Day 1000!

To commemorate this milestone, I made a little collage of random (some meaningful, some not) entries I have posted in the past one-thousand days.

I want to thank each and every one of you for bearing with me through this lugubrious process and supporting me when I needed it the most. I certainly don't blog for me. My life isn't exciting enough. So I thank you, sincerely, for caring enough to make me feel like I should blog.

To the next 1000 days and whatever adventures they have in store!

Day 995: Instant knowledge and gratification

This won't make sense to any of you, but I want need to be a doctor.

Right. Now.

Day 992: GO PACK GO!

With my new love of the midwest comes one thing. Support and love for the local team. I gotta tell you, after a season of losing (a la the 49ers), it's nice to support winners every now and again :)

As the title suggests, GO! PACK! GO!

Day 988: Happy Year of the Rabbit

Day 983: The grind

You know, this is a poorly titled post. The word grind (in my mind) conjures up the image of someone working diligently and somewhat frazzled-ly because of how much work there is to do. My situation is actually the opposite of grind. It's very routine, but the last thing it is is a grind.

I wake up. I do yoga (I've been lagging lately). I eat breakfast (Cheerios!). I bike to the lab. I plug in my laptop and chat with people/read stroke papers/listen to NPR/check my email 8-billion times/sit around. I eat lunch. I continue chatting with people/reading stroke papers/listening to whatever NPR/Morning Edition I haven't finished listening to/checking my email/sitting around. If the lab PC is availble, I switch over to do some work. I leave at 4pm for my bike ride home. Depending on the day, I go to the gym with my friend around 5 or I go for a run around my 'hood. I come home. I shower. I work. I watch TV with my Mom. I go to bed around midnight.

Rinse. Repeat on weekdays, if desired. (It's not a desire so much as, well, a routine. And besides, no one's home and I just become the biggest lollygagger on the face of the Earth if I stay at home so at least I get a 20-minute-each-way bike ride in.)

Day 976: Germs, be gone!

(From zee 'net) 

This picture is showing a scientist looking at germs. When, in reality, what this image is really demonstrating is how many germs surround scientists. I think (really, my mother thought this up and it made complete sense to me) these germs are the bane of my good health!

I, Jess, used to be the perfect image of health. No need to knock on wood because... since November 2010, I have been sick every. Single. Month. Runny noses. Coughs. All the symptoms I never have when I get sick. I think science/research/progress is making me ill. Literally.

Day 973: Why NoLa is not on my life map.

Last night, I told my friend at the New Orleans med school I got into that I would not be attending his med school. He seemed somewhat surprised, but was altogether understanding. I was surprised to learn that the issues I had with that school were issues he shared as well. The biggest issue being it's location.

Look. The best way to describe New Orleans is as a beautiful handful. The history in it's buildings and the city itself are both intriguing. However, the beauty of the place doesn't change the fact that Katrina happened and there is still a lot to be done. I have no problem being a part of the solution, I just feel like...I don't know. NoLa isn't for me and we don't mesh well. It's not big enough of a city and not small enough of a town. It's all a vibe and gut feeling and it all comes down to this: how could I live somewhere where I didn't want to be for four years?