I'm tickled pink for two reasons. The first is that the trees are blooming, and Spring is finally starting to make a name for itself here in what I was beginning to fear was a permanently chilly Illinois.
But the second reason is better---blissful, even: this weekend I get to pick Dr. D up from the airport and bring him happily home, to be greeted by an initially ecstatic J-dog... who I anticipate will later be disgruntled to discover that that he's lost his comfy bed-sleeping privileges. Thank goodness; I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with the early-morning paw to the face.
Dr. D has had a good run of it on this away rotation. He's had the opportunity to see some fantastic surgeries (like helping a person to talk again by implanting a silicon wedge next to their vocal chords... wow!), but we are both ready for him to be home. We're crossing our fingers that a glowing letter of rec comes out of this from one of those hot-shot Dr. Big-Guns out there, but of course in my completely unbiased opinion they'd be a bunch of nincompoops not to realize how outsnading Dr. D is.
Yeah, I said it. Outsnading.
I know he's "Outsnading" because that's the grade he just received on his last rotation. One can only infer that the Dean was so dumbfounded by Dr. D's stellar performance that he lost all ability to spell properly---either that, or he made up a completely new grading rubric to indicate that Dr. D was beyond outstanding. We'll take it regardless, thankyouverymuch.
I truly derive an inordinate amount of glee from the med school's grading method ("O" for Outstanding/Outsnading, "S" for Satisfactory, etc.), mostly because saying "Hooray! An 'O' on your O.W.L.'s!" to my dear, patient husband never gets old. Harry Potter would be so darn proud of you, honey...
Can't wait to wrap my arms around the Outsnading Dr. D!