i really like reading other people’s blogs. is that weird? i mean, YOU are reading this right now, so you probably get it, but not everyone does. i like hearing about others’ lifestyles, and i find it fun to read about certain things especially — those involved in some of the same things i like to do. here are some examples:
and there are a couple more that don’t even fit into these categories. that sounds like a lot — i guess it is! i don’t actually keep up with every post of every one, but i tend to get caught up on days off (or post-call, reading while falling asleep in bed!).
anyway, it strikes me that my blog is a hybrid of these three types — so i was wondering, who is reading and why? i do not have a super-enormous readership (probably because i whine too much) but it is still more people than i ever thought would want to read my ramblings.
ALSO: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! i’m going dressed as a NICU resident to work today. glam-tastic!
workout: i attempted to do an interval run post-call yesterday, but my body just said NO during the very first interval. i switched my schedule around and just did 6 easy while catching up on us weekly. i still can’t tell whether jennifer aniston is back with john mayer, and i’m still not sure that i care.
reading: is never going to occur post-call.
cooking: i came across a recipe for ‘super-veggie’ salad in this month’s shape and knew i had to make it. it had: greens, carrots, celery, green grapes, pear slices, figs, goat cheese, walnuts, and bulgur wheat. YUM! the dressing was a bit of olive oil, cider vinegar, maple syrup, mustard, salt, and pepper. great flavor combination! i constructed mine by layering lettuce on the bottom, then all the fruits/veggies/goat cheese/walnuts, and then i put the bulgur on one side and drizzled dressing on top. i ended up mixing it together as i went, though!
aaaaand for dessert (ok, not really but sort of) i had an entire bottle (it’s only 30 ml, or one ounce, which worked out to 600mg) of children’s motrin that i had gotten in clinic. i had burned my hand toasting the walnuts and it hurt, but we were out of ibuprofen! it worked great and flooded me with memories of ‘sick days’ of my childhood.