honestly, i'm miserable.
i can't remember a time when i've dreaded the coming days more.
this rotation just sucks.
i'm done with it on Thursday.
which CANNOT come soon enough.
i can't wait to get back to 8 hour shifts...and dump these 15 hour days i'm currently pulling.
it's pretty hard to feel sorry for yourself when you work at a military hospital though.
which is not to say that i'm not giving it a whole-hearted effort.
"wurstfest" is not just another name for the rotation i'm currently on.
|count the different kinds of meat...|
wurstfest is a 50-year-old tradition
in new braunfels, tx.
it's very German.
there's lots of "wursts"
bratwurst. liverwurst. wurstkabob.
and of course, turkey legs.
|pretttty excited about the sausage.|
(that's what she said)
|we brought friends.|
blogosphere, meet Dave and Meghan.
dave went to med school with us.
nick lived with him before we got married.
meg is a newly gradjamacated pharmacist.
they live in our apartment complex.
and dave is in the AF with me...we work at the same hospital.
awesomeness all around.
|second favorite thing about wurstfest.|
with oktoberfest brews in them.
|third favorite thing.|
old dudes dressed like this.
(i had to take this on the sneak. sorry for the blur. he moved surprisingly fast.)
|99 bottles of beer on the wall....|
|nick's very first funnel cake.|
|it had apples on half.|
|note the collection of pitchers...|
we had a delightful time.
wurstfest also included a master yodeler.
and a polka contest.
texas, you never cease to amaze me with your kitschy-ness.
p.s. countdown to the end of CCU: 47 hours, 24 minutes....