UDIs

I haven't had an "unidentified drunken injury" since college, but this morning I woke up to quite the scene.

Last night one of the radiologists had a pizza party. He's an awesome doctor who treats me like his daughter. He knows I love wine and always buys the good stuff for me to have.

The problem is that my tolerance doesn't really exist anymore, and I tend to drink like I still have my old one. Last night, a couple corks popped and I was off boozing with my parents and the entire department of radiology.

I remember being cornered by each resident and attending. They all had an argument as to why I needed to go into radiology and match at MGH. I hear what they're saying. It's a field that gives you a fantastic lifestyle and a ton of money. I kept nodding my head and drinking even more. At the end of the night I bid everyone adieu, and then I forgot everything.

This morning I woke up to Amy Winehouse on VH1 belting out that I gotta go to rehab... but I said NO NO NO.

I saw an empty chinese food container. I hate chinese food unless I'm in china. I got up and looked in the mirror and saw bloodshot eyes and a ton of cat scratches all over my chest. My guess is I played with cats... and they didn't like it.

I made it to surgery rounds on time. Thankfully I only had to do one patient. I dunno where the energy came from but I spent some time in the genetics clinic before going to the OR... and somehow I managed to get out of being on call tonight because I wasn't "feeling well."

I don't know how I get away with all of this... and I sure hope I continue to.