An Open Letter to February

Dear February,

While you were kind to provide me with multiple opportunities to hone my skills in the operating room (fiberoptic scope, glidescope and lightwand intubations; arterial line insertions; spinals... the list goes on), you also brought with you some rather unpleasant guests.  Namely: four exams, a presentation, and a case of influenza (of the make-a-pact-with-God variety).

I knew at the beginning of the semester than you were going to be a doozy, February.  And, for what seems like the first time since August, I was right.  On the bright side, you're only 28 days long, March is peeking out from around the corner, and I think I dropped a few pounds from eating, and subsequently un-eating, Jell-o and Saltines for the better part of 3 days.

So good day to you, February... I said good day!