Its my birthday. I'm 23. Last night I helped deliver two babies ... the first will die shortly from pulmonary hypoplasia and the second will likely be a strong healthy boy. I'm exhausted. Yesterday was an emotional rollercoaster -- I started on the Gyn-Oncology service [depressing], did a consult in the Emergency Dept [interesting]; and then spent the night on Labor and Delivery [awesome]. And now I'm trying to read up on Obstetrics in preparation for the coming week. So far, I am pretty sure that Ob-Gyn is not for me. So far, the clerckship has been rather miserable. There are cool parts, for sure, but a lot of not so cool parts too. Eh.

I think I want to go back to California where people are actually friendly. And today I think I want to be a plastic surgeon.