And it's a snow day! It's hard to believe that in two years, I went from this:
Pretty sweet, eh? Makes me feel bad every time I'm a whiny-butt, which is often.
So the blizzard of the century or whatnot finally hit us after bathing the rest of the east coast in it, and so far, it hasn't been too bad. The salters and plows were out almost instantly, my subway was still running, and it was way less of a pain in the ass than the one that hit right before Christmas. It was also nice that it hit *today* rather than destroying the weekend, as they were expecting, which meant instead of getting stranded in Manhattan, I was peacefully in the pediatric ED discovering that while getting a nail jammed into a foot only causes minimal tears in a child, that tetanus shot that follows it is an act of hideousness Mother Nature herself couldn't concoct. To be fair, those things do burn.
The NYC population seems to have responded to the storm by whipping out garbage can lids, cardboard boxes, and anything else remotely flat and sledding down hills on them, so I suppose the winter horror isn't affecting the public morale too badly. I was way more responsible after work and responded by tossing snowballs at my colleague and then pushing her into the snow after she refrained from doing so to me because she thought I might have a laptop in my backpack (I didn't). It's this level of maturity that's going to make me such a good doctor.
But alas, not all can be snow play since I have my oral exam for peds tomorrow and my written exam on Friday. Then I get three glorious days of reckless winter merriment before surgery begins and my life effectively ends in a blaze of retractor-holding, 4 AM-rising joy.