wow, it didn't feel like a month since i last wrote.

here's the new deal on my life:

1.  awful friend:  I have decided to become an awful friend and neglect the people i actually are about.  sorry, melissa....and all the people whose weddings i missed.

2.  the residency aka my life:  i just finished my seminar (presentation) on monday.  for those of you in the healthcare world, it was on tigecycline and the treatment of intra-abdominal infections.  i know, it's a thriller.  i got pretty good reviews on the presentation.  There were points in the presentation where I thought I was going to pass out from the tachycardia (high heart rate, > 100 beats per minute).  i'm almost done with my general medicine rotation.  I had a great team of doctors (one of which was super cute....that's always great at 7:30 am).  next month, i'm doing infectious disease consults....im going to be on with turtle.

3.  the boy:  so, yeah, we are doing our next month together.....this will also be known as the most awkward month of my life.  if we don't end things after this month...we may actually have something.

wait...i didn't even mention that we had started dating. 

here's how it started:  someone had a house warming party.  he and i were the last two people to leave.  he mentioned that i should come over and watch the movie "saw" sometime....I, of course, responded with "well what are you doing now?"  mind you, it was already 1:30am.   I also had to go to work the next day (my birthday, aug 28th).  Well, one thing led to another.....in the slowest manner ever.....still it was nice.

so, now, we have a secret office romance.  people suspect that something is going on...but i think we are going to try this out for a little while and then tell people.  Plus, we need to see if we can make it through all of our issues.

We are complete opposites.  No joke.   

here's a working list:

1.  he really loves playing sports......I think that shopping is a form of competition

2.  i love reading books.....He probably hasn't read anything since high school

3.  differences in the movies we like

4.  i beg him to wear jeans and he begs me not to wear jeans

5.  he's apparently romantic (haven't seen the proof) and i'm obviously not

6.  his apartment is covered with simpsons/family guy posters and mine is covered with indian artwork, photos of family/sf/belize, artwork from peru, canvases that i've painted.

7.  i like no pulp oj and he likes high pulp oj.

8.  i like affectionate pet names and he hates them....refuses to talk to me

9.  he doesn't like asian food.....I can't go one week without it.  also, he doesn't like vegies and i don't really eat meat.

the list will continue...

if anyone has good birthday present ideas...let me know.

hope all is well.

so, it's been a long while since i've written.  much has happened.  i moved to north carolina.  i live in the hippier part of town....which i love.

the town is really cute.  note:  i called it a "town."  that's right, folks.  goodbye city.  hello bugs.  you know the saying you can't see the forest for the trees.  or something along those lines.  Well, here you can't see the shopping centers b/c of the damn forest. 

After you get used to all of the characteristics of the south, it starts to become home.  I can even imitate a southern accent pretty well. 

The Residency:

First:  it’s a lot harder than I ever thought.  I know it will turn out well.  I’m just wondering if I’m ever going to have a life.  I’m on my 8 day on….that’s 8/19 days.  Normally, we don’t have to work that often but im covering for someone.  I know I’m so sweet that I hate myself.  I have 5 million projects right now.  Yep, that’s it. 

Second:  The residents are really great.  Everyone is really nice, funny, super smart (it’s scarier than ucsf), etc.  Everyone tries to make an effort to hang out.  We pull pranks on each other through the text-paging system.  I know, we sound like dorks.  Well, we are dorks. 

My Love Life:  AKA my state of anorexia

I am in a state of serious starvation.  It has been 4 months since I’ve seen/tasted/ordered/went out to get “food.”   Please take your minds out of the gutter.  I just want to go on some sort of date or something.

So, here’s the situation:

A boy in my residency is single.  He is Indian.  He is cute in a dorky kinda fashion.  Does anyone else think it’s an amazing coincidence that we are the only two single people out of our entire residency group (N=12)?  Weird? 

Anyway, we have this third grade style flirting between us.  He makes fun of me, then I make fun of him.  We send each other harassing text messages. 

Today:  I texted him with the message, “it’s obvious that you have ‘the hots’ for me.”  Of course, I sent this after he implied that I was fat. 

We are moving at a snail’s pace.  Since “snail” is spelled too close to his actual name, I’ve coded him as “turtle.”  One day he’ll make a move.  Of course, I might be collecting my retirement by then…..but during this state of anorexia….he is really only piece of “meat” that is available.

Actually, I have to admit….I like this boy a lot.  When he’s not making fun of me, he’s actually really sweet and super smart.  Plus, he’s got really great taste in music.

I’ll keep everyone more updated on the trials endured during my residency.  I’m sure that I’ll have enough ups and downs to relay.

I hope everyone is doing well.  I definitely miss san Francisco sometimes.  I definitely miss everyone in California. 

well....

it's finally summer here.  no more snow....at least i hope not. 

so this weekend was Dr. A.S.'s wedding in the luxurious city of Dayton, Ohio.  Actually, we stayed in the little city of Piqua (pronounced "pick-wa").  The wedding was a blast.  It felt kinda like our july 4th camping events.  We stayed up till the early morning each night.  We played card games that had the potential for violence.  We ate food produced in mass quantities.  I think, regardless of how old we are now, we felt like kids again.  It felt like the giant sleepovers we use to have back in the hindi school days. 

When A.K. and I were driving home (a drive that is partially the same route you would take home from camp), it felt like the post-camp depression i used to get for the rest of the day.  it's weird to go from being constantly entertained and busy to being all alone....to being surrounded by silence.

At the same time, I'm exhausted.

I'm moving in less than two weeks.  Why am I nervous?  maybe cuz i haven't done this in 4 years. 

well......i'm too tired to type.

it's snowing here.  it's been snowing since yesterday.  strange how it went from 75 degrees and sunny to 6-12 inches of snow. 

the snow is the heavy kind.  the kind you can pack into a perfect snow ball.  it's so heavy, it's weighing down the trees in our neighborhood.  there are branches broken off trees in almost every lawn. 

one of the pine trees in our driveway is blocking half of the driveway.  it's bent over like it was really flexible. it's weird and funny all at the same time.

i guess now that it's snowing, i should feel more normal about being home.  i'm usually home this long during x-mas break. 

but, today....i'm just really tired.  it was E.M.'s (one of my undergrad roomies senior year)  wedding yesterday.  it was great to see everyone again.  it was like old times...like things didn't change.  everyone still looked the same.  E.M....or E.R (now) looked absolutely stunning.  the ceremony kinda made me feel like i wanted to get married...someday....definitely not today. 

it's weird...i guess things did change a little....we were talking about owning homes and who was getting married or who was having a kid...and are you settling down in one place. 

okay, this last break-up still has a hold on me.  yeah, i know it's been a whole 3 days!!!!   Why do things take forever?

i'm kinda obsessed with getting his contact info (i have his number and a vague idea of his email address....).  I really want to get what I still have to say out there, even if he chooses not to say anything in return. 

It's not that i still like him....i think i just need closure from this horrible ending.

here are the reason's we wouldn't have worked out....just in case you dont' believe me:

1.  he's muslim and i'm hindu

2.  he admitted to liking 70s disco and he changed the station in my car without asking! excuse me!!!!

3.  he does stupid, reckless boy shit....like almost getting a DUI and wandering off from the club your friends are at and passing out next to the car or in front of another club.  i know, multiple times...wow, that's attractive!

4.  his life is too busy with his family, which led to me being stood up many-o-time....i'm not even going to go into this

5.  he's going to be a pharmacist.  i don't want to date someone who could potentially be just as OCD as me.  what would we talk about all day...would we try to stump each other with brand/generic trade names.....i could throw up now.

6.  you can't talk to him about anything important b/w us....he'll either deny it or accuse me or get angry.   i always knew he could cut this off without looking back.

okay, there were good things too.  but, these were the key bad things. 

here's what i'm going to do.  i'm going to write him a letter saying everything that i want to say.  i'm going to end it with the acknowledgement that he may not reply....and i'll say goodbye.

Other than slightly being obsessed with this stupid ass boy, i'm okay.  Being home is a little weird.  I'm so used to having my friends around.  Now, i have my mom.  i love her....but she just won't leave me alone.  

here's an example:

mom:  rk do you want roti or puri with dinner?

rk:  whatever is easier, mom.

mom:   no, i can make both.  which one do you want?

rk:  whatever, mom.  i dont' care.  whichever one you are eating?

mom:  no, rk.  i want to make what you want.

rk:  (inner monologue:  god, damn. i dont' care.)  umm....puri

conclusion:

okay, yeah, she made me paranthas. 

she's great. but, i'm going to be here for awhile.  we have plenty of time to get all of our favorite foods and more in the picture.

okay, peace out homies.  (my sister thinks this is not cool.....i object)