Thank You J.K. Rowling

I told RedSox if he told anyone my boards scores, we would be done. I was half-kidding, but I did mean it when I told him if he told me the end to Harry Potter we would be done.

I know I should currently be observing my 5th coronary artery bypass grafting, but each doctor does the exact same thing. Each patient is there for the same reasons: 80% blockage of the three major heart vessels after coming into the hospital complaining of chest pain while sitting down (unstable angina... emergency).

Instead of standing in the OR "watching" I decided to do something more productive... like finish Harry Potter.

I checked the OR schedule, estimating a finish time of 1pm for the surgery. I put on my scrubs so no one could question me around the hospital. I put the book in my school bag, ventured through an empty hallway, down the steps, through the dental school building and made it safely and unseen to the med school library.

It was 7:48am and the library had only been open for 3 minutes. I ran up to the next level, pulled one of the cozy arm chairs into a private study room and planted my butt, book in hand.

I smiled, laughed, worried... and cried. Yes people. Roxy can cry. Apparently only at fiction. The last time I remember these kinds of tears I was watching the Fox and the Hound. One told the other they couldn't be friends anymore. I cried. It was discrimination! Why couldn't a fox and a dog be friends?!

All I can think to say is Thank You J.K. Rowling. Thank you for your incredible imagination. Thank you for re-awakening the kid in me, the dreamer. Thank you for brightening my current state of misery.

Simply, Thank You.