Dr. D and I on the phone, going over which programs he should send his residency application to:
Him: "Why don't we just start at the top of the list and work our way down alphabetically?"
Me: "---NYeahhhh, that's a great idea. Makes complete sense."
Him: "Okay. Alabama."
Him: "You're making a stink-face, aren't you?"
Me: "...yes. You're not?"
Him: "What about Arkansas?"
Him: "This does not bode well."
I have this problem where I can't control my face. Or at least, I can't control my face in reaction to something I don't like or am anticipating not liking. My loving husband knows this about me---he's had about sixteen years of experience dealing with how my face looks in these situations, and has dubbed it my "stink-face."
I'm pretty sure we all have a version of this face, am I right? And in our case, mine was a useful tool for determining residency prospects. Much to Dr. D's chagrin.
Don't get me wrong---to my knowledge, there is nothing innately horrible about Alabama, Arkansas, or any other stink-face state. I'm sure we could find redeeming qualities about each of them.
I just can't control the face, people.
All told, we still ended up applying to a whopping 70 ENT programs (out of 105 total in the nation, some of which are military only). We've got to cast a wide net, because this is a tough specialty to match in to. There are people who literally do not match anywhere, and that scares the daylights out of us.
Luckily I know that Dr. D is brilliant, has great scores and experiences, and can pretty much charm the heck out of even the most demure docs. At the risk of sounding boastful, I'm confident enough for the both of us that we'll match. And we are determined to make the most out of next year's adventure in our new, non-stink-face home.
Anybody else have stink-face states?