so, last night bigred and i were coming home after cranial and found a little boy running through our parking lot. he said his mom lived far away and how he got here, well, that was a long story. he couldn't or wouldn't tell us his address or phone number. he said he was trying to find one of these cars to get in and wait until he was big enough to drive away. that's going to be a lot of birthdays, cody said. so, we asked cody if he wanted to go in and get a snack and see bigred's dog, and he was all about it. so basically, any random person coulda asked him to go get some pizza with them and he woulda gone. he smelled of smoke and had that sweaty kid smell mixed with stale kid smell. his hair was long and curly and he wore big thick glasses and no shoes. we think he was mentally impaired in some way as well. perhaps FAS, but we're not sure. so we ended up calling the police to see what we should do with this little guy who didn't know or wouldn't tell where he lived. so they show up and cody tells them little more than he had told us. somehow the people at the dispatching office figured out where cody lived from the lispy pronounciation of the last name he didn't know how to spell - a couple of buildings over (obviously far away to a 6 yr old). so then cody's mom wanted the cop to meet her out at the squad car - which made him mad. she finally agreed to come to us. when she showed up, one of the cops opened the door, and cody saw his mom and promptly ran to the bathroom and shut the door. the one cop went into the hallway to talk to the mom, and when cody came out, he said his mom gets really mad at him when he runs away. you dont say. so the cops took cody and his mom back to their apt to make sure everything was ok. it was a weird deal, to say the least. more than a little worrisome, but i think we did as much as we were able to do.
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in the grander scheme of life, BOARDS ARE OVER! hopefully. i keep trying to convince myself that i passed, but i'm really not sure. it was so ridiculously difficult. 2 months of waiting before we know. yippee.
karma took the USMLE today, and in celebration, we're going to an I-cubs game tomorrow night. i'm really looking forward to it. jsc refused to go b/c a baseball game is as much fun as watching paint dry. i mean, come on. it's a LITTLE more fun than that.
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i love boys with curly hair. i can't help myself.
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in a little more than a week, i'll be moving home. all my friends will be splitting up and going separate ways, and as excited as i am to be starting rotations (as long as i passed boards; see above), i'm so incredibly sad that this part is soon to be completely behind me. i mean, it's not even like this part was FUN. shear torture is a better way to describe it.
but i am BAD AT CHANGE. and it gets hard to breathe when i think about not hanging out with the guys everyday. not sitting across from them over coffee and cardiology. or endocrine. or renal. or psych. or any of the other myriad of things we've sat over together. i love those two boys, even if they are jerk facies. they are the closest thing to brothers i will ever have.
i may need to cry just now.
