Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The buttcrack of dawn and I don't get along

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and some Fridays classes start at 8 am.  Those days kill me.  If I'm lucky, I'll be asleep by 2am the night before, but that's a best case scenario.  It's not that I have insomnia, either - I have no problems falling asleep, it's just that my circadian rhythm is backwards, and if left to my own devices, I have no problems going to sleep at 5am, then sleeping for 8 hours.  When I worked night shifts, they always warned us about "night shift syndrome," where you have all these ill effects from having to live backwards your natural circadian rhythm. That's how I feel all the time, but those 8am days especially kill me.  (And I'm not just whining - it's a real syndrome) It's the main reason why I've always considered emergency work a strong option - so I can actually feel like a normal person.

Anyway, so today, I stumble into class at 8, expecting a physiology lecture/Q&A from one of our internal medicine specialists.  But for some reason, I see a familiar face sitting off to the side of the room.  It's our old physiologist who left at the end of last year to go work at one of the Caribbean schools.  And for some ungodly reason, he decided that while on vacation in Cali, that he would visit us, and do a guest lecture.  It's a helluva good way to make 8 am seem that much more tolerable.

Today's Tyler's birthday, and he requested a strawberry birthday cake.  I've never met a strawberry cake I liked, so I kind of cheated. I made a vanilla cake and dyed it pink,so it's a psycho-somatic strawberry cake.  But I made this straberry frosting for it.  I don't care if you don't have a cake to put it on - just go make it, and eat it plain.  It is the best frosting I have ever tasted.  Hopefully good enough that Tyler won't notice that it's on a pink vanilla cake.

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