|Entrance to my basement abode.|
|I use a bookshelf as a combination kitchen cabinet, dresser, toolbox, and bookshelf.|
|The couch folds out into the most comfortable bed ever - thanks to a super thick memory foam mattress pad...|
|In what probably was intended to be a closet, I have a refrigerator, microwave, and coffee pot.|
|In the hall just outside my room, I have improvised a closet. Trendy? No. Serving the purpose? Heck yeah!|
The Medbunker is quickly becoming part of an elaborate and on-going daydream in which I am snugged away in this bunker as a result of some catastrophic, nuclear fallout of some sort. Obviously, after a disaster of this magnitude, the world will be in desperate need of physicians. Whatever it takes to motivate me to study, right?
What the Medbunker lacks for in breathtaking views, the med school delivers. Most of you readers haven't seen the Secchia Center, where MSU CHM's campus is in Grand Rapids, so you don't know what's coming. I'll be sure to post some of the awesome views from the various study rooms around the building in the coming weeks. I'll be honest - I can't wait to get in there!
In other news, I've spent today and part of yesterday exploring the city on my electric bike, and it has been awesome. I got a sandwich at Jimmy John's, and it was delicious - and cheap! At only $4.50 for an 8-inch sub, I will definitely be returning there in the coming months...
Yesterday I played in a pick-up game of Ultimate Frisbee in the park across the street. Normally, I play in bare feet, as it is largely an endurance game, with only a nominal amount of cutting and sprinting. The guys yesterday decided to play a "box" variety. Basically, you have to pass the frisbee to a teammate inside a four-cone box to score a point. The box is small, only about 10-15 feet on a side, so you're pretty much sprinting the entire time, trying to get open to receive a pass. When barefoot, this results in massive blood blisters like this, when the pads threaten to separate from the rest of your toe:
|It might look small, but my toes are the size of the average four-year-old's fists. This blister is probably about as big around as two dimes...|
The worst thing is, this was my good toe. This was also after I finished scrubbing my feet, bandaging up the other toe (not pictured) whose pad actually had separated from the toe, leaving a crescent-shaped flap of thick, leathery skin atop a patch of bleeding red meat. Not cool - especially when I wanted to be running around the city this week! I would have worn my Vibrams, but of course I forgot them back at Wife's place... She'll be bringing them to me this Wednesday, but now I'm going to have to take several days off of running anyway. BLARG!