Marital Union

Chapter 1.

Now I've undergone orientation, getting my ID badge and password; learning where to eat, rest, and find scrubs in the hospital. Hours upon hours I've listened all about residency and hospital policies, the importance of remembering to sleep, and how not to accidentally stick my self with any needles. I'm so eager to get to work, to become real doctors to acquire the "M.D." after my name and nervous as hell. I want to achieve new heights, help patients, and most of all, avoid making mistakes.

On paper, being a doctor seems pretty great. The money is good and you get a diploma that literally gives you permission to play God. But today I cant stop that feeling I get when I'm lying on my couch after such a busy day, trying to relax and my anxiety suddenly rears its ugly head? My mind begins to race and my mental steam builds as I dwell on everything in my day that annoyed me and all the things I didn't get done and now have to do tomorrow. It's certainly not relaxing, that's for sure.

When I arrived at my apartment a few hours ago I assumed I'd find a late rent notice stuck to my door. I know that I didn't have enough to pay this months rent or the last. I expected the check I wrote last week to bounce and my land lord to come knocking down my door. Maybe he's taking pity on me or maybe the bank made a mistake and approved the check. Im just glad to be able to relax on my couch with a glass of white wine.

I stared at the wedding invitation on the coffee table as it sat there mocking me. My younger sister Natalie was getting married which meant I would be traveling back home soon. Her fiancée was a old friend of a friend I new in college. She insisted when they met it was an instant, extreme, and ultimately romantic attraction upon the first sight. But the truth was he had a crush on her for at least a year before she even noticed him. I introduced them when she came to visit me in college but she didn't even give him a second look. Natalie was definitely shallow, selfish a bit of a narcissist but she was my younger sister and I loved her. She wasn't all bad she had redeeming qualities she lit up a room like no ones else I new could and he seemed to love her for who she was. Thats all anyone cold hope for.

I moved from my couch to my bedroom grabbing the bottle of wine and leaving the glass behind. The suit case across the room still empty. I catch a glimpse of my self in a mirror across the room. I was in a old over sized white shirt, my long blonde hair that would usually cascade down my back in a bun at the nape of my neck. My body tone and tan, rarely seen as it is usually hidden under sweats of scrubs. In a few hours I'd be on a flight back to California facing my family for the first time since I basically ran away from them when I graduated High school. Natalie was my parents favourite, the golden child of the family and I was hopping that her special day would keep my parents attention off of me. I had a small feeling of hope that my family would accept my decision the run to college on the other side of the country. I knew they didn't approve of my choice to pursue  medicine and it was confirmed when they didn't come to my graduation. But it was time to stand up for my choices and gain there respect.