A sigh of relief

So yesterday we decided to take a walk over to Starbucks and sit outside enjoying the sun and some iced coffee. I, of course, got a sunburn, but other than that it was a lovely trip to the coffee shop. On our way back, Travis got a phone call and he started sounding more and more excited as he talked.

I should first mention that earlier last week we talked to the head of admissions at PNWU about what sort of timeline we could expect to hear about T's position on the waitlist. She said that the admissions committee would be meeting on Monday to rank the waitlist, and we would get an email on Tuesday or Wednesday if he was in the top 20.

So back to yesterday's phone call. First of all, we weren't expecting a phone call at all, just an email, and not for another couple of days. So when she called, she asked T if he was sitting down (he wasn't) and told him that there was one seat that they had open that she couldn't tell anyone about until now, and she would like to offer it to him.

So when he got off the phone, I was expecting him to say "I'm number one on the waitlist!" Instead, he said very simply, "I'm in." "Wait," I asked, "in? As in....accepted?" YES! Accepted! They gave the last seat to him over everyone else on the waitlist and over everyone else in the last four interview groups (which each consisted of about 20-25 people). We feasted on grilled chicken cordon bleu, black bean salad, strawberry shortcake, beer, and wine, and rested happily and contentedly on the comfort of knowing that we will both be going to medical school in the fall.

End of an era

For the first time in over three years, I am sick. My three years vomit-free are over. Fin. So ends my reign in this household. My suspicion is that I succumbed to whatever vile creature is inhabiting my intestines (first guess: Salmonella enterica) early this morning because on Saturday at grandma's house, I ate no fewer than eight cookies, and little more of anything else. I really should have taken a vitamin, eaten fewer cookies, and ok, you caught me, less cookie dough.

Despite my misery, I can't help but think of the line in The Devil Wears Prada: "I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight." Because let's be honest, when I felt well enough to stand without quivering, I weighed myself. Take that, Wii Fit! And this also happens two days before I go on My Birthday Shopping Trip with my mom. So today, I'm thwarting this nasty bug and making lemonade! Well, to be more precise, lemon with hot water. Is there anything more soothing to a faulty tummy?

Sadly, I have no one to whine to; no one to baby me. Tod

ay is Travis's interview! I was planning on going with him and running errands while he soliloquized about his wonderfulness, but no way was I going to budge from my curled up, non-nauseated ball on the couch. Don't mess with a good thing. So while I have a dog who comes up every 10 minutes, staring at me with eyes that say "what are you DOING?! We could have been on 5 walks in the time you have been laying here! I. WANT. TO. GO. FOR. A. WALK......WALK! SAY THE WORD! WALK!" Travis is charming, cajoling, explaining, and stomping his way into medical school.

I am so anxious for him and for us. They just need to let him in! That's the dream! Husband and wife dynamic duo kick medical school's medical ASS! And I want someone to make me my lemon water for me. And calm this crazy dog down. And maybe paint my toenails.

Here is the handsome cad: