Monday, December 29, 2008

A good year...

I write this with my left wrist in a splint (the victim of a cross-country skiing incident yesterday). I damaged my left MCP joint, which (in the grand scheme of things) isn't a huge injury. But since it is an important piano playing joint, I'm going to be especially paranoid about it. I am also sore in several other places (due to an active weekend; including working out, badminton, bowling, and skiing) so am feeling rather proud of but sorry for myself.

Led by the example of HM of Unprotected Text, I thought I'd do a retrospective on 2008. But this silly wrist/thumb may make me give up in disgust.

January

Back to school after a wonderful Holiday back home. It was nice to get back to the warm weather. Classes were a lot better, after I made it through genetics/biochem hell. In fact, the semester started out with endocrine physiology taught by one of the best teachers it has EVER been my privilege to experience as a student! Of course, she was from Canada (a visiting prof from Memorial, of all places). Thanks Dr. H! Micro was fun, not the least because I'd done a fair bit of micro in undergrad. And we started path, which started to feel as if we were doing real medicine stuff now, not just science minutiae.

Lots of kayaking, and some diving.


February

Still enjoying classes, not wanting to study. Lots of kayaking.

I had family who were planning on coming down in February, but due to an extraordinary series of events (including broken lights on the airport runway, a condemned resort in Venezuela, and corrupt inefficient customs in Venezuela) they didn't make it and flew back to Toronto.

Started getting migraines.


March

More of the same. My family finally made it down. So I spent a lovely week with my sister, uncle and aunt, and assorted cousins (going to classes in the morning, and hanging out at their resort for the rest of the time). A big storm blew in, so we had to cancel our diving trip to Saba, but the rest of their time was pretty cool.


April

The final push to end third semester. I did fairly well, I even honoured micro. I got to spend a couple of weeks at home, and aside from some shopping in Toronto (and a lovely voice lesson with a new teacher), spent most of it at my sister's place.

Right in the middle of finals, I sang the "Star Spangled Banner" at graduation. I sang well, and it was a little boost of motivation for me; to see the grads lined up, who had been where I was only three years before.


May

In which I start my fourth semester. I didn't want to come back to school to start this one. I wanted the summer off. I was also recovering from a nasty unrequited crush. Ugh. I did a lot of kayaking, starting to really train hard for a long race in Sept. My kayaking buddy and I tried to hit the beach twice a week, and the gym at least that many times. I was also running a couple of times a week. I was in great shape.


June

More of the same. Kept kayaking, stopped running, because of an old knee injury flare-up.

Insomnia started to get annoying.


July

Still kayaking, not working out as much. Tired and burnt out.

Classes are going ok, but mustering up enthusiasm is increasingly difficult.


August

Finals, the end of the semester, and a vacation. I wasn't prepared for how tiring this fourth semester was going to be. The break was needed. I had another voice lesson, and sat around on the couch a lot.


September

The last semester starts. Wow! This has been quite a journey.

I kind of stopped kayaking, because I had exams scheduled for the day after the big race I was training for. So, while I did some kayaking at the beginning of Sept., I didn't do any for the rest of the semester. I makes me unhappy, but there is only so much time and energy to spend.

Did a first aid course, joined the honour society, started tutoring anatomy.


October

Hurricane Omar. We didn't get that hard hit, so it was kind of fun. And to be able to say that I got a hurricane day in medical school like other students get a snow day is pretty cool.

We finished classes this month (except for a few random seminar type things). and we took the NBME Comp exam, which I did quite well on.


November

Last minute things. Seminars, clinical skills small group discussions, started work on a small research project into the ongoing Dengue Fever outbreak.


December

Wrapping up, taking my last exams, packing, sorting, selling my car, working my Dengue research project. Flying home.

I studied for a few days before Christmas, and spent a couple of days in the ER. One afternoon was particularly memorable, with my sister and uncle working, and my cousin and I shadowing. (My cousin is in 1st year meds in Ireland.) The ER staff had several things to say about "family medicine." I got to see my first code, and actually got to bag the patient.

Scheduled STEP 1 for Jan 20.

Christmas and New Years with family. Now it's time to let my thumb heal, study hard for my step, and then go on vacation.

Have a blessed and wonderful new year!

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Fun with anagrams...

From Bent Blog, a link to a wonderful anagram machine. Enjoy!

Did you know that an anagram for Beach Bum is Babe Chum?

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Onward!

In the bleak midwinter, snow had fallen; snow on snow.



I'm no longer studying on a beach in the Caribbean. The beach in the picture above, and in the blog banner, is the southern shore of Georgian Bay. A bit different from the sunny, white sand beaches of the Caribbean, isn't it? And instead of just being home for a few weeks and heading back to the Caribbean, I'm not going back.

I'll be here for the next few months, studying for Step 1, and taking some needed time off. It's a bit bittersweet, this whole leaving the island thing. I had a good time on the island. Unlike some of my colleagues, with their palpable if-it-isn't-like-the-good-old-US-of-A-and-doesn't-have-a-Walmart-it-is-beneath-contempt attitude, I enjoyed the slower pace of life, the inefficiencies, and the island culture (the little of it I participated in). But I was raised in Africa, and I found the island culture (and my experience) somewhat similar to my childhood. And as I mentioned in my last post, I tend not to stress about things over which I have no control.

So I'm not going back to the Caribbean. And, for the most part, I am now done with classroom work. That is a good thing. As generally good as classes were for the last two years, I feel ready to start seeing patients. Not because I'm ready to care for them, but because I'm ready to learn how to.

I spent the day in the ER with my sister and uncle today. I got to interview several patients and saw a couple of interesting cases. And what surprises me is how much I actually know.

I had a similar experience taking one of my exams last week. Halfway through the exam, which is a fairly comprehensive exam, I was struck by the breadth of my knowledge. Now, I'm the first to know that I still have a LOT to learn. In the ER today, I was constantly recognizing things, but not knowing the actual answer. Or I knew the mechanism, or molecular interaction, but not how this would actually impact the patient's treatment.

But I am conscious of a sort of satisfaction at the amount I have already learned. And while I still stand in the back during a code, and feel useless (because I am), I don't feel like an impostor any more.

And thanks to the medical blogs I read, I was able to recognize my first drug-seeker.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I will make a horrible doctor!

A recent post by FreshMD (who is, incidentally, an acquaintance from undergrad and married to a former dormmate of mine) got me thinking about personal qualities and medicine.

In the last few weeks, I've also been speaking to several people who didn't get into medical school in North America, and had to do the Caribbean/Overseas route, about why we didn't get in and what it is about us and our stories that make us poor candidates.

In her post, FreshMD, listed attributes that make a good physician (as described to her at a conference she attended):

control
perfectionism
competitiveness
dedication
perennial caretaker
emotional remoteness

And in looking at her list, I really don't identify with many of these; this is not who I am. It's no wonder that admissions committees threw my application out. I am clearly not good doctor material.

Disclaimer: In using this list to riff on what makes a good doctor, I am not implying anything about FreshMD; in fact, I have always had enormous respect for her, as a enormously talented and wonderfully humane person.

And in my riff on what makes a good doctor, I am using these words in their more negative connotations. I know there are positive connotations to all of these words, but that wouldn't make an interesting blog post, now would it?


control: I am fairly laid back, and don't struggle for control. I ascribe to the idea that the only thing I can control in this life is myself; my actions, thoughts, and emotions, and that trying to control things outside of me is futile. I also ascribe to the idea that in getting things done in a team situation there is a huge difference between control and leadership; the one being micromanaging bullshit, and the other empowering other people to be and perform their best.

perfectionism: I reject perfectionism as a deeply unsatisfying and ultimately soul-destroying philosophy. I do embrace excellence; knowing, however, that in my pursuit of excellence I will never reach perfection. In my own personal experience and in my own observation, individuals who are perfectionist are usually deeply insecure and use their unattainable pursuit of perfection to validate their own sense of worthlessness. By never achieving the perfection they so desperately pursue, they are able to say "See, I was worthless after all."

I say this as an artist, who has had to come to terms with the fact that the art I wish to create will never be realized; that even when I am performing at the very highest level, my performance will NEVER match the vision and ideal I have in my soul. Perhaps it's too Platonic, but it is the reality on the ground. Perfection is impossible (and quite possibly boring), so why pursue it? Excellence, on the other hand, with it's inherent possibility of disaster, is imminently desirable (and possibly a bit more exciting) and I embrace it wholeheartedly.

competitiveness: I was always the kid picked second last for choosing teams in the playground. As a child, I was viciously uncoordinated and suffered from undiagnosed exercise-induced asthma. Needless to say, I was not a good athlete. I developed an intense hatred for team sports, and preferred those athletic endeavours where I was competing solely against myself; track, badminton (singles), etc. I was also a good musician (blessed with parents who recognized my gifts and sacrificed a great deal to provide me with a way to train them), and loved the fact that when I was performing, I was the only person responsible for what happened. (That changed when I started to work with conductors and pianists, who can be [and often are] completely incompetent and can singlehandedly wreck a fine performance. There is an element of teamwork to music making that cannot be ignored. But I digress...)

I still don't get why I should be forced to compare myself with someone else. Their journey is different from mine, we both have different experiences and opportunities. We both have different strengths and weaknesses. And while in medicine, we can not ignore those aspects we are not good at simply because "it's not part of our journey," I think a much healthier approach is to measure ones self by comparing my performance today with my performance yesterday. If I see an improvement (and if there is an improving trend) in something where I need improvement, then I am happy. If I am not improving, or am remaining the same, then I have something to work on.

As part of our clinical skills training, as a member of a small group of students, we were given the opportunity to conduct a patient interview with a standardized patient. The few times that I interviewed, I did very well. Several members of my group complimented me on my interviewing skills, and while I appreciated their comments, I was somewhat uncomfortable with their praise. As a private music teacher, I'd spent the previous 7 years conducting one-on-one interviews with my students in a very similar environment. They came to me with something they wanted to improve, and it was up to me to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it. That experience (and the fact that while shadowing my sister, I had interviewed several patients) meant that the interview was not a scary thing for me, and I had skills honed over several years that allowed me to do well. We all come to medicine with various experience and abilities that help define our strengths and weaknesses; why should I compare myself to someone else and beat myself up for not being that person? It is my job to determine what my weaknesses are and work to correct them. And why should I be singled out for praise when the reason I am good at something amounts to little more than an unconventional background and a series of coincidences?

dedication: Dedication is a good thing. But there can be such a thing as too much of a good thing. I was never one to consider immolation. I suppose I am one of those lazy new types who isn't willing to give up everything for the sake of my career. I will be dedicated to my patients. But I will also be dedicated to growing as a human being and as an artist. I will be dedicated to living a full life in my community. I see life as a constantly shifting priority list, with medicine at or near the top. But while medicine will often be at the top of my list, it will sometimes lose place to other priorities. Does that make me less dedicated? Perhaps. But I suspect I will gain more than I lose.

perennial caretaker: Also a good thing. But again, there can be too much of a good thing. I believe strongly that in order to care for others, we have to care for ourselves. To use a slightly hackneyed metaphor, if we pour our energy into others, we have to find a way to replenish what we have lost. I believe strongly in feeding my own soul so I will have the energy and compassion for others.

One of the labels I use to describe myself is "Healer." But in trying to heal others, I am completely aware that I cannot force change on individuals. I cannot control their choices. My only tool for effecting change is my powers of persuasion. In many respects, I consider myself more of a salesman than a healer. After all, what are we doing beside selling miracle cures?

emotional remoteness: I see what the author of this list is getting at with this one. It is impossible to enter into all this suffering around us as medical professionals without being destroyed. But I object to the word "remoteness." It carries with it the idea of withdrawing, of being apart from our patients, of not being there when they are hurting. I think a much better word would be "stability." It's a hard concept to explain, but I am a proponent of being there in the emotion, acknowledging it, perhaps even experiencing it, but not being blown away by it.

It's probably my training as an actor that gives me this perspective. One of the methods of acting training popular in North America is to find the emotion inherent in a particular character/scene/line, experience it, and let it inform the choices we make on stage. So what we do on stage is about exploring the emotion, without letting it overmaster us. I don't want to remove myself from my emotions. I want to maintain emotional stability, and even emotional control. But anything more than that, and one runs the risk of suppression or repression.


I found this list interesting. It's clear to me that I don't possess many of these attributes in a strong way, and that I am clearly not fit for medicine. Or does this list represent what is wrong with how physicians are recruited, trained, and mythologized?

In discussing with singing colleagues on how to build a career as an opera singer, a phrase came up that I have never forgotten. "In order to make a living as a singer, you have to be psychotically determined." In many respects, medicine is similar. One really does have to be crazy to inflict this on ones self. But as we undergo our training, and reshape ourselves in the image of our profession, I don't want to become someone who is controlling, perfectionist, ubercompetitive, psychotically dedicated, a perennial caretaker, and emotionally stunted.

So here's a new list:

A true leader
Pursues excellence
Dedicated
Balanced
A healer
Emotionally stable

What do you think?

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Break time

I write this in the Philly airport, my layover on my trip home to Toronto. It's an interesting time of year, when all the Caribbean schools are finishing up, and student from all over the region are heading home for their break. There were students from probably at least 4 or 5 schools on my flight. It's funny how an experienced Caribbean med student can recognize thier own kind, amid a flock of tourists.

On the plane today, there was an article in the in-flight magazine about good books that nobody reads.

Uncle Silas (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu)

Oblomov (Ivan goncharov)

Hauntings, Fantastic Stories (Vernon Lee)

Red Cavalry (Isaac Babel)

Augustas Carp, Esq., by Himself (Henry Howarth Bashford)

Cane (Jean Toomer)


I finish this up at my sister's place in Ontario.

So, I'm back home. Yesterday, I scheduled Step 1 for Jan 20, so I've got a bit of time to study, and celebrate Christmas. I've been heading to my aunt's office (and using an empty room to study in). It's amazing how much studying I get done when there's nothing else to do in the room. I'm a bit scared of this. First of all, based on my test scores this last semester, I am ready to pass the exam if I wrote it today. So not only do I not want to lose any of my current knowledge, but I want to improve my performance. Study, study, study.

I've also been cooking. Today for supper, we're having baked squash, apples and sausage, with arugula salad and pumpkin pudding for dessert. I think it'll go over well.

This weekend, I'm heading into the ER to do some shadowing (my sister and my uncle are both on, so I'll have two docs to follow). It's going to be fun. My cousin (who has just finished his first term of med school in Ireland) may be there as well, so it'll bring new meaning to the term "family medicine."

I'll try and post some new pics soon. Shooting in various shades of white and grey will be a change from the saturated Caribbean, but it should be fun.

Flying

By the time this posts, I should be on an airplane, and flying over the atlantic. I leave tomorrow and should get into Toronto late tomorrow night. After a night at a relative's place, I'll head up to my sister's, where I'll be spending most of my time.

Stay tuned...

Thursday, December 11, 2008

I'm done!

My basic sciences and 20 months on the island are done! I wrote my last exam yesterday, and while it was an awful exam, I passed it and am on my way. I'm heading home on Saturday for some time off and some studying.

I should be packing, but am catching up on blogging...

The "what have you done with your life?" meme

You know the drill, copy this to your blog, change the stuff you've done to bold, make witty little comments, etc. I thought I'd done this one, but maybe I did it a while ago 'cause I couldn't find it in my recent posts, anyway, I found it on Respiratory Therapy 101.

1. Started your own blog.

2. Slept under the stars. I still regret not doing this when I was in undergrad. There was a crazy Russian dude in the dorm next to mine that had a thing about sleeping outside; he thought it was all healthy and stuff and invited me along. I was in my up-tight scarf-wearing SINGER phase and thought the night air would be bad for my precious vocal folds. Now, being older and wiser, I'd say screw the vocal folds for a bit of star gazing in a dewy field. Ahhh, regrets!

3. Played in a band. Many

4. Visited Hawaii. Four weeks on Maui, baby. Coral Reef Biology, and Tropical Botany.

5. Watched a meteor shower. Two in the morning on a country road in rural Alberta in the middle of winter. Lonely, cold, and glorious!

6. Given more than you can afford to charity.

7. Been to Disneyland.

8. Climbed a mountain. Nothing spectacular, just local Vancouver mountains.

9. Held a praying mantis.

10. Sang a solo. Oh wait, I'm an opera singer.

11. Bungee jumped.

12. Visited Paris. For twelve hours.

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch. If being taught how to crochet by one's sister counts.

15. Adopted a child.

16. Had food poisoning.

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty.

18. Grown your own vegetables. Purple potatoes, yellow beets, pink chard, red and white carrots. I like cartoon vegetables!

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France.

20. Slept on an overnight train. From Swizterland to Calais, when I was a kid.

21. Had a pillow fight.

22. Hitch hiked.

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill. I swear, it was a mental health day.

24. Built a snow fort.

25. Held a lamb.

26. Gone skinny dipping.

27. Run a Marathon.

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice.

29. Seen a total eclipse.

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset. My favourite has to be sitting on my kayak in the Caribbean Sea, watching the sun go down and trying to see the green flash, and then paddling back to shore.

31. Hit a home run.

32. Been on a cruise.

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person.

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.

35. Seen an Amish community.

36. Taught yourself a new language.

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person.

39. Gone rock climbing.

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David.

41. Sung karaoke. I don't know any pop music, and karaoke lists never have anything I know on them, so I usually end up singing Celine Dion songs (which is scary) in the key she sang them in (which is even scarier).

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.

43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant.

44. Visited Africa. I was born and raised in Africa.

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight. And skinny dipped too...

46. Been transported in an ambulance.

47. Had your portrait painted drawn.

48. Gone deep sea fishing.

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling.

52. Kissed in the rain.

53. Played in the mud.

54. Gone to a drive-in theater.

55. Been in a movie.

56. Visited the Great Wall of China.

57. Started a business. Does running a music studio out of my living room count?

58. Taken a martial arts class.

59. Visited Russia.

60. Served at a soup kitchen.

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies.

62. Gone whale watching. Does seeing grey whales and porpoises off the side of a ferry count?

63. Got flowers for no reason.

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma. Until the folks at CBS decided that my malaria blood was too dangerous to even use for plasma.

65. Gone sky diving.

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.

67. Bounced a check. Starving artist...

68. Flown in a helicopter.

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.

71. Eaten Caviar.

72. Pieced a quilt.

73. Stood in Times Square.

74. Toured the Everglades.

75. Been fired from a job.

76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London.

77. Broken a bone. If my nose counts.

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle.

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.

80. Published a book.

81. Visited the Vatican.

82. Bought a brand new car.

83. Walked in Jerusalem.

84. Had your picture in the newspaper.

85. Read the entire Bible.

86. Visited the White House.

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.

88. Had chickenpox.

89. Saved someone’s life.

90. Sat on a jury.

91. Met someone famous.

92. Joined a book club.

93. Lost a loved one.

94. Had a baby.

95. Seen the Alamo in person.

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake.

97. Been involved in a law suit.

98. Owned a cell phone.

99. Been stung by a bee.

100. Read an entire book in one day. Many times!

Well, there you have it. Entirely self reflective, but kind of fun.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Cowardice

Well,

We're winding down. I have an exam tomorrow, for which I am not studying. And then on Wednesday, I have the last of my Comprehensive exams. It's hard not to get excited about either, because for the former, I suspect that I am already passing the course (and don't need it at all). And for the latter, I have only to achieve a 45% on the exam to pass.

Now a comphrehensive exam on two years worth of material is nothing to sneeze at, but since I got a 75 on the one I wrote in October, I'm not really worried. I am trying to muster a little bit of enthusiasm for studying this week, but am only slightly winning.

So this week, I have to clean and pack, sell a few more things (or give them to charity), host an online acquaintance who is checking out the school and the island, and do some playing. Right now, I'm thinking of a quick trip to Saba on Friday, some horseback riding on Thursday, and perhaps some diving added to the mix. (And maybe a quick trip to the casino to get rid of my bowl full of quarters.) We'll see!

I'm starting to panic about my licensing exam. I had planned to sit the exam before Christmas, but am panicking that I don't know enough, and am contemplating waiting until January. But postponing the exam would require that I be diligent about reviewing for the month of Dec. It could be done. Right now, I'm playing it by ear, and waiting to see if my ECFMG certification comes through on time. Evidently, they're taking longer than usual to process them, so I may have no choice.

I am fairly sanguine about medicine being a discipline where it is impossible to know everything, but right now, I'm feeling like there are some fairly important gaps in my knowledge. Mostly related to some of the classification of rare neoplasms and weird pathologies. I'm reviewing my path, but may not be as ready as I would like. But maybe I'm just being stupid.

In any event, in less than a week, I will be back in Canada. The forecast for today was -13C with a snow squall warning. It'll be a rude awakening. I've already sent out an urgent request for my down jacket to be waiting for me in Toronto.

Popera

Generally, I don't enjoy the sort of opera lite that opera singers call Popera (think Bocelli, Brightman, Groban, el Divo, Russell Watson, et al). But I came across this the other day. It's a song by the Columbian pop singer Juanes. Beautifully sung, with really cool images.




I ask of God
For the days that I have left
And the nights that have yet to arrive,
I ask of God
For the children of my children and the children of your children
I ask of God
That my city not shed so much blood and that my people rise again
I ask of God
That my soul never rest when it comes to loving you my dear
I ask of God
A second more of life to give you and my whole heart deliver to you
A second more of life to give you and by your side for ever be
A second more of life I ask of God
And that if I die it be of love
And that if I fall in love it be with you
And that to your voice this[my] heart belong, every day I ask it of God

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A new PM for Canada?

It appears that less than two months after our general election, Canada may be getting a new Prime Minister. For some background (for those of you unfamiliar with Parliamentary democracy) check this article out.

I love politics in Canada. It can be really, really boring for years, and then without warning, can surprise the socks off you. I'm not sure whether this potential new government will work any better than the current (rather dysfunctional) minority government, but I love the fact that it is possible.

Of course, many Canadians who are uninformed about how their Parliament works (and/or who watch too much US television and think our system should be like the US) are up in arms about a "coup" destroying the fabric of democracy. They obviously didn't pay enough attention in social studies class in junior high. Or perhaps they are just ignorant.

And for the record, I am appalled at the Harper Government's attempt to revoke the political party funding measures. They were an excellent idea at the time, and remain so; reducing the influence of lobby and special interest groups. In fact, I may write the PMO and vent a little.

Representative Democracy. I love it!

Monday, December 1, 2008

A car hurtling toward the cliff edge...

That's how I feel my life is like right now. I've been insane this semester (as you may have noticed from my posting frequency this semester). Partly because I really have been busy, and partly because I'm really tired, and ready for a real vacation. (One of the drawbacks to the Caribbean system is that there are no real scheduled breaks, like the summer break in most N. American schools. So I've been going hard for almost two years, with only a handful of 2 week breaks. Ah well...)

It's been an eventful semester, but it's almost over. If you take a look at the counter near the bottom of the blog, I have less than two weeks to go now before I leave the island for good. It's a bittersweet parting. I have enjoyed living here, what with beaches and kayaking, great restaurants, great people, and wonderful weather.

I'll be heading back to Canada, and snow. And from there, probably to the UK for my clinical clerkships. But in the next few days, I have to sell my car, pack, get rid of stuff, wrap up a research project into the current Dengue outbreak, study for my last two comprehensive exams, and (more importantly) study for USMLE Step 1, which I hope to take before Christmas.

Most of my class is taking a lot of time off to study for their Step 1. I am going to try and take it as soon as I can, which means I have a lot of work to do in the next few weeks. I'm not going to take much time to study for a couple of reasons: the most important being that I'm lazy and giving myself months to study would not be any sort of a guarantee that I would actually study for months.

So best to take it soon, while the information is still fresh. And then have a real vacation. I've promised myself the month of January off. I may do some travelling during that time, arrange a voice lesson or two, and some shadowing with docs in the family. But for the most part, I think my ass will be firmly planted on the couch.

I can't wait.