So here I am. Just around the bend at the 2nd white barn, beyond the ladder supporting itself against a half-cut tree, past the squashed frogs decorating the dirt road, around the vacant corn field and to the left of the lone yellow tractor.I guess this is what you can come to expect when you apply for a "rural community health rotation" in Maine. And I love it.
I'm renting a lake house, which is actually situated on a pond in Sabattus, ME. My roommate has transformed this cottage into a pimped out bachelor pad (stainless steel appliances, massive flat screen tv and don't forget the hot tub), save for the bear and moose figurines scattered throughout the house to remind us we're surrounded by woods.
4 days out of the week you'll find me at Sabattus Street Primary Care working under the supervision of an internist and in the company of two 22-year old newly engaged medical assistants (I just might be the only single and/or childless person over the age of 20 in these parts). Although I've only completed my first year of an NP program, the physician treats me as though I'm already a practicing nurse practitioner. In my first week, I've given several rectal exams (my apologies to my first patient for haphazardly giving myself a tour), administered a steroid injection to an arthritic patient, performed a pap and done cryotherapy on a patient's junk. An exciting week all in all.
Cousin Kevin McCabe, from Waterville, had his all-star game Friday night that ended in a huge victory for the East. Kev, never having kicked a field goal before and effortlessly nailing them consecutively throughout the game, is now convinced that he is going to be a kicker in the minor league soon enough. More power to you Kev-o.
Also, had some Beantown visitors over the weekend. We hiked up a rather minuscule hill called Bradbury Mt., hit up the Lewiston area dive bars, tested the local pond water and sat around in the non-hot hottub. The highlight of the weekend though would have to be the neighbor's water trampoline with inflatable tubes perfect for gladiator dueling. Either no one was home or some dude was sitting inside with his buddies making a few bucks. Now that's a disturbing thought.
3 comments:
a haphazard rectal tour - sounds like a bad death metal band. that poor, poor fellow. i hope you at least gave him a lollipop or sucker on his way out. or maybe an ice pack.
an excellent post, r.u.w.p. sounds like you've got yourself a purty little set-up going there in the woods of maine. keep the updates coming. (and say hi to the winslow clan.)
So it is somewhat of a bachelor pad but the added bear and moose figurines scattered throughout sold you on staying here. Yeah why don't you have more of your single friends up on the only weekend I'm not around, that's being a great roomie. By the way, the not so hot hot tub was cold because your randoms that said they were friends of mind turned the heat off for the chance of getting a slight chill going. It's lonely out here please send more students from B-Town.
You left out the part where we dance parited to the same song for like 4 hours. By choice.
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