I'm typing this from the residents' computer lounge in a really gigantic hospital while Mr. Darling naps. (The poor man worked until about 2 am even though he was supposed to be done at 11 pm.) Last night we slept in the hospital room that has been Mr. D's bachelor pad for the past few weeks. The tiny room has bunk beds, but if you think we slept on separate beds, you're mistaken. We shared the bottom bunk (a twin bed), and although I woke up once with Mr. D's elbow on my head and he claims that I kept hogging the bed and almost forcing him onto the floor, we plan to share again tonight. Having space is overrated. I haven't gotten to share a bed with Mr. D for the past few weeks, so I am not passing this chance up.
It was interesting spending the night in a hospital. We're sleeping in an older section, and the entire floor we're on has been converted to dorm rooms for students and residents, but Mr. D and I are the only ones on the floor this weekend. The hall kind of looks like the setting for a hospital horror movie. It's long and dark with corners that could potentially hide zombies. Last night after Mr. D came back, I spent a good ten minutes sprinting down the tile hallway in my socks and then sliding as far as I could (kind of like Tom Cruise at the beginning of this clip from Risky Business - except that I'm a female... and I was wearing pants. Also, try to picture a more zombie-friendly hallway.) This morning I was awakened by a woman making an announcement over the hospital loudspeaker. All-in-all, it was a restful night.
This particular hospital is one of Mr D's top choices for residency programs, so we spent some time today exploring the area to see if it lives up to Tova's Very High Standards for Places She is Willing to Live* (see footnote). So far, so good. We also stopped by Sam's Club to eat some free samples and quietly make fun of a woman with a ridiculous mullet. Tomorrow, Mr. D works for eight hours, so my big plans include sleeping in, checking out a local church, and maybe some more zombie-hallway sliding. I'll keep you posted.
*Tova's Very High Standards for Places She is Willing to Live
1. Mr. Darling must be there.
2. No farm animals next door.
3. Must be a Starbucks within 5 miles.