U.F.O.

My brother and I were sitting out on the porch a few moments ago, pontificating- as is the custom of Reeses- when we saw a UFO. I looked up in the sky, and this large, shiny, grayish crescent went gliding over our house. Now, tonight was partly cloudy, and the wind was blowing the clouds west pretty quickly. This crescent was the same color as the clouds, but it was going north. It had no lights, and made no sound, and it was big. It was roughly the same size as the moon in the sky. A little later a plane flew over, and it was really high, but we could still see its lights and hear its engines. Not so with this UFO. We watched go through a few couds, and then we lost sight of it over some trees. It was the craziest thing I've ever seen.

Fierce

A quick video showing our dear Adelaide training for the Octagon last week. She's practicing with a life-size dummy of Jack Daniels.



Note the sweet spin move at the beginning. It's like she was born a ninja.

The Grand Adventure

On Saturday, October 4th, at five in the morning, Laura and I embarked upon our Grand Adventure to get our puppy, Adelaide. Taking only a lunchbox, a travel mug of coffee, and a cd of Peruvian mountain flutes, we drove my parents' CRV the seven and a half hours to Conroe, Texas. On the way, we passed the statue of Sam Houston, and paid our respects.
When we finally get there, we find our dear little Adelaide dominating her two stockier brothers. It turns out that she is the alpha dog in the pack. She's also the only one with her coloring (the other three were white with brown spots). She took right to us, letting us hold her and following us around. In the past week, we've realized this is not her usual reaction to strangers. Anyway, after an hour of talking with the breeder, loading her crate and a fifty pound bag of dog food (That's a whole lot of dog food, by the way- and it's only supposed to last her a month and a half), we started the trip back home. On the way, we passed the statur of Sam Houston, and again paid our respects.
Seven hours later, we get to Joe's house, where Adelaide promptly peed on his yard because he never answers his phone. Along the way Adelaide never once whined, cried, peed or threw up. It was a huge success. We let her run around at the Ibanezes' for a while, and then she ate Keith Fischborn's car, because it is so tiny. Then, even though I'd long since lost all feeling in my butt, we got back in the car and headed for Tulsa.
We finally arrived home at 11:30 at night. Our arduous journey made me realize a few things about life. First, fifteen hours is way, way too long to spend driving a car. Second, one of the greatest things about living in Tulsa is that when you past that last QuikTrip in Dallas, you don't panic, because you know that you live just down the street from one. And finally, our dog is freaking awesome.
Here's a picture of her, expect more soon:

My life these days

So, it's been a while since I blogged. I figured I'd give a quick update.
First, I finished my rotation in Family Medicine (Primary Care), and it was the best time of my medical school adventure. Usually, when I have a job, or I'm in class, or I'm hanging out with Zach Herbert, all I really do is watch the clock and endure until I get to go home. Not so with Family Medicine. I found myself wanting to stay even after they told me I could go home. Now, nothing's official, but if I go with this, it will mean a few things:
1) I'll probably enjoy my life, and have more free time
2) I'll definitely never make as much as Zach
I still have something like eight more rotations to go, however, so who knows what I'll actually end up sticking with.
I've also got a few quick stories:
-A while back I saw a guy who would describe himself as a "baller." He'd had a stroke which paralyzed the right side of his body, but was making huge strides in recovering function. This guy went from bed ridden to walking and performing daily functions in less than 18 months. That's pretty rare. Despite all that, this hardcore guy breaks down and starts bawling in the room because he can't afford to keep his gas on, and he really wants to cook for his family. Seriously, bawling.
-I met a guy who can't do simple things like stand up from sitting, or sit from standing, because he gets stuck trying to remember everything he did and said the day before. He can't make himself move until he's sure he has it perfect, which means he may sit in a chair for 4 hours straight, just trying to get up.
-On my first day in my Family Medicine rotation, a girl in her early 20's came in for a pelvic exam. My resident and I and a nurse are in this room, and the resident begins the exam, and then, with the speculum still opened in this girl, the resident stands up and says, "I need my attending to look at this also," and walks out of the room. He is gone for five minutes. No kidding- I timed it. Five minutes in the most excruciatingly awkward situation in the world, and you start timing it because the only thing you look at is the clock. After five minutes, he comes back in, and explains that his atending is seeing another patient right now. "Don't worry," he says, "this doesn't take long. It'll just be another five or ten minutes." I'm not even making this up. After another seven and a half minutes of staring at the clock in dead silence, he finally returns with the attending. How there is not a malpractice suit pending, I have no idea.
Welp, I'll end with that. I'm on Psychiatry rotation right now, which means I show up at 7:30, talk to crazy people, and then leave at 11. Yeah, before noon. It's awesome, except that I'm not a big fan of Psych.

My next post, which should be soon, will tell of the grand adventure that was getting our new puppy.