I’m A Clutzaholic
Thanks for the comment, Katrina. Since my friend (Bindi, you know who you are!) hasn’t called me yet, I’m chillin at home in preparation for going out tonight, so I have a few secs to kill.
Today, I pulled a classic Kendra move. I was trying to jump a few stairs to get out the hospital door faster to acquire some Dunkin Donuts espresso, and I fell almost flat on my face, everting my ankle. I am a chronic clutz, and I have sprained my ankle more times than I can count, so it wasn’t even a big deal to me. The good thing about injuring yourself yards away from the ER? Lots of doctors, and free ice-packs and ace bandages! 
The good news is that I am quite professional at laughing at myself, and it turned out to be a relatively minor sprain. The bad news is that it still hurts, and it will take a few days to heal, at the least. Luckily, I am going to Little Italy tonight, and wine turns out to be a great anal-gesic.
My name is Kendra and I am a fourth-year medical student attending
“everting” — She said, “everting.” Hehe.
While I lurv the hairy glove knuckles…why aren’t you wearing that giant fist on your surg rotation? That would be awesome.