I felt helpless laying flat on the table. Doctors talking in hushed whispers as they hovered around me. As the ultrasound wand circled my swollen belly I felt like a lab-rat being inspected from the inside out. My heart breaks for tho.

Food, food, and more food! Living for the next meal. These were the simple, but magical words I typed into the Google search engine. I was mad that there was only one egg left in the fridge, and that the butter was salted and not unsalted. Luckily, this led me to discovering what is sure to become one of my favorite chocolate cake recipes.

Thoughts, musings, images, music, and experiences from Denver. So there is this myth, I think, that success equals happiness, always, without question. I wish it were that easy. So, what is the solution? Work hard.

Many moments have come and passed. Much laughter shared, and some occasional tears shed. It has been a month where we learnt to get used to each other in a more than friends kind of way, of being one half of a couple. I guess in many ways you are probably more used to it than me. Because this time your other half is me.

Musings from the mind of Jamie. Asymp; Leave a comment. Last weekend, I attended my 20-year High School Reunion. Falling out of the bus into the mud at the Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute.

The Life and Chronicles of an Undergraduate Pre Med. Always important to consider questions like this. Originally posted on Action Potential. Things I Love About Being A Premed.