And Step 2.



Step 2 is this Friday! Helloooooo M4 year. Amongst my bulletin board full of notes on the differential diagnosis of hyponatremia and renal cell metabolism, you will see a tiny glimmer of horse.. Cindy Ishoy is coming back to our barn this weekend and I somewhat rashly decided to ride in the clinic (9 hours of Step 2 test on Friday.. clinic Saturday and Sunday.. start sub-internship in the NICU on Monday.. what could go wrong?)

 

 

That's really all the news I've got. Study x all day x repeat every day. Good stuff!

 



The field on the way to the barn has baby cows. I luff them.

 All the boys are doing well.

Scheduling anxiety

I decided to sign up for a twice weekly exercise class, which will start tomorrow evening.

I think a good chunk of my anxiety is due to my now well ingrained tendency to obsessively guard any free time for studying. (MUST STUDY ALL THE THINGS)  But another good chunk of this worry is due to the slow but steadily progressive atrophy of any muscle and good exercise habits over the last several years of medical school (again with the study all the things..).

I have been riding fairly regularly in lessons this spring and am getting ready for a clinic this May. Fear really is excellent motivation...

As we start to work on more fun (and difficult) things I really need to have my end together to expect Teddy to be able to work effectively. If I'm asking him to carry himself well around a 10m circle in the canter I can't be flopping down or collapsing my hip. I am struggling to keep my core engaged and stay stretched up tall, especially when Teddy is struggling too and tries to throw all of his considerably proportioned neck into my arms. Trainer tells me I need to kick on and send him up and out of my hands-- I get this in theory, but right now I honestly just am not strong enough to do this well (I get pulled down from my arms then can't keep my core engaged then can't have a long light leg... it's not pretty!)

 

 

Poor little fattie.

  

Out on one of our conditioning hacks

 

 

Ol says Happy Easter!

Power differentials

A sarcastic "fun" nurse I met recently calls me Maggie. That's not anywhere close to my real name, she says she gives nicknames to all the students. I spent a lot of time trying to decide if asking her to call my by my actual name demonstrates respect for myself, or if asking her to do this means I can't work easily with people / am not a team player.

Solution: I sing this song to myself and walk away.