My name is Michelle.
I'm 30 years old and I am an attending anesthesiologist in Atlanta, Georgia. Before that, I was an Anesthesia resident at Columbia in New York City. Before that, I spent two years as a Pediatrics resident at the Children's Hospital of New York, because I believe that children are our future (teach them well and let them lead the way)--I decided to switch fields for a number of reasons. The institution where I work now is a smaller, tertiary care community hospital, but be warned that for privacy reasons, names, places, and identifying features will be omitted or changed in my work-related stories. Now that I'm not a resident anymore, I have more time, far too much of which I squander watching re-runs of "Top Chef." I live in Atlanta with my husband Joe, our three year-old son Cal, and our canine child Cooper. Our second son Mack joined us on January 6th, 2009.
A long time ago, I used to go to Hunter College High School, an institution for nerds who think they're cool. Then I went to Wellesley College, an institution for women who think they're womyn. Those were the days.
The Underwear Drawer is an online journal that I started October 2000 because I felt like medical school had sapped every last drop of creative energy from my being, and if I didn't have enough talent or motivation to write a book or direct a play, I could at least create a lame-ass website. Ah, sweet success. Actually, I take that back about writing a book. "Scutmonkey," my non-fiction account of the of medical training process, will be published by Grand Central Publishing in early 2010. Hopefully my grandmother will buy a copy.
This site is called "The Underwear Drawer" because that's where I used to hide my journal when I was a wee mite. Sneaky, no? Unfortunately, this name also attracts a lot of porn-seeking web surfers. Hello, porn aficionados!
Still have question marks in your eyes? Check out the FAQs page for some answers. You can also e-mail me, but don't be sad if I don't e-mail back. I am very, very bad about that kind of thing. So, sorry in advance. Incidentally, I 'm also bad about writing thank-you cards.
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