Happy Valentine’s Day – a day late! I apologize for not writing recently, even though I have had the time. I must have caught a nasty virus that has made me feel as if I have been hit by a MAC truck. Nasal congestion galore, I finally have experienced first hand the lovely feeling of post-nasal drip, and a vice like headache that seems to love to grab right over both my temples. Despite getting nearly 7-8 hours of sleep a night I am still exhausted. I do think I am finally on the upswing and am starting to feel a little bit better. I think my body realized that now (during outpatient medicine) it finally had the time to be sick and was like haha here you go – I’m going to knock you on your ass for a few days so you’ll take care of me.
Anyway…Happy Valentine’s Day – a day late! “Ah falling in love, where walking is called waltzing and you hope it never stops…” A quote from a favorite blogger of mine, Corey Amaro, Here’s a link to her blog Tongue in Cheek
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while now, but just haven’t got around to it and wasn’t sure exactly what to say, but….since it’s Valentine’s Day (a day late) I guess it’s the perfect day to introduce all of you to that special someone in my life.
Hmm…let’s see where to start. His name is Sief (pronounced Safe). We first met during orientation to medical school. I remember our meeting because earlier in the week we had received our anatomy lab group partner’s names and my group consisted of me, Stamatis, Andrew, and Sief. I distinctly remember thinking to myself, great I can only pronounce the name of one other person in my lab group. So when Sief and I met, it triggered in my mind that he would be my lab partner and hey – I can pronounce that! It wasn’t all butterflies and hearts after that. We weren’t that stereotypical couple where you think oh how cute they were anatomy lab partners and fell in love. Umm…not quite. You see, I loved anatomy. Even though it was hard and a ridiculous amount of information to remember, I truly enjoyed dissecting the cadavers. Sief did not. He was rarely around for lab and when he was, he was much less interested than I in actually dissecting. We still became friends and that was that for a while.
Last winter, we became better friends. I would come over (he also lives in the same housing complex as myself) after a day of studying and we’d watch House or Scrubs – just hanging out. He helped me balance out the stress of medical school and taking time for myself to just relax. Sief is very good at keeping things in perspective and always taking time to remember there is another world outside this hell, I mean place called medical school. He was the balance, I needed. I guess you could say we become better friends and the rest is history. :) haha that seems so cheesy.
Lucky for me, Sief is from California. This way I don’t have to convince him to head to the west coast after graduation. He grew up in San Francisco and his family is currently in Sacramento – so even better he’s not a SoCal boy, but… he is a city boy. I torture him with my country music and am currently trying to convince him to go see Keith Urban with me in concert next year. He doesn’t talk nearly as much as I do and is still learning how to get a word in edgewise. I always ask why he forgets to tell me stuff & usually it’s because I’ve been talking too much. He laughs at his own jokes, even if I don’t. He loves politics and the news. He has a sweet tooth much like myself – which I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He can cook. He’s not a morning person :( He can speak Arabic. He’s a wonderful listener and really easy to talk to. He’ll tell you his honest opinion if you ask. He’s one of those people who somehow seems to know everyone. We walk through the hospital together and are stopped at least 5-6 times on our way to our destination by people he knows. He always opens doors for people. I lose him every time going into Borders or somewhere because he’s still standing there holding the door.
He has a new fascination for Bean Boozled – Jelly Belly’s that look the same, but one has a nasty flavor and the other tastes good. Examples: Peach vs. vomit, licorice vs. skunk spray, etc. He truly is a kid at heart – an 80s kid at that. This is seen in his never-ending smurf collection.
I’m slowly turning him into a game person – which you may or may not know is a necessity in my family (even though my dad somehow gets away with not playing games). He can shop aka. he can pick out cute clothes for me and is willing to go to the mall with me. He and his brother are shoe people and definitely own more pairs of shoes than I do. He’s thoughtful and surprises me with small little presents on occasion. Currently, he thinks he wants to go into Emergency Medicine for residency.
There you go – my beau in a nut shell.
