My brother-in-law suffered a spontaneous pneumothorax (collapsed lung) this week. He’s fine, just has a nice chest tube sticking out. The funny part? My sister didn’t tell me (okay, this is my sister, who didn’t tell me she was dating someone. To be fair, I was the first to hear about the engagment, but I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised). Apparently, I won’t have to worry about needing to give too much medical advice to family members. 🙂

My family (sans Laura and Josh) will be coming out and visiting me in about a week. I’m so excited. Not only do I get to show off my place and my home (and boy do I have a ton to do before they get here!!), but I get a week of vacation. We’re going to go up north, around Minnesota and Michigan and maybe catch some of Canada in those few days and I’m so excited to get away from the city. In my heart of hearts, I belong in the rural, backwoods country, where there isn’t more than a dozen people around me. The influence of living in a town of 250 in the formative years. 🙂

And I am now officially a Resident, a PGY2. Snap. Just like that. Things aren’t really that different. I have an intern, who’s much like a medical student at this point, and there’s a fellow (a freshly graduated resident who I worked with on call a few times last year). As always, freak out was a little overwrought. But that’s nothing new. It still has the potential of being very scary in the future, when I won’t have a fellow backing me up, but it’ll be a little bit of time before I have to face that.