I am now officially an unemployed doctor.
I blame everything on the Bush administration, if anyone asks.
Thank you for all of your kind words and support.
My defense went well, I think. It is all a blur. My family and my husband's family came (our defenses are open to the public). They took up 3 rows in the auditorium--it was cute to see them all sitting down there nodding. I put a few jokes into my slides just for them, but they were so afraid to do or say anything that they were the only ones not laughing.
My committee members were not so bad. They ended up fighting a lot amongst themselves. One member was particularly difficult, but he was smiling so I knew he was doing it on purpose, and it thus didn't bother me. They picked me apart as though my thesis was horrible, and then passed me with distinction when they were done. It's all a game, and I appreciate a good roast, so no harm no foul.
I have a few corrections to make, but nothing major. They want me to prepare an additional manuscript now after seeing all of the data, but that's fine with me. I have time to do these sorts of things as I have no real job to go to.
My husband was wonderful in getting my family where they needed to be. He threw me a really nice backyard party, and it was good to celebrate something for a change. He also revealed that he's taking me to Belize for a vacation. We haven't been on a vacation since our honeymoon 6 years ago, other than quick weekend trips to the beach here, which really isn't a "beach" in my opinion. I can not wait. I'm going to see Mayan ruins and fish off the coast and snorkel. I can not wait. I have said it a million times, but I'll say it again: my husband is the most amazing person on earth. I must keep drugging his drinks so that he does not catch on and run away.
Everyone keeps asking me how I feel now that it's over. I guess I'm feeling a little lost right now. I am no longer a student, but I'm not faculty. I'm not even a post doc. I'm just me, sitting here drinking vitamin water and blogging, staring at my retired neighbors out the window. I haven't been me for so long that it's just a bit overwhelming. I keep feeling like I'm going to cry, and then I start giggling madly. I stare at my bookcases filled with papers and text books and wonder what I should do with them. Do any of you need some fluff to read? Perhaps a little "DNA Repair and Mutagenesis" or "Neuropsychiatry and Behavioral Neuroscience"?
Now I'm giggling again.