New Yaw-kers

Well, it's 0-fish-al. We be livin' in NYC, but there's still quite a bit of St Louis to get out of my sistema. Actually we're in NY state. Most folks up here don't have much of an accent of any sort. I've some people up here pronounce the name of our fair city as Rawch-ster instead of the honky way I say it (Raw-chest-ur). I'll work on that.

The house is great. It has central air conditioning and that's pretty much the only thing a house needs in my opinion. But to make it even better we have a garage, a nice basement where I can (theoretically) spend hours and hours tinkering on bikes or whatever else, a huge front and backyard which will commandeer my theoretical bicycle tinkering time in order to care for it.

Orientation starts on Monday, and the closer it gets the more trepidation I have. I know I'm not alone in this, but as a new intern I feel overwhelmed by suddenly being a "doctor" because like almost all interns I've forgotten the majority of what I crammed into my head in medical school. It's a good thing residency programs get a new class of dummies (maybe I should speak for just myself...) every year and I'm sure they know what to do with us. Or at least I sure hope they do. If I can do it without violating any HIPAA regulations I will be sure to post about a few of the more entertaining ways I make a fool of myself in the next year or so. Stay tuned!