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Ciao, people!  I’ve been away from the blog for almost two weeks because I went straight from working on the wards to doing back-to-back shifts at the emergency department without any breaks!  It was A LOT of fun, but my body is really appreciating its first full weekend off in 2 months :)

A lot of our family members have been asking me for pictures of our home, so I came up with an idea to show it to you—little by little (it’s more exciting that way).  It’ll be a new series of posts called “Mi casita,” and each will showcase a different room and all the things that make it “our favorite room in the house.”  With all the madness sweeping the northeastern U.S. because of Hurricane Irene (which turned out to be nothing more than a windy tropical storm here in Boston), Jeffrey and I have spent most of our Sunday enjoying the sound of wind rustling through the trees from our sunroom.  So what better way to introduce you to our casita than through our wonderful sunroom!  Welcome…

We like to affectionately refer to it as the “Gramma Maxine Sunroom,” as most of what we have in there is thanks to her!  Example: the awesome round table and chairs we inherited from her when she moved to a smaller place.  Merlin enjoys relaxing under it.

Whenever Jeffrey and I spend a morning together at home, we make it a point to have breakfast here and watch people go by as they walk their dogs.  The table also holds the peg solitaire game we inherited with it, seen here.  In the far corner is Jeffrey’s steel drum, which Gramma Maxine gave him when he graduated high school.  As I type, he is practicing on it… and people walking their dogs outside keep looking up at us to see where the unusual tropical sound is coming from!

You can also see my “The Count of Monte Cristo” book on the table.  I’m almost done with it!  Only 200 pages left!  It’s the best book ever written, and the unabridged version is even better than the abridged version I fell in love with my freshman year of high school.  I started it in January, so it’s about time I finish it!  It’s taken me an embarrassingly long time to get through it.  In my defense though, going on residency interviews and then actually starting residency sometimes gets in the way of random fun reading!

Speaking of reading, the sunroom also has a special reading corner…

Nothing like a papasan chair, a basket of warm blankets, and a bookshelf filled with art and travel books to inspire some good reading!  The best part is being surrounded by windows instead of walls, and the fact that the windows are in turn, surrounded by huge trees hundreds of years old.  I periodically sprinkle wildlife feed around the house, and enjoy watching birds, squirrels, and chipmunks fighting over the feast from the comfort of our papasan chair.


But my absolute FAVORITE part about the sunroom is my Mexican tin star hanging above the reading corner.  I had to beg Papi to buy it for me during our family trip to Chiapas, Mexico over 10 years ago.  He was reluctant to buy it for me, saying that it was going to live in a closet without ever getting hung up.  Well, he was—for the most part—correct.  But I won and got him to buy it for me anyway.

More than 10 years later, my star has made the journey from the southeasternmost tip of Mexico to the northeasternmost tip of the United States, and finally brightens my life with its colorful glass marbles.  Gracias Papi!  For buying it for me, and for hanging it up!

As Nate Berkus says: “Your home should rise up to greet you.”  Does your home do that?  Our sunroom does!

 

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I began residency on a particularly interesting note: a rotation through “Developmental and Behavioral Pediatrics.”  Between spending time evaluating kids for autism, adjusting ADHD medications, and rating prematurely born toddlers’ developmental milestone achievements, I was assigned the task of preparing a presentation regarding a topic of my choosing.  My topic was to represent ANY aspect of child development—be it normal or abnormal—and I would end my rotation by leading an interactive discussion with the behavioral/developmental pediatricians and fellows at my residency program.

My topic selection came easily, as I chose something I have always been interested in: the poorly understood, but developmentally normal circumstance of “gender variance.”  What is that, you say?  Gender variance is a person’s naturally persistent pattern of preferences and behaviors characterized as typical of the opposite gender.  When I learned that one of the doctors at my program conveniently is a national expert on childhood gender variance, I JUMPED on the opportunity to be mentored by her.  The rest of my month, as you can probably anticipate, was faaaaaaabulouuuus!!!

With this project, I dove into the issue of differentiating “sex” from “gender,” and exploring society’s role in archaically defining “what is masculine” from “what is feminine.”  By reading through case reports of children as young as one and two years of age with preferences deviating from society’s expected “norm,” I confirmed my suspicion that gender variance is as naturally present from birth as is dark or pale skin.  I learned that kindergarteners will not ridicule a boy who likes Barbies or a girl who dresses up as Batman unless they have learned intolerance from their parents.  I learned that—regardless of gender variance or gender typicality—the happiest, strongest, most resilient, and most successful children are those who are unconditionally accepted, loved, and supported.  I was exposed to the terrible reality that the constant, undeserved marginalization experienced by the gender variant population places them at an unforgivably high risk for severe secondary psychopathology (anxiety, depression, suicide).  And gender variant children present to our developmental/behavioral clinic not because they need fixing, but because their parents and families need a whole lot of educating.

I also learned about “The Sissy Duckling” by Harvey Fierstein, a WONDERFUL children’s book that you need to click here and buy RIGHT NOW.  Come on, it’s like $7.99!  It is beautifully written and illustrated (and that is coming from someone who both reads, and draws!).  The story is creative, funny, applicable to everyday life, and educational to child and adult alike.  More importantly, sharing such stories with our kids/nieces/nephews/students/patients/everybody is the first step we can take as a society to spread the message of love, equality, and embracing differences.  After all, kids only do, say, and think as they learn from adults, perpetuating a cycle that can just as easily uplift as it can destroy.

So lets wake up and smell the 21st century coffee, people!  It’s time to get educated, practice tolerance, and do our part in promoting love, acceptance and understanding.  Opt for uplifting.

Resources for kids, teens, and families:

Sweet books for kids and early teens!

Books for young adults and parents:

And of course, the powerpoint presentation of the hour ↓

An Unexpected Chief Complaint: Addressing gender variance in pediatric primary care

My talk was awesome, and I could not have hoped for the response to my topic to be more positive, or for the dialogue that ensued between the developmental/behavioral docs and I to have been any more fascinating.  My project mentor recently offered me the opportunity to conduct a prospective study of gender variant children with her, and I accepted.

“An Unexpected Chief Complaint: Addressing gender variance in pediatric primary care” may be used for personal, public, and educational purposes with permission from the author.  Please let me know!  I would love to hear from you.

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The other day Jeffrey and I went on the best half date of my life… MANA CONCERT!!!  (If you’ve never heard of MANA, fear not.  I will introduce you to their greatest song of all time by end of tonight’s ramble.)

When I heard they’d be coming to Boston, I was determined to introduce Jeffrey to them and all their splendor from a GOOD SEAT.  Jeffrey, brilliant as he is, set an alarm on his iPhone for the exact time at which www.mana.com.mx had announced the start of ticket sales to the Boston concert, AND GOT US THIRD ROW FLOOR SEATS!!!!  I went off-the-wall bonkers when he texted me with the news, and crossed my fingers that a little thing called “our future intern schedule” would not interfere with our grand plans.

It only kind of interfered.  Remeber I called it our “half date?”  Well, that’s because halfway through, Jeffrey had to rush off in order to make it to his night shift at the hospital by 11 pm. But we enjoyed that first half like crazy!  (I think my jumping and screaming was embarrassing to him, actually.)  The best part was that it was seriously one huge Boston Mexicans reunion… And I LOVED seeing so many obnoxiously waving Mexican flags and hearing so much beautiful Spanish in New England.  (Mexicans are obnoxious.)

There is something so wonderful about seeing your ultimate favorite band at a sold-out concert in a city as cool as Boston when the first time you ever saw them, you paid 30 pesos (like $2.50) for your ticket, and were so small that your dad was able to mount you on his shoulders and walk you over to the stage.  CRAZY.

I enjoyed the second half of the concert all by myself, screaming my head off along with the girl from Ecuador sitting next to me.  Her husband was also a half-embarrassed white guy.  The best/worst part was that literally TEN MINUTES after Jeffrey left, Fher, Alex (the drummer and my ultimate idol), and Juan jumped off the stage and walked RIGHT BY ME.  I high-fived all of them (!!!) and clung on to Fher in an awkward “I have loved you since I was in 7th grade” sort of way until his mammoth of a bodyguard pushed me off.  It was awesome.

I then took the subway back home at midnight, and proceeded to not see Jeffrey for the next four days because he was working nights while I was working days.  I guess that’s how dates go during intern year of residency?

Speaking of residency, remember how frazzled I was my first day on the wards?  Well, yesterday I managed to discharge two patients, admit a patient, accept a transfer, and dictate a discharge summary in FIVE hours.  BOO-YAH!

And as promised, I bid you goodnight with MANA’s greatest song of all time: Vivir Sin Aire.  ¡Hasta la proxima!

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I had my first taste of caprese salad four and half years ago on the streets of Florence, Italy, and have been hooked ever since.  Since I’ve been back, I have worked diligently at perfecting the tasty concoction, and I have FINALLY mastered an imitation that is pretty darn close to its Italian counterpart.  The trick is finding fresh mozzarella di buffala cheese in it’s natural juice!  (And one of the advantages of living in a city with such a big Italian influence, is that I can find fresh mozzarella di buffala!)  As for the tomatoes, Italy grows the juiciest, sweetest, reddest tomatoes I will ever have in my life, and they don’t come easy here in the states.  The closest I’ve found so far are grape tomatoes.  As for the basil, it must be fresh-grown!  I know……. that means you have to grow a basil plant (or cheat like Jeffrey and I did and buy a basil plant already grown).

This week was my first week to work “nights.”  As tomorrow I switch back to days again, I was given all day today to recuperate.  Jeffrey had the day off as well, so he, Wolfgang, and I spent most of the afternoon out in our yard enjoying the breezy 70 degree Boston suburb weather.  Sorry, friends and family down in scorching Texas and Mexico!  As nothing in the world is tastier or more refreshing than caprese salad, our afternoon outside inspired me to make some and share it with you!  It’s so easy!

You will need:

  1. 1 pint of fresh mozzarella di buffala cheese balls
  2. 1 pint of grape tomatoes
  3. 1/4 cup of Italian extra virgin olive oil
  4. 8 fresh basil leaves
  5. salt and pepper (to taste)
  6. 1 lemon (optional; and by “lemon” I mean “the yellow ones”)

Basically, you chop everything, throw it in a bowl, and chill it in the fridge!

8 basil leaves does not seem like much once you chop them, but I promise: if you use FRESH herbs, a small amount goes a LONG way.

For a tropical twist, squeeze a few drops of lemon juice into your salad right before eating it.  Enjoy!!!

Have you EVER seen tomato and cheese look prettier???

There will be no time for a “high five friday” this week.  But I will not hesitate to share with you what made my week:  Working with a senior resident that made working nights feel more like being at a slumber party than being a resident “on call.”  AWESOME!  I hope I one day make fellow interns enjoy residency as much.


What made your week great?  Please share!

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