Weiss is a strange place. It's a private hospital with private attendings and their quirks. Dr. T and Dr. D have dueling shirts down to their navels, gold chains, and a pheromonal cologne/pelvic walk. Dr. Z has a perpetual tan and no filter between his brain and mouth, and everyone loves him for it. Dr. C fixes hearts and lungs, but could probably sell ice to Eskimos. It's a different world. It's been interesting, but I won't mind finishing up the rotation this week and starting to get ready for research.

This rotation has been exhausting recently, and it's mostly due to being the senior resident on the service and having to deal with a rather emotionally volatile group of med students and junior residents. Managing the personalities has been much more difficult than managing, oh, I don't know, the patients. Anyway, things seem to have settled down a bit as the rotation draws to a close. Or perhaps I don't care as much anymore. Either one works for me.

Last week, after the night of debauchery that was our residency graduation dinner, I decided that I needed to get myself back together. And I am starting to slowly, and sometimes fitfully, reconstruct my character and my being. I think I've been here before, but better to risk falling again than never rising up.