1) Take better care of my teeth.
2) If I wear make-up during the day, I must wash it off before going to sleep.
And by "straightforward" I evidently mean "peepholes into my true life as a slob and possible redneck."
I forget how messy I
In an effort to make up for the fact that I
At least, no dishes dirty enough to grow things.
As soon as I got to med school and had a room of my own again, the clutter came screaming back, albeit a little reigned in because Manhattan isn't a place too conducive of hoarding, at least not on the amateur level. I certainly rivaled the pros in terms of incapacitation due to mental illness, but even though I couldn't get out of bed in the morning, by God I could still aim and throw things in the trash.
Having said all that I don't think my hygiene has ever been out of check, save for the few years in elementary school when I was the smelly kid.
It had to have been around fifth grade after we moved 3 hours away from the only home I'd known and I implemented a bathing strike to make my displeasure known. Malodorously.
But I've found that when your time is crunched, like say, if you're enduring an on-the-job equivalent of water boarding and come home after an 80hr week unable to function in society, non-essential things go by the wayside. And now that you realize teeth brushing and face washing fall into the "non-essential" realm of life, you can see what dire straits we are dealing with here.
Residency: don't let it happen to you.