So I'm blogging, after much resistance to the idea that I should subject the general public to the mundanities of my day-to-day life. Then someone suggested that maybe my daily life isn't so mundane. You be the judge.
Today I went to work at 8am, and got off at 10:45am. The rest of my day was spent eating, sunning on the pitiful excuse of a beach that is the shoreline of Lake Michigan, and creating this blog.
Most of my day was rather uninteresting to humanity at large, although I enjoyed it quite a bit. The 2+ hours spent at work might be of interest to some, so I'll divulge. Sparing gruesome details of course, for those who's stomachs have not yet reached my level of solidity.
I saw 2 autopsies today. In one, on a middle-aged woman shot to death by her "man" (husband? boyfriend? who knows?), I learned that bullets, when they pass through something hard (wood? drywall? again, who knows?), tend to splinter and fragment into a jillion tiny pieces that are very very difficult to get out of muscle, lung, breast tissue, etc. And we have to get them ALL out- can't go sending these bodies to their final resting places with pieces of bullet still in them.
The other one was a child abuse case- a baby that "fell" off a couch. Without divulging too many more details (who knows who's reading this thing anyway), let me just say that you don't get bilateral detached retinas from falling 14 inches off a couch. I observed from afar (while digging out bullet fragments), and thought about my fellow med student working on that baby and how she was handling it. She has a 1 year old daughter. As she said last week, "the world is a much scarier place when you're a parent." It made me thankful for this stage of my life in which I am NOT a parent. And I embrace every opportunity I get to be appreciative of where I am RIGHT now.
Enough with the heavy stuff.
Here's something I have re-learned about myself today: I am a quasi-perfectionist. I saw the beautiful blogs that friends and photographers that I know have created, and became immediately frustrated by the templates Blogger limits me to. How can I possibly publish something that I feel is less than stellar, and/or perfectly suited to my personality? I just don't have the time to learn HTML. And I refuse to pay good money for a blog template as long as clothing and shoes are still being manufactured.
This blog is clearly going to be a work in progress, as am I. The evolution of this blog might just take millions of years. I don't think I have that long.