In medicine, July 1 is D-Day. That’s the day the new interns, fresh from medical school, arrive for their first day. And I shall be here for their first night.
I remember paging about Tylenol on my first night on call as an intern. A was my senior, and he never batted an eye. I could have loved him then. But for now, all I can feel is dread. I was never supposed to go into medicine, I tell myself, I was meant to be a novelist. It’s too late now. The Martians are coming.
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: Very, VERY new work in progress: http://rangamboa.blogspot .com/
: OMG, where did you go what are you up to how have you been? I couldn't find you.
: It's me. (I go by Ran now though!) 
: Randolf! Is that you?
: I'll keep your wall company for awhile.
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