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What I've Learned from Kicking a Bad Social Media Habit

I’ve been on a social media hiatus, but I never said I would quit the blog until boards. It’s been a gradual weaning process to break the habit of checking my instagram, twitter, and facebook every 5 seconds. I hated that I was so dependent on them. I was on my phone way too much, now I lose my phone a lot more without it by my side every minute. I also have a lot more time to study or better yet- relax- now that I’ve logged out of all of them and deleted the apps. Facebook has been the most difficult to kick though, mostly because a good part of my class uses it to communicate with each other. As a result, I’ve been checking it for school updates occasionally. It has been an overwhelmingly good thing for me, and not just for boards studying. I’ve also realized I don’t miss it. My boyfriend always said I scowl my face every time I scroll through my phone for the past couple months. I did it without thinking about it. Its stupid how much time I wasted on things that don’t matter. The people I really need to know about are people I talk I actually talk to on the phone, text, or in person. Best case scenario on social media is me paying very little attention to what I’m looking at or reading, absent-mindedly scrolling through weird, personal details of peoples lives. Its very strange, our interactions online. Worst case scenario I get told to buy something, or I get jealous, down on myself, panicked, sometimes angry even. On Instagram, I can spend hours looking at pretty pictures of people I don’t know, which is another weird thing we do online. People brag online without thinking about their audience of mostly people in similar walks of life struggling to lose weight or make good grades or get their baby to sleep through the night. Even the simplest #humblebrag can make someone else feel like they are failing, and that’s something nobody really thinks about enough. Women are the worst at it, and I’m guilty of it too. My twitter has a lot of anonymous medical students at great schools with blogs and twitter feeds that often make me feel panic-y about studying or feel like a slacker. I pray that this blog never makes any of my peers feel behind or down on themselves. Trust me, I’m more behind than you! Keep doing your best, medical students; I know how hard it is!
Bottom line- social media has a purpose. I’m thankful for the funny articles and pictures of my friends that I don’t see often. I’m glad it makes people realize how blessed they are and gives a platform where people often publicly compliment their friends and be more grateful for their families. I even like when people post about their successes- most of the time. People butt heads and you’re never going to make everyone happy or avoid offending everyone who reads what you post. For me, it became overwhelmingly negative at a time in my life where I am already at the breaking point. I’m stressed and very often, things on social media affected my mood in a very negative way. Not to mention the time suck it was for me when there already aren’t enough hours in the day. Even after boards, I hope to maintain this habit of rarely checking my accounts. I want to choose to focus on real conversations in real life with my loved ones, and save the successes and failures and announcements and life events for the people who are actually there to celebrate or offer a helping hand right there with me.

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2nd Year Rut

I wanted this blog to be real. Honest. No sugar coating it.
Med school sucks sometimes. There I said it.
Its three days into a new semester and I’ve already hit a wall so hard that I can’t even sleep. Usually when I don’t want to study, I can sleep, or at least binge watch something while simultaneously “candy crushing” until sleep finds me. Here I am, though- its 2 AM and I’m Facebook stalking pictures of myself while I was in college, feeling sorry for myself.
Something is off. And it has been for a while.
I feel happy each day. I wake up, I eat, I laugh, I study, I see my friends, I sleep. Even my family is always close by when I need them.
But, after looking at my own pictures on my feed, I see I’m not even the girl I was a year ago. That girl was “pinch me” happy to be in medical school. That girl lived to go into school each day and learn. That girl was running everyday. She loved going out, even on weeknights- regardless of the sleep she’d lose- just to be with her new friends, gain the life experiences.
I loved my first year of medical school. It changed my life in all aspects for the better.
Shortly after first year started, an older gentleman in a restaurant overheard me using “first year” and “second year” terminology and leaned over and said “You must be in law school, using those words.” I smiled and proudly said, “No sir, I’m in medical school.”
“My mistake,” he smiled, “Congratulations then.” My “thank you” to him was heartfelt and beaming with pride. I was passionate that I was finally where I had wanted to get to all these years.
Last year, it was this all-consuming-love-of-my-life and I couldn’t talk about anything else because I was so enthralled.
Now, I’m this 15lb. heavier zombie, dragging my sedentary body around with my arms in front of me growling and yelling “SLEEP!!!! Where is my sleep?” and feeding on any friends and family nearby, sucking them into my darkness whenever possible.
I don’t want anything to do with going to class or shoving any more knowledge into my haggard, feeble, and engorged brain. Hanging out with friends? Forget about it. The first thing I do after class is come home, throw my jeans on the floor and sit in bed. I study when I have to and do anything else besides school that I can find when I don’t have to.
My best friend asks me how school is going “Horrible,” I say. “can we talk about something else?”
 
 
So tell me, which girl do you want to be your doctor in a few years?
 
 
I’m not the type to squander this opportunity. I truly, deeply want you to know that I know I should be more grateful. I know I am extremely privileged to be able to pursue this profession. I just happen to feel like its costing me a lot in this season of my life. I know these feelings are normal too. I know I’m human, but I hate the fact that I am already this burned out and broken down by my medical education. It’s hard, though. Its hard to go back to the honeymoon phase when you’ve seen medical school in the light of day.
When you’ve had to miss birthday parties.
When you’ve had to tell your nieces that you can’t make it to dinner.
When your jaw is throbbing from clenching it when stressed.
When you miss those concerts with your friends.
When you feel 80 years old for wanting to sleep at 7:30 PM and you are only 23.
When you have to start studying for a $600 test 6 months in advance.
When you want to be active and run and play and shop and dance and stay up until 5AM with your girlfriends.
When you want to be sore and tired from all the things you did that day, but instead you are sore from sitting on your leg too long and you have a hand cramp from writing too much and you are tired from straining your eyes.
All for a potential illness you have not yet learned in a future patient you have not met, in a clinic you cannot picture. There’s no such thing as instant gratification in med school. I have only a far off hope that someday, some rewarding case will instantly make it all worth while. Do you see what I mean?
 
 
In undergrad, I was very wary to not use the term burned out whenever I was frustrated because I knew how much longer I had to go.
But this…there is no other word for this than burn-out. I flailed through last semester and faked it til I made it but three days in to my second semester of my second year and I am having some serious trouble.
The worst part is- I don’t have a solution.
I’m struggling. I’m doing my best. I try to find the good. I don’t let comparisons to my awe-inspiring friends and classmates steal my joy. I stay disciplined to my studies. I keep my head down and work. I just keep swimming.
I guess I know I’m doing something right when I wouldn’t trade this crappy 2nd year rut, for any other experience anywhere else.
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Class of 2018

When I toured medical schools as an undergrad, I viewed the medical students as these extremely focused, competent, professional people. Now that I’m here I see that we are that, but we are so much more. Medical students are funny, fun-loving, kind, caring, sarcastic, silly, curious, multifaceted, friendly, fascinating people with all kinds of backgrounds, senses of humor and experiences. Despite our differences, our common thread of medicine has bonded us in less than a week. The sense of belonging and the great privilege to know these people and learn to become physicians with them, has me so excited to be a part of this class of 2018.

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Lake Trip, Medical School Updates, and Study Room

Well folks, as much as I love writing, when life comes a-knockin’ unfortunately the blog takes the beating.
This week I went for a last minute lake cabin retreat with two girlfriends from OBU. We had a wonderful time! We used floaties to lay out and tan on a very calm, clear lake. We partook in hot tub time, ate, played board games, attempted to fish, laughed, laid in a hammock, and even kayaked. It was a little vacation I didn’t even know I needed. It came at the perfect time too. Right before I left, I realized I had a little email conundrum with medical school where I realized I wasn’t getting all the emails I should have. (I should have known, no wonder I hadn’t heard about orientation and the white coat ceremony yet!) Once I straightened out the correct email with the administration, I was forwarded a flood of information including my test/class schedule, orientation schedule, info on becoming a student ambassador, and most importantly a self-study block of a class that has already begun! Whoa. Who knew medical school started the summer before?! Since I was on vacation though, I anxiously tucked them away for reading and absorbing as soon as I got back on Thursday.

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Our view of the lake from the backyard of the cabin

I would love to share the scheduling and everything I will be up to this fall since that is a lot of what I have been curious about for so long. Questions like, “How grueling is it really?” “What is the day to day schedule like?” Unfortunately, I don’t think sharing these google docs on the interwebs for all to see is something that I can do. You see, every medical school is different and takes pride on their exact brand of medical education- how it is structured, set up and scheduled. So giving that information away feels a little like copying something that isn’t mine. As for MY schedule, daily life, opinions, and whereabouts- I’ll be glad to share those as much as I can.
Also, as I begin my medical education, please take the time to read my disclaimer.
This class that has already started (and I am already behind in!) is called Expert Skills and the information we have to read is mostly about personality types and how it affects your learning style/how you can study better once you know your type. I think its really helpful and it is a great idea to finally understand why I do so bad on multiple choice tests! Ugh! There are also a lot of tips on how to overcome and learn other styles of learning so that it fits with what comes easiest to you. Already I feel like I’m being taken by the hand (figuratively) and being given the tools to succeed instead of being worked into burnout, then drowning and flailing on my own.
The professor knows that I am behind and highlighted specific phrases in his email like “Don’t get overwhelmed” and “Don’t feel alone, just feel energized.” Things that were personal and helpful to me instead of just “Here are all the documents you need,  figure it out and turn it in when you’re done.”
This class will also meet during the semester and we will progress into how to study for multiple choice exams like the boards and also how to learn best while on clinical rotations. I’m excited!
I can now happily say that the study room is done! It is so beautiful and I’m in love and obsessed with it. And I have already been using it thanks to my pre-medical school homework and blogging! I love all the handmade details and chic vintage feel.
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The view from the door into the study

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Guest bed

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Artwork and coffee cart

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My cart even has a slide out tray that I can hide my K-cups in!

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Right shelf includes vintage medical books, diploma, family pictures and school supplies hidden in cute baskets!

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Desk I made back in January!

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Left shelf has the printer, modem and cleverly hidden wifi with more books, stationary and pictures

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My very own “Command Center” where I can write out the weeks tasks and look at more pretty artwork. The board is homemade. We bought sheet metal, framed it, painted it and then used dry erase magnets to make a schedule. Basically the same idea as one I found on younghouselove.com – a great DIY blog!

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Plush rug with a comfy chair and side table for reading and browsing the internet

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My mom painted the bird. I thought it was a sweet touch

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Sharpie trees on burlap squares. Those were a lot of fun to draw

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I love the room in low light at night too with just the desk lamp and the string lights above the bed on. It feels very peaceful.

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Sigh. I’m obsessed.

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Worry

I worry about big things, like about the future. I worry about small things, like about not finishing all the summer reading I wanted. I worried when I was 9 and had no legitimate concerns. I worry now when every decision feels so pertinent. I worry about serious things like the environment. I worry about stupid things like having white teeth.
I worry about my family. I worry for their health and happiness. I worry about about their worries. I worry about their sadness. I worry about their foot fungus. I worry about their flaky patches of skin. I worry about their backs, their diets, their sore throats. I worry about my sisters. I worry about depression returning, looming in the sky like a big thunderhead that just passed over us. I worry about my nieces. I worry for them because its so hard to be a girl. I worry because its so hard to grow up and grow up right. I worry because things go wrong. I worry for them because there are hurts I can’t hide from them. I worry that they will see my worry because I want them to know how blessed they are and I’m worried my worry will make them think otherwise. I worry about them when I start medical school. I worry that they’ll think I won’t have time for them.
I worry about my friends. I worry that I’ll disappoint them. I worry that they won’t get everything they want for their lives. I worry about the hurt they will have to endure if they don’t. I worry about love. I worry that I don’t have a clue. I worry that I won’t have time to have a family. I worry that I’m not good enough. I worry that I’m screwing up. I worry that things won’t work out even though I know they will.
I worry about medical school. I worry that I’ll flunk out. I worry that I won’t make friends or won’t have time to. I worry that I’m not cut out for it. I worry that I’ll be incompetent or embarrass myself. I worry that I won’t like it. That I won’t want to study. I worry that I’ll worry more than I already do. I worry that it won’t be everything I wanted it to be. I worry that I will have done all this for nothing. I worry that I’ve made my non-existent career more important than people.
I worry about cancer. I worry about diabetes. I worry about heart disease. I worry about death and disease. I worry about pregnant women. I worry about babies. I worry about obesity. I worry about families. I worry about women in more dire circumstances than I can even imagine. I worry about our nation’s healthcare system. I worry about mental illness. I worry about people who don’t know better. I worry about people that do know better. I worry about vaccines. I worry about abortion. I even worry about the overuse of antibacterial hand soap. I worry about the food we put in our mouths. I worry about business, ethics, medicine, politics, immigration, gender roles, and society because all these things play into our health. I worry that we won’t be able to fix it all. I worry that I won’t even be able to do my part.
I worry that the worries I have listed here don’t even scratch the surface of what I worry about. I worry that I won’t ever stop worrying. I worry that someday the burdens I have for people, the stress that I feel will shut me down into a deep dark place, like I’ve seen worry do to people before.
But most of all, I worry that someday I won’t worry about these things anymore.

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Roadtrip Recap 3

After the St. Louis show, I was able to keep driving for an hour and a half. Dani tried to sleep in the front seat so that she could (hopefully) wake up and drive; so that we could get as far as possible. For some reason, I didn’t think to suggest that she move to the backseat where she could have stretched out and had way more space. Anyway, I never got overly sleepy, but I knew I would be soon; so we stopped for gas for the next morning and got a hotel in Springfield, Il.
Breakfast in the hotel again around 9, on the road before ten and Dani drove. I was anxious and irritating Dani thinking that around any corner or over the next hill we would see all of Chicago. (From two hours away). So, that was probably the longest part of the trip; for me anyway.
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We switched back to me driving, right outside Chicago. We couldn’t understand why the GPS only said 34 more miles, yet we couldn’t see any signs of a big city, and the “time of arrival” was more than an hour away.
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Oh, traffic. I mean I knew there would be traffic, but I didn’t know. We had a terrible time getting to the hotel. Some highway was closed and I wanted to get off the highway as soon as possible. Little did I know that the cross streets through downtown were much much worse. Somehow we ended up on a “lower” street when our hotel was on an “upper” and the stupid GPS really had no idea where we were wanting to go even though we had the correct address. It was very stressful because people and cars were everywhere.
We eventually made it, and checked in to the fanciest hotel I have ever been in.
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14th floor ya’ll. Right on the river.
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To Be Continued…
Anyone else have experience driving in Chicago? We found out pretty quickly that we were the only tourists stupid brave enough to drive straight into the actual city.

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Roadtrip Recap 2/Juice Cleanse Update 2

We woke up around 9 on Friday. Dani took a shower and went down to get breakfast while I stayed in bed and chilled.
I had a bowl of cheerio’s at the hotel, we both got ready, checked out of the hotel, and then we went off!
The venue was on Delmar Blvd which has a lot of shops and places to eat. We parked the car behind the venue and walked up and down the street but there wasn’t really any shopping that we needed and we weren’t quite hungry for lunch yet so we sat at Starbucks and tried to find something nearby worth going to.
I wore some new flats from Target and they blistered my heels after like 10 seconds so we decided on going back to the car then going to the mall via the Metrolink train.
We bought passes to the train at a kiosk on the underground platform and stood around for a little bit before realizing that we probably should figure out which side of the platform we needed to be on because things like that matter in public transit.
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We went to Saint Louis Galleria, ate lunch at California Pizza Kitchen (we had spinach, artichoke, and chicken pizza).  It was super yummy. We only went in a couple stores; mostly those that we don’t have in Tulsa. At Urban Outfitters I got an 11×17 artwork that was on sale for $10 and Dani and I both got a pair of Mary Jane canvas slippers that were 2 for $20. I basically bought the two cheapest items in Urban Outfitters.
Right as we started browsing in H&M I got a twitter message from Needtobreathe’s online/promotion lady that their merch guy needed help. We hurried back to the train station, triple checked that we were getting on the right train and then went back to help. Helping mostly consisted of putting the shirts up with prices on them and display tables together, but we got to hang out with a couple crew people and joke around. Before we knew it, it was time to change clothes and get ready for the VIP/early entry thing.
The merch guy, Hayden, takes the pictures at VIP too so he pretended to move us through and skip over us getting to chat with the band, yelling “Next” instead of helping us through.
The guys greeted us familiarly- high fives, hand shakes, and “Good to see you’s”, etc.
Hayden held our stuff for us and snapped this cutie patootie shot. I can’t decide if I want it tattooed on my face or screen printed on the side of my car. Just kidding.
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Then we took our place (front row between center-ish stage left-ish) for the show.
The actual standing room in The Pageant is actually pretty small, and it felt like forever before it filled up so I was worried the turn out would be lame but as is the norm for NTB now, they packed the house. The show recap is an entirely new post so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that one 🙂
***Juice Update
It is safe to say that I am sick of sweet liquids. Matter of fact, I have one last juice ready to go before bed and I really don’t know if I even want it. I feel like I have been drinking juice literally all day.
After my breakfast juice was my ‘Mid Morning Juice” that I am going to call “Apple Pineapple Blah” (Can you tell my mood is decreasing in enthusiasm for this wonderful stupid juice cleanse?
Anyway, that juice has probably been my least favorite so far, and its the grossest color as well.
Apple/Pineapple Juice is one of the best tasting- and sweetest juices there is. But, I thought I would throw in a cucumber for some vegetable-ness.
Into the juicer went half a cucumber, half a pineapple, and two small pink lady apples from my 5-lb sack.
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You can barely see the cucumber because its so dark.
This made a lot of juice. Pineapple and apple are usually really juicy, but apparently so was this cucumber because I got almost a full liter out of it. 2 Full Glasses like the one pictured below. You better believe I drank it all.
 
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Don’t get me wrong this juice wasn’t bad. I would definitely drink it again. (I have to. Tomorrow.) Its just that the cucumber icks me out a little. However, it does do a nice job of cutting some of the sweetness of the apple and pineapple.
In between this juice and the next juice I got very weak and sleepy. I considered going back to bed or going straight to my lunch juice, but I powered through and hung up clothes and did some unpacking and laundry.
Then, I went to the chiropractor about my neck and shoulders because I’ve been sleeping weird. I could lay on the roller massage table all day. For some reason, though, my timer dinged much too soon and it was time for my adjustment.
I came back home and juiced my “lunch”. I don’t have a name for this juice but something like “Super-Awesome-Beautiful-Delicious-Red-Juice” suits it best.
Into the juicer, went 1 peeled beet, 2 pink lady apples, a bunch of baby carrots.
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Fun fact: As I was peeling the beet, I also peeled my finger. Ouch. Also, when handling beets and bleeding, one cannot be sure if it is beet juice or blood one is seeing. Panic ensued, yet no stitches were needed.
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Isn’t it beautiful? I wanted to just paint all the walls with it look at it forever.
This is my favorite juice. The apple part was, of course, my favorite but the carrots actually add a lot of sweetness to any juice too. It made the whole thing taste like candy. And honestly, I didn’t even taste the beet. Basically its Kool-Aid that makes you feel like a super hero inside. I will definitely make this one as a regular juice once I can handle the sound of the juicer again.
In between lunch and my afternoon juice I drank a tall glass of water and was feeling pretty good.
I was hungry but it wasn’t unbearable. Sure I wanted boneless buffalo wings, mac and cheese, olive garden, and movie popcorn, but I didn’t feel like my stomach was empty. It may have been mostly for the satisfaction of chewing something.
My afternoon juice was more of an infused water. I juiced a lemon and a handful of blueberries and then added enough water to make a liter. I added some honey to it, and drank that while watching a movie with my friend Jenna.
It tastes exactly like watered down Simply Lemonade with blueberry, which is exactly what I was aiming for.
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About this time I realized I was peeing a lot. So that’s fun. Considering I’ve had over 3 liters of liquid today, that makes a lot of sense.
For my dinner juice, I soaked 6 oz. of raw cashews in water for an hour. I put the softened cashews and water into a blender and pureed it with a banana. I added some water and ice to thin it out and make it a chilled smoothie. Then, I put some honey and cinnamon in it. I’m not sure this can be counted as a juice but I honestly don’t think I could make it without it. Its very much like a milkshake. Most of the expensive juice cleanse companies out there have a vanilla/cashew “milk” so if they can cheat by not using fruits and veggies only, so can I.
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Again, this made a whole liter, and I drank it all. The only time I haven’t thought about eating something carb-y and crunchy is when I’m actually drinking this juice.
I’mma be honest. This is hard. Both before and after dinner I was hungry, cranky, and weak. Now, an hour and a half after my cashew juice, I have a headache and can barely focus on this blog post so I’m going to quit and entertain the idea of going to bed.
 
 
 

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Roadtrip Recap 1 and Settling Back in at Home

Ahhh, it feels good to be home. Mostly.
First of all, I want to thank so many of you for stopping by on my page! On my stats, I could tell people were checking into my homepage a lot more than usual. It could have been a fluke, but it made me excited to be able to post again. I didn’t have wifi and we were eating walking around and doing various concert things an awful lot for me to do much posting.
Currently, I am in sitting in bed with a mess of crap all over my room to unpack.
Some things I am not ready to face though. I am refusing to take off the most comfortable merch sweatshirt I got from Needtobreathe’s merch manager, and I have not removed my mascara fully in over 6 days. At this point it just sort of crumbles off when it dries out enough and then it falls into my eyes and becomes rather painful. I’m a stubborn lady though and I’m just not ready to go there.
Still, I must accept on some level that vacation is over. The self-tanning lotion has all but rubbed off, and my blisters from walking around the city in new shoes (bad horrible idea) are healing nicely.
Last Thursday, I hustled around Tulsa getting stuff done before the trip. I had to pick up Dani at 4. I got to her apartment/work, got her keys and got to work terrorizing her cats loading up her stuff into my car. We got on the road and quickly tired of any music that wasn’t “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea.
In Springfield we stopped for dinner at Hebrews Coffee. We found it on Urbanspoon.  Sandwiches and coffee were exactly what we needed to get us the next three hours up the highway to St. Louis. I got a chicken caesar wrap and it was the best one I’ve ever had. I wanted a Hazelnut iced coffee to go too; they didn’t have hazelnut syrup but they make their own almond syrup in-house so I got that and it was the best thing I have ever tasted.
Selfie Time
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Fun fact- a guy that worked there was wearing a needtobreathe shirt. This was the look on my face when he said he wasn’t going to the show the next night.
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Back on the road… More “Fancy”
We got to #stl and went to our hotel in the Central West End/Forest Park neighborhood.  As it turns out this is right in a network of hospitals, medical centers, medical/pharmacy schools so it was cool to see all the apartments, medical institutes, and stuff nearby.
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The neighborhoods were very quaint, well-lit, and cute so we felt comfortable walking around after midnight, seeing sites like these.

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Of course, at night it looked more like this
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(These people take much better pictures than I do on my phone)
There were a lot of cute patio cafes with cute white lights strung, but nothing struck our fancy to eat so we kept on walking.
We went back to the hotel, I took a shower, and went to bed; ready for a day of Needtobreathe when we woke up.
I’ll stop there.
ADD Moment Change of subject.
On my list of things to do this summer, I have that I want to do a juice cleanse. Well, what better time to do that than right after vacation (read: eating out all the time)?
Plus, all I wanted to eat on my trip was bananas anyway. How weird, right?
So, right when I got back into T-Town, I stopped at the grocery store and got stuff to make my last meal dinner and dessert for my parents and I. I noticed that Target had a particularly wonderful selection of produce. I freaking loaded that cart. Seriously I’ve never bought so much fruit in my life.
So, 3 day DIY juice cleanse starts tomorrow.
Why?
1. It’s summer
2. I love fruit
3. I’ll try anything once
4. I’m interested to see if it changes the way I feel. For instance, I think it will make me feel hungry 🙂
5. I have no major plans/events this week
6. I’m young and I can do weird crap like this
 
Other details, things to keep in mind…
If you look into juice cleanse you will see that the lemon-water-honey-cayenne is a popular one, but for me it’s just not feasible. I have pretty quick metabolism and running means I have to have calories or it would just be a 3 day-headache-y-jitter-y mess.
Then, there are the online juice cleanses where they send you each day’s juices to your door. Sounds awesome right? Well, it runs you about $10 a bottle. 6 juices a day means $60 on food a day times 3 days =$180. Mama no likey. Enter, the DIY Juice Cleanse!
Obviously this diet is not sustainable or healthy for any amount of time, but spending $180 on food for three days isn’t something I even did on vacation. Incorporating fruits and veggies is something I want to work on and $10 for juice isn’t the way I ever want to do it so I will also be working on a cost breakdown and see if this much fruit/veggies actually costs that much and if eating healthier really is more expensive. Pound for pound though, I got A LOT of food.
Granted, these companies juices are very good quality and have a lot of ingredients I, as a novice juicer will not be using. Parsley, ginger, etc. Also, I only got organic produce when it was available and priced reasonably.
I’ll do a breakdown of my juices and prep later but I basically have 5 juices that I will drink everyday along with as much water as I want. Then I have a 6th backup juice that is different every day for the times when I’m dying of starvation and want a Quiktrip Pretzel.
This was my Target Haul, we’ll see how this goes.
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My dad laughed when I told him this was happening.
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Fun Fact: The cashier at Target asked me what fruit my mango was.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Almost Time for Chicago

My best friend and I leave on our trip to Chicago tomorrow. I am flat out, beyond excited. I have a big folder of all of our hotel reservations, concert tickets, addresses of places we want to visit, restaurants we have to try, and so on. I just hope we can fit it all in.
Posting may be light while we are on the trip but I’ll give a full recap of where we went when we get back. Our hotel charges $15 a day for wi-fi so I doubt I’ll even take my laptop or be able to post much. Ain’t nobody got money for that.
Recently, I have had a rather demanding and constant craving for iced coffee, so I’ve been spending $4.85 every single day while I’m out and about. I really hate it especially since I can make my own iced coffee, but gah, Starbucks’ version is just so dang good and refreshing for running errands. fasgs
 
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I have to break this habit. I’ve even become one of those snobs when ordering it all special and professional. “Hi, I need a grande nonfat iced white mocha with no whip.” Who the heck am I?!
So, it looks like all of my money on this trip will be going toward parking and coffee. #Chicagolyfe
 
 
 

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Graduation Party Details

Here it is folks. The last remnants of my senior year of college. Woah.
My sisters, mom, and I did most of the party prep ourselves. We ordered 20 ml Lure-Loc syringes, a set of 3 Ehrlenmeyer flasks, 50 urine sample cups, and a set of 6 plastic beakers all from Amazon and tried to incorporate a science/medical  theme throughout the party.

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My messy pretzel thermometers

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Food Table

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Typical graduate shrine

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Build-your-own-Sundae bar with topping injections!

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Sprinkles!

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“Laboratory”

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“Urine” Punch to put in our urine cups. It was white grape juice and ginger ale.

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Pretty flowers my mom arranged!

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Mom and Dad

 
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The giant stethoscope my dad made for fun

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Dat baby tho

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POPCORN

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My parents with all their grandkids

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Macey found the popcorn like she always does!

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Besties for the resties

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