September 28, 2004

stories from UNC

So, I'm here in Chapel Hill and it's been interesting so far. I live in a room, which, when the curtains are closed is one cube of yellow, green, and orange floral print (yes, that means the curtains are the same exact print as the wallpaper). The house is old and is infested with roaches, though I have yet to see them thanks to the hundreds of combat roach traps. It's neat being back in a college town again, though I feel about 1000 years old here. Boys, maybe you should visit - this town is filled with southern blondes. And while I'm waiting for the chicky-chick reality tv show to premiere I'm wondering whether they'll film the first episode here. Work has been great - I really like the program here and I think I'd be very comfortable doing my residency at UNC. However, they claim that Raleigh-Durham is a big city. Now, I'm not raggin on the R-D area but I come from DC's suburbs and R-D ain't a big city. It's only been a few days but the culture doesn't seem all that great; and the major thoroughfare from Durham to Chapel Hill has a speed limit of like 45. And they go 45 mph here. At least they like their college football down here. And their Spanish...apparently NC is the fastest growing Spanish-speaking state in the Union.
Finally, I have a funny story for those of you who like to hear about Murph. I'm in the OR today for a C-section and I overhear the Anesthesiologist call a number back and say "This is Dr. Murphy, I was paged." So, I enlist the help of my memory, which normally serves me well, to harken back to the Good Old Murph Days. I recall that Steve had a brother who attended Wake Forest's Bowman-Gray Medical School while we were in college. So, I thought - this might be Steve's brother. After the baby is born and we're all sitting around chatting, I say "I heard you say that your last name is Murphy, do you have a brother named Steve?" To which the doctor says, "My name is Steve Murphy." I now turn a dark shade of crimson. I luckily found the reserve to pull out, "Oh, I know a grad student at UVA named Steve Murphy who looks a lot like you." I was embarassed that I had asked him this tres importante question in front of all these other people and embarassed that they potentially knew I was asking so that he might be able to put in a good word with his little bro. Anyways, he left and I de-blushed rather quickly. Whew.
I hope this post wasn't totally unwanted....and that it brought a little smile/laugh to your day.

Posted by Michelle at September 28, 2004 06:59 PM
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