Just a few summers ago, I was sipping the most delicious apple martini in Huangpu district, watching a logo-laden group of middle-aged men pay for enough bottles to have the privacy of a partition because they were too embarrassed to dance on the main floor. I would never spend my hard-earned money on such ridiculous things, I had mused.
It just goes to show that even the best of us sometimes eat our own words, amongst other things, like the gold-dipped marshmallows and candied black cherries that will arrive at my door within the next few days via expedited shipping.
I've become quite the frivolous spender since starting becoming a doctor, and money is not the only aspect of life I have completely given up control of. Work has become the perfect justification for evading self-discipline: being too busy to exercise yet always making time for retail therapy, adopting reckless eating habits as reward for trivial accomplishments, and forever giving myself one more day off from studying.
Perhaps it is post-call mania, but after an afternoon of reflection, I don't see why I can't have it all. I'll have my red velvet and eat it too.
Perhaps it is post-call mania, but after an afternoon of reflection, I don't see why I can't have it all. I'll have my red velvet and eat it too.
