Not THAT damned Dr. Phil.

Law, Medicine, Art: All of Them.
Always the favorite Red.

Chaaaaampppiiiooooooooonnnnnnn

matticusjay:

misanthropic-byproduct:

Oh, by the by: Relapsing Leukemia: -86/ Lesley: +100 as of today. The port comes out this Friday. Which means no more chemo until further notice, nerds.

Holla atchu!!!!

There’s my Little Bird, killing cancer AGAIN.

Fuuuuuuuccccck little hammered but that doesn’t mean you aren’t AMAZING, beautiful! PS-hammered because you are a fucking cancer kicking ass bad ass and it never fails to ASTOUND MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Every time I see a gardenia I think of you.

Every time I see a gardenia I think of you.

Je viens vers vous bientôt, Bel.

…. but first a quick note for you to find if you have the strength to log in and check your blog today. Dropping you off today and yesterday has been heart breaking and inspiring for me. I wanted to tell you what an astonishing honor it is to be your friend petit Bel.

I’m sorry you don’t have your poems with you to read, so I found this for you:

Demain dès l’aube

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

See you soon, you amazing creature.

Thank you, you beautiful woman

for letting me buy you tandoori chicken today. Why aren’t we drunk at the Triple Door right now and instead IM’ing like a couple of idiots?

They certainly give very strange names to diseases. Plato (via misanthropic-byproduct)
Lol-por vu Belle.

Lol-por vu Belle.

misanthropic-byproduct:

After some consideration and discussion, I’ve decided to pursue Pathology. Laws concerning physicians and other medical professionals with seizure disorders are in place for patient safety and are very necessary. I’m glad they exist. They just happen to napalm any chance I have of practicing the medicine I initially wanted to practice.

Not so, in the delicate field of organic processes and dissection. Nobody will really mind if I randomly go unresponsive over a petri dish or lifeless torso. The malpractice insurance won’t be nearly as steep! Wuuuuu!

Path affords me the chance to continue in a branch of the field into which I have worked my ass off to get. I’ve been quite morose and grumpy thinking all my education could possibly have gone to waste after my head injury in March. In retrospect, I can’t believe it took me this long to figure out this option. Hrm. I really DID hit my head pretty hard. Meh.

I called this sophomore year in highschool after you got all pissy when you found out the Anatomy Lab didn’t have real cadavers in it. “PIG HEARTS? What is this? 6th grade fuzzy feelings forum? I want to play in someone’s guts!”

lol

ALRIGHT!

misanthropic-byproduct:

…….alright.

……………………..fine.

I’m pregnant.

There. I said it.

AND Hell has frozen over! LOL. Love you.

I've been really busy

between grand rounds, abusing residents, and life in general. Don’t think I don’t worry about you though, Belle. Be careful and take care of yourself and the baby. Wow——you’re having a frikkin baby. Belle’s pregnant! Lesley, I love you so much my beautiful friend.

misanthropic-byproduct:

This has been a long week. We’re talking about the shock of unplanned pregnancies for people I know, jerkfaces deciding to act like jerkfaces, and exes acting like friggin’ Nazgul on crack.

Topping off this delicious cupcake of angel tears and Murphy’s law, I found out the Ol’ Block, my life long hero, had his third heart attack yesterday afternoon. That’s three. As in: “Oh I’m sorry, two? Phhsh. Two heart attacks are for pussies.” He’s going to be kept for observation for another 48 hours then released back to continue his pursuit of collecting survivable coronaries and making me freak the fork out while sequestered across the nation away from him.

At Sixty Four years old, my Dad officially wins the heart attack contest he’s been having with Chuck Norris because Chuck Norris is too scared to even have one!!

Now, if you’ll excuse me: I’m gonna go throw up and start rocking myself in a dark corner while sucking my thumb over something else.

My best to the Old Block my dear. xo