My intern year is coming to a close. It's kind of like the end of freshman year. I now know where the rooms are, I sit at the right table in the cafeteria, and soon there will be a new batch of kids coming to take my place at the bottom of the totem pole. I'll have my pennies ready.

I suppose I should be thankful that I survived the year without directly killing anyone, as far as I know. Hmm, there's a lot of hedging going on in that last sentence. In fact, there's still two days left. Let's not jinx it now. Forget I even mentioned it.

I'm currently on the Colorectal service at the U, which means it's all feces all the time. My first rotation of second year is Colorectal at County because I apparently could not get enough. My advice to you? Fiber.

And today I had Father's Day dinner with the family. The dinner was fine, everyone is doing well, and, for the first time in a long time, no one was stressed, mostly because my sister had a good deep tendon reflex. But there I go again, speaking of things better left alone for now.

All in good time, says the wise fool.