Another day, another year older...
Well, I celebrated my birthday almost a week ago bringing me to the ripe old age of 32. I didn't do much; Richel took me out for lunch and then I went home and studied stroke and brain injury. Not the most exciting birthday I've had, but oh well.
Not at all like last year. On my 31st b-day, I went out with all of my friends and co-residents to Cucino Paradisio in Oak Park, one of my favorite places. We all had a good time. But alas, with the coming of my 4th year of residency came an onslaught of politics and petty jealousy among my coworkers whom I thought were also my close friends (apparently, I was very, very wrong). Needless to say, the dynamics of our whole group irreparably changed from a cohesive class to one that was riddled with bitterness. What happened? It's a long story and a sad one considering the outcome.
I knew the birthday I had celebrated last year would be nothing like this year's.
Maybe that's for the best, though because now I know who my real friends are. I did spend part of my birthday thinking about this, and thinking about the people who supported me and stayed with me through the tough times and those who turned their backs on me, pointed fingers, and caused nothing but trouble. And I was thankful for my true friends, the ones who have stayed with me through thick and thin, the ones who even called me up and wished me a happy birthday.
So, in essence my birthday wasn't so bad at all. Realizing that I did have a core of loyal friends, and spending time with my lady is all that anyone could ask for. If I could spend it with my family, that would have been icing on the cake.
Not at all like last year. On my 31st b-day, I went out with all of my friends and co-residents to Cucino Paradisio in Oak Park, one of my favorite places. We all had a good time. But alas, with the coming of my 4th year of residency came an onslaught of politics and petty jealousy among my coworkers whom I thought were also my close friends (apparently, I was very, very wrong). Needless to say, the dynamics of our whole group irreparably changed from a cohesive class to one that was riddled with bitterness. What happened? It's a long story and a sad one considering the outcome.
I knew the birthday I had celebrated last year would be nothing like this year's.
Maybe that's for the best, though because now I know who my real friends are. I did spend part of my birthday thinking about this, and thinking about the people who supported me and stayed with me through the tough times and those who turned their backs on me, pointed fingers, and caused nothing but trouble. And I was thankful for my true friends, the ones who have stayed with me through thick and thin, the ones who even called me up and wished me a happy birthday.
So, in essence my birthday wasn't so bad at all. Realizing that I did have a core of loyal friends, and spending time with my lady is all that anyone could ask for. If I could spend it with my family, that would have been icing on the cake.
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