25
Turned 25 today. Pretty damn uneventful. Me, internal monologue style:
Wake up, groggy.
Ugh, it’s 5am.
Look at phone.
No one called. Sad.
Oh, wait, you went to bed at 9:30, and the bf called at 10:10. You barely remember the conversation, but you’re sure he was sweet.
No one else called. Sad.
Oh, wait, it’s 5am. Who would be up this early, and even if they were, would they expect me to be up this early?
Get in shower.
Put shampoo in hand. Hey, it’s your birthday.
Joy. Rapture. 25. Car insurance now cheaper.
Finish shower. Get dressed.
Two days left of surgery, and on Monday I’ll start with Neurology. My, how time flies. Down to LA this weekend for a birthday celebration. A little delayed gratification is always good now and then. Especially when you have a scary surgery exam in two days and have no idea what to expect.