So long Tacoma, smell ya later!

The month of June was rather eventful.

It has totally exhausted me and have as much brain power as a cardboard box right now so bear with the less flowery language herein (the literary part of my brain is resting and waiting for its big binge after my board exams!)

So... June: Let's start from the beginning and try to break it into bite size pieces...

TFM Day
June rushed in with the dreaded "TFM Day" - a full 8 hours of residents (and other notable speakers, but mostly residents) giving dry presentations on evidence-based topics that are on their way to publication via the FPIN Network. I won't bore you with too much detail about the event. Just know that the whole process involves at least a year's worth of work, research and stress. My topic? Anal pap smears. I had hoped to perform a evidence review on transgender primary care but that wasn't approved. So even though I didn't quite get my topic of choice, in the last few years at TFM I have had the opportunity to present transgender medicine topics on my own accord. My TFM Day butt-talk (as I fondly call it) went very well and was actually a pleasure to give. The paper for publication is another story for another time.

Cle Elum
To celebrate the end of TFM Day, and the nearing end of residency, my class head off to Cle Elum, a quaint little rural Washington town, home of yummy Pioneer Coffee, and spectacular views! We recovered a little, bonded a little more, ate a TON (including an awesome Indian dinner made by our Indian classmate). We were there two nights and one full day and at the crack of dawn on Sunday Karin and I head back for our first uniformed marching band gig, a picnic in the park just blocks from her house. Afterward, we waiting in line, in uniform, for nearly 2 hours to get our $1 BBQ fixings (veggie burger included).

The Last Rotation
My last rotation of residency was an elective. I chose to rotate at Bastyr Center for Natural Health, a comprehensive naturopathic, acupuncture and homeopathic clinic in Seattle. In order to do this, however, I had to battle my nemesis, I-5. During the rotation I drove 300-500 miles a week, commuting from clinic to clinic. My previous efforts to coordinate my TFM clinics into full days (freeing me to learn at Bastyr for more than a few hours at a time) was massively unsuccessful - so back and forth and back and forth I went. But the elective was fruitful and I even felt, with my own index fingers on the pulse of a 90 year old woman, the actual palpable changes acupuncture creates in a person. Pretty amazing.

Chaos
Then, the proverbial you-know-what hit the fan and I started hurtling toward graduation at breakneck speed. Moving, packing, vet appointments, address changes, insurance coverage changes, forms to complete, etc etc... And, for extra fun my Mom and step-dad flew into town. We celebrated her birthday at Ray's Cafe, and over the weekend enjoyed in the festivities of the Fremont Solstice Fair and Parade! (us at right - Karin is on the end with the bass drum and I am playing trumpet behind her.) They stayed at my place, on the pullout couch, while I was packing and working, and then, for extra fun, my Dad and step-mom came into town and we had graduation.

Graduation
Graduation was a nice event - good food, good company, ample beverages to soothe savage beasts. However, it was four and a half hours long. For just eight residents. I was the very last to be graduated and by the time it came around for me to say my piece everyone was exhausted and surely sick of being there so I just said a few words of thanks and that was that. Kind of anticlimactic, I think. It didn't help that after all those hours of graduation hoopla I had clinic the following Monday. The best part of graduation for me was giving gifts to my advisor and getting to share with everyone the movie I had been working on for the better part of 4 months! I would love to post it here but am not sure people would appreciate their images up here for the world to see, dancing around and such. I rewrote all the words to Hotel California to reflect life as a resident at TFM and TG and filmed various folks singing and dancing along to the words. It was such a kick to make and I spent way more time on it than I did my FPIN!

Pride
Then came pride, or, "the gay Christmas", as Karin and I call it. With both sets of parents in town, my move a matter of days away, residency finishing, and all my duties with the band I was spread pretty thin. But I managed to enjoy marching in the parade, partaking in some of the street fairs and the festivities at the Seattle Center after the parade was over. One of the highlights of Pride this year was the huge rainbow flag the Seattle Center put on the Space Needle! A historic day! Now if only we can get equal rights like marriage, or at least equal taxation for domestic partners!

Then back to work for me after Pride. It wasn't easy but I managed to work a hellish, soul-sucking clinic on Monday, finish packing, and move my whole life to Seattle on Tuesday. Tuesday night Karin came back to Tacoma with me to finish cleaning the apartment. Wednesday I went to work and closed my charts, tied up loose ends, returned my parking pass, all the usual last day stuff. Hilariously, I got in trouble my last day for not having my badge. Figures some safety big shot would be touring the clinic on June 30th. He was understanding after I told him it was my last day and I had just returned it!

Life as a free woman
Now, here I am, among piles and piles of boxes. Overwhelmed with how much stuff I have to fit into Karin's apartment. We are working hard to make it our place (not just me squeezed in to her place) and it's not going to be easy (33 years of accumulated stuff is a lot!) but we are doing it! The pets have been without incident, Sive lives in the loft with a gate separating the beasts for the time being. I am so happy to be done with residency and ready to start the rest of my life, with my fiance, my family. Karin, me, Sive, Lucy and a houseful of boxes. I couldn't have imagined a happier ending to this story.

Next step? Studying for boards, unpacking, nesting, and continuing my advocacy here in Seattle and through GLMA... now only if I can find where all my advocacy stuff is... and maybe, soon, the feeling of being done with my indentured servitude will hit me.