Four and a half years ago, Jeffrey and I met across a cadaver in anatomy lab. I looked sexy in my smelly scrubs. I told him: “Skiing is my absolute favorite thing to do in the world.” He responded: “Me too.” Two and a half years later, I married him. And a year after that, we were ranking residency programs based on proximity to ski resorts. (True story. Also, not the smartest way to go about couple’s matching.) A year after that, we are in Vermont, skiing during a random weekend off…. because the ski resort is TWO HOURS AWAY! Having spent most of my life in the Mexico/Texas border, and being used to skiing = two days of driving, our current situation is truly a luxury.
We found cheap lodging, a dogsitter for Wolfgang, and spent the weekend bonding with a few of Jeff’s friends from residency. Translation: I was stuck with 3 boys all weekend. Good thing they were awesome… and good thing we were skiing!
It was FREEZING. Like, 31 degrees below it. I don’t make this stuff up…
The temperature was probably the biggest difference between skiing in the East Coast and skiing in Colorado (check out our last ski trip to Colorado here). The other big difference is that there are less evergreens and more “normal trees.” And let me tell you, it made for some fantastic photo opportunities.
Then there was this:
I’m not sure how we got to this point. And I’m not sure why I ever thought, “Sure, let’s go down The Devil’s Fiddle!” Well, it was not pretty. Talk about not knowing my limits. Like, for real. I made it down—just not as gracefully as I would have hoped. By the way, I can’t wait to go skiing with my kids so I can zoom down a blue and they can think I’m awesome. (A year later, they will proceed to zoom down The Devil’s Fiddle, and I will feel depressed by my inadequacies.)
I just remembered why I turned on the computer. It was NOT to write this blog post. I was going to Wikipedia hemolytic disease of the newborn and ABO incompatibility. I tried explaining it to the med student today, but totally confused myself in the process. However, before appearing stupid in front of her, I said: “Well, med student, why don’t you go home and research it, and tell us all about it tomorrow?” To which she immediately responded: “Yes, mighty intern!” Anyway, I’ll look over it briefly. You know, to be in the loop tomorrow morning. And if you are a med student and you are reading this, don’t resent me. Your glorious time will come.