Going through post-race depression, which is compounded by working 160 hours in 2 weeks without a day off. Welcome to the life of an intern! Thankfully it's just for 4 weeks. Still, it's 7-30 hour shifts (and if the first one was any indication it's gonna be ROUGH- 30 minutes of sleep and no time to eat dinner). I've done almost no training this week. I did get a very nice 85 mile ride in on Sunday, though so that was solid. I also had a fabulous swim on Saturday. My hardest swim session since high school by a long shot. Just in time for a month where I won't have time to hit the pool. Damn it!
So a quick update on what I've been up to:
- After Triple T I arrived home to find this character on my doorstep. We had some great meals with my training buddies, hit the Chagrin Valley for a couple bike rides, drank lots of coffee and had some good laughs. The house is pretty lonely now!
- My knee has been pretty messed up. No running since the race. I'm going to try a very short jog tomorrow morning, but I don't have a lot of hope for a pain free jog. Last week I went to buy shoes and tried to run around the store and made it exactly 1 stride before stopping with serious pain. It has gotten progressively better, but more slowly than I had hoped.
- Started my last in-hospital call month of the year on Monday. Every 4th day I'm there for 30 hours. As a third year med student you get a fair bit of sleep on call because you aren't really an integral member of the team. As a 4th year things are different, or so I found out! At 4:30 am on my first call night I finally gave up and went to bed, despite not being done with my work, because I was useless. In the next 1:20 of "sleep" I got paged 6 times. Oh, the joys of medical training! On the positive side, I feel like I'm slowly getting more competent at this stuff, especially patient care. I don't break out into a cold sweat when I have to walk into a patient's room to tell him he probably has cancer anymore. There is still just so much to learn though that it's overwhelming. And my post-call days are so worthless. I was a total zombie the other day on the brink of complete and total breakdown. Met Lanny and some friends for a last dinner with Paulo and it seems like it was a dream. Paulo even changed his flight so that I could sleep for an extra 2 hours because he didn't have the heart to wake me up at 4am to take him to the airport. I am eternally grateful!
- Oh, and I sold my house- yay! An incoming medical student bought my house and I am now officially a tenant and not a home-owner. It's really nice because I know that I will be moving next May and will need to be able to pick up and go. Such a load off my mind!
- I am officially registered for the Official Ironman Sports Medicine Conference in Kona, Hawaii and am also going to be volunteering in the med-tent from 8pm-midnight for the big race. Now I just have to get a plane ticket. They are out of control!
Ok, time for bed. Sweet, sweet sleep. I told someone I was working all weekend and he said- "Well at least you'll be in air conditioning!" True dat. The glass is half full after all....
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