The Bird in Flight

So this is the first entry. I've never blogged before, but hey, why not now. I'm in the middle of the big medicine rotation, being worked to death, but learning a lot. I can't really feel TOO sorry for myself, considering my patients are probably as sick as they come. It's almost surreal, the strange fascination I have with the moments at death's door, and the heavy-heartedness I feel seeing my patients lying there without much hope left. Ugh.

Anyways, I'm doing this to set up a "blog" for Mark, who will be leaving our class this coming year to make an incredible journey to South America, both to provide some care for folks, and to grow in ways I probably never will.

Let's see if this picture thing works:

So this is Long Beach Marina. I took this a while ago, right before seeing Miss Saigon, back in the spring of '03. My dad's always had a thing for lighthouses, and I guess it's rubbed off on me.