I feel my phone vibrate. I see it's my mom, but I let it go to message. At half-time, I listen to the message and she says, "Roxy, call me as soon as you get this."

Though she didn't sound worried, I was worried my dad kicked the bucket with another stroke. I called her right away.

mom: Roxy... I'm drrruuuunk. Can I stay with you?

Me: goodness. I'm at the Celtics game.

mom: whaaaa? So I can come now?

Me: No mom, I'm at the Celtics game.

mom: ok i'll go to the hospital and wait.

About 30 minutes go by and I get another phone call.

mom: Roxy. I'm downstairs. What should I do?

Me: go up to your office and I'll come get you.

mom: Where are you?

Me: I'm at the Celtics game.

mom: what's that?

Me: basketball. I'm coming now.

I get to the hospital about 15 minutes later.

Me: hey mom, how's it going?

mom (stumbling around her office): There was wine and then beer... and then a COGNAC tasting!!

Me: do you need water?

mom: no... I need water.

Me: ok let's go. By the way, I got a cat.

Arrive at my apartment. Sebastien greets us at the door.

Mom: you got a cat?! From where?

Me: a family

Mom: oh. So where did you get him?

Me: from a family

She then sits on the couch and pretty much falls over onto the pillow.... until the next morning.

Me: morning mom.

Mom: oh wow. I can't believe how much I drank last night. HEY! I have 2 different shoes! How did I do that??

Me: you changed into different shoes at your office.

mom: why would I do that? and they're both left shoes!

Me: because you were wasted.

mom: oh... hey where did you get the cat?

Me: from a family

mom: oh... ok I'm gonna go now.

Me: have a good day mom!


AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS WHY & HOW I ROLL....