One Month Down

Well, almost. I guess tomorrow is technically July 31, but this means that 1 month of fellowship is down. 2 years and 11 months to go. This was a rough week. Started out with an awesome weekend, but didn't involve much sleep, and then the beginning of the week hit hard with long days in the OR. Then, I got sick on Wednesday with the start of a chest cold. Now it's the same cold I get every 6 months or so (what I like to call my "SGO" sickness). Hacking cough, lots of mucous ~ I'm constantly amazed by the amount of mucous my body can produce. Soon, I'll lose my voice. It's a wonderful thing.

But I have managed to keep running. Well, one day was walking, but I consider 8+ miles worth it.

July 23: Prospect Park run before dinner with Patricia. Gotta enjoy my weekend off!
July 24: Prospect Park run before going into NYC to hang out with Nik and Kirthi.
July 25: RI with my dad - walked 8+ miles. I counted this today - usually don't count the walks with my dad when it's 3 miles, but I figured 8+ was good.
July 26: Up to 16th and back down around the traffiic circle. Got out of work after 9 pm.
July 27: Up to 16th and back down around the traffic circle. Got out of work after 10 pm.
July 28: Up to 16th and back down around the traffic circle. Starting a chest cold. Doesn't feel good.
July 29: Prospect Park - suprisingly felt ok, despite massive chest cold starting.
July 30: Prospect Park - slow and steady. This chest cold is killing me. (9:31)

Now it's bed early, run in the morning then round at the hospital and try to get organized. Going to do all the chemo orders and try to finally really understand chemotherapy doing and regimens. That, and hopefully get a table from IKEA. But first, I'm all about my bed.