About two weeks ago my uncle sent me an email telling me he was tired of opening to the word Turd everyday. Today over the phone my mother begged and pleaded with me to put up a new post. I suppose it’s time to update.
I might not be awake but I’m alive. It’s now week 4 of my surgery rotation. I spent the first two weeks in the trauma bay and loved everything about it. My new site is another story entirely.
There you have it, no more turd headlines.