the frogg galliard

mootin left today to teach and perform at a guitar festival in alexandria, virginia. he will re-unite with zed the baltimorean while i remain here trying to convince morbidly obese, hypertensive diabetics to take walks after dinner. seven days of outpatient family medicine have passed and i concede to mixture of dullness, alarm at my lack of knowledge, gratitude for their courteousness, and disquiet regarding my upcoming degradation in other rotations. there will be many questions i cannot answer. i will be hungry. the bathrooms will be dirty. for now i am listening to john downland and thinking about tiny european cars unavailable in america:

hyundai getz goes in reverse

the first week of my third year of medical school is over. i am awash in colored orientation folders and hackneyed survival guides. outpatient family medicine is polite and systematic…viral illnesses, tendonitis, wart removal. i assume that someone will require me to take twenty-four hour call and treat me brutally sometime soon…until that time i am lingering over oreo milkshakes:

…consuming oversized sandwiches:

…and having unhurried brunches:

thread count

today is the third day of my third year of medical school. it is raining and mootin is having his teeth cleaned. since i took the boards twenty days ago i have eaten a country meat plate in ljubljana, slovenia:

i have eaten a piece of cream cake on a terrace in bled, slovenia:

i have had meat and cheese for breakfast in vienna, austria:

…and meat, sauerkraut and potatoes for lunch in vienna, austria:

mootin had fried kidneys near the viennese imperial palace:

…and grilled trout on the sidewalk in trieste, italy:

today i listened to a heart murmur and diagnosed a urinary tract infection.