Changes to be Made

A question was posed to me, “Name one thing you wish you could go back and change during your education.” One thing, out of all those years of medical school. The hours spent studying alone, hunched over a three-volume set of neurosurgical textbooks. The stress of each day during my first surgical rotation and the anxiety that came with prerounding. As an introvert (INTJ), I was torn between my need to assert my dominance over the rest of my cohort and the paralyzing social anxiety I have dealt with my entire life. It was this common occurrence that I settled on as the one thing I would change. My social anxiety. The social awkwardness and antisocial behavior that has been both helpful and harmful, but ultimately reared its ugly head during my years at university.

Throughout medical school, I was an exemplary student. I rarely missed class (save for the complete mental breakdown that occurred during my second year), turned in perfect work and spent the majority of my free time studying. Since I had so recently graduated high school, I didn’t realize that I should be using some of my free time at university to socialize and instead spent it travelling down the proverbial rabbit hole that is medical education. 

The further I tunneled, the less time I spent in the “outside world.” My friends saw me less and made frequent comments regarding my absence. As my time was limited, I started distancing myself from those around me and only saw my friends once a month. When I did spend time being social, it felt so awkward and I was filled with anxiety. I started to withdraw, spending the vast majority of my time doing solitary activities. My mornings were spent running solo, followed by studying, then class. When my classes were over, I immediately started studying again. This went on for the entirety of medical school, save for the odd trip to see family or time spent in ballet.

I began to notice changes in my behavior around year three. During a group project in medical microbiology, I suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable I was around the rest of my group. Looking around, I saw how happy the majority of my peers were while conversing with each other and yet I was miserable. I excused myself from the group (I had already finished my part of the project) and went for a long walk. The walk allowed me to collect my thoughts and return to the group where I hurriedly helped them finish their work and left.

That evening, while I was alone in my room studying, I realized that I might just do my best work alone. Having other people around was distracting and I never quite felt myself around other people. In a weird way, I felt like my body was doing what it thought was best for me, protecting me in a way.

To this day I feel awkward around other people. Though I have ultimately gotten better about how I deal with those I interact with, I still prefer to be alone. For the longest time I tried to change, to become something I’m not. I put myself out there, forcibly building relationships that were doomed from the beginning. Now that I’m older I realize that all the energy I spent trying to change myself would have been better spend focusing on making myself happy. I no longer force myself to be social if I’m not feeling up to it and I make sure that I’m comfortable in situations before I commit to anything.

It’s hard for me to admit things like this publicly. Letting anyone, even random strangers know a weakness makes me feel terribly vulnerable. Try as I might, I don’t think I will ever be truly comfortable letting others into my life and that is something I need to work on. Going forward  my hope for myself is that I can learn to let down my guard and allow a few people to get to really know me. One of these days I suppose. Until then I just have to continue to throw myself into my work and keep myself busy in other ways.

Question(s): How do you deal with social anxiety?

Time to Detox

The time has come for me to detox again. I feel like this has actually become something I really look forward to. The ritual of the detox is something I enjoy, plus I always feel amazing afterward. Work has been insanely stressful and I’m beginning to agree with the people who tell me I’m crazy for deciding to stick with neuroendocrinological surgery. Regardless, the detox always helps me focus a bit. I planned to start after the holidays and February gave me an entire month to prepare.

I have decided to mix the detox process up a bit and follow a different plan. The entire process will take 21 days, so I am planning on starting March 4. This gives me one more weekend to beginning cooking some of the food I will need for the next 21 days. My friends will probably start to notice how moody I’m becoming around March 10-12. A week or so into each detox, my body starts to rebel and I get cranky. Hopefully by preparing all of what I need in advance, I can stave off the crankiness for awhile.

Plan Basics:

– Lots of fluids: at least 64-oz a day
– Base diet: lentils, fruit, vegetables, nuts, seeds, oils and seasonings
– Glass of warm water with lemon each morning
– Prep each meal well before
– Stretching routine each morning
– Continue to run my 50+ miles a week
– Add in 30 min of yoga/pilates a day
– No fish or gluten-free grains until week two
– No eggs or non-GMO soy until week three
– 21 day food journal

I will be using Whole Living’s recipes for the duration of the detox process.

Week 1: Breakfast
Week 1: Lunch
Week 1: Dinner

Week 2: Breakfast
Week 2: Lunch
Week 2: Dinner

Week 3: Breakfast
Week 3: Lunch
Week 3: Dinner


I will keep you updated on my progress as often as I can spare some time to make a post. At the moment I am currently fighting a nasty upper respiratory infection, but this too shall pass.

Let me know what you think about this detox plan! I’m curious to see if this one is better than the last one I did. It doesn’t seem to be near as strict, so I hope it still works just as well.

2013 is Going to be a Busy Year

2013 is Going to be a Busy Year

With a little over a month to go in 2012, I thought it was time to look back on how badly I failed at my resolutions this year. Work had me stressed out for the majority of the year and I reverted back to always saying, “Yes” even when I knew I was taking on too much. 

So, without further ado let us look at my year of resolution failures…

1. Strengthen my person relationships. This I feel like I have somewhat accomplished. I saw family quite a bit this year, sadly it was mostly due to a string of tragedies. I felt like this resolution may have been a little too broad and it’s something I should be doing anyway. Going into 2013, I will definitely keep a line of communication open and try to make this a habit.

2. Write more letters, emails and thank you notes. I actually DESTROYED this resolution! Since I have started writing inmates, the flood gate of letters has opened. I have written letters to my babcia, my mother, uncles, friends in Europe and even my oldest brother. I’m carrying this goal over into 2013, but I know that I will be able to keep it up.

3. Take a real vacation with someone. This resolution was an utter failure. All of my trips (save a few to Tahoe) were solo or business related. I’m actually taking this resolution off the table, since I can tell it’s not something I’m going to be able to accomplish in the foreseeable future. 

4. Write a novel. Though I have worked on my novel, it is not even close to being completed. I am taking part in NaNoWriMo, which has forced me to write and edit a bit. Plans to actually complete the novel have been shelved, but I will continue to work on it in 2013.

5. Learn to sew. Yea, this hasn’t happened. I’m not going to roll this resolution over into 2013 either.

6. Read 20 books in 2012. In 2012 I read 35 books, so I hit this out of the ballpark. I’m changing this goal up a bit for 2013.

7. Make a blog post 2-3 times a week. This resolution was extremely difficult for me to maintain. At first I felt like I was doing a good job keeping up with posting, but as I found myself busy with work I realize that I would rather make good posts, than more posts. Quality over quantity I suppose. 

8. Run 50 miles a week. This was an easy goal. Some weeks I just missed the 50 mile goal, but I made to make up for it the following week. I’m sticking with the 50 MPW goal in 2013, as I am comfortable with it now.

9. Take more cooking courses. 2012 was a year for cooking. I attended a Thai cooking course, Chinese Dim Sum course and I took a classic French course with a friend. Since I enjoyed this resolution so much I plan to continue taking courses into 2013.

10. Complete a detox plan. I have already done a small detox (2 weeks) this year and I plan to do another after the holiday season. This is another goal that I will continue to do in 2013.

Next year is still going to be insanely busy. I know that I don’t have a lot of time to spend on a laundry list of resolutions, but I find that setting goals each year is not only helpful, it is something I look forward to.

After thinking about my current time commitments and the number of goals I think I can actively achieve in 2013, I came up with the following list:

1. Continue to write more letters. I have found that I enjoy writing letters so much, I want to continue this goal into 2013. Writing inmates has been such a positive, fulfilling experience that I know I will be able to follow through on this goal throughout the coming year. 

2. Read the following books in 2013:

The Dog Stars by Peter Heller
Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt
Every Day by David Levithan
The Hive by Charles Burns
Yes, Chef: A Memoir by Marcus Samuelsson
A Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers
Osama by Lavie Tidhar
The Signal and the Noise: Why So Many Predictions Fail-but Some Don’t by Nate Silver
Consider the Fork: A History of How We Cook and Eat by Bee Wilson
The Underwater Welder by Jeff Lemire
Seed by Ania Ahlborn
Spillover: Animal Infections and the Next Human Pandemic by David Quammen
The Diviners by Libba Bray
Railsea by China Mieville
– Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
Son by Lois Lowry
I Kill Giants by Joe Kelly
Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese
The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
– Life as we knew it by Susan Beth Pfeffer
– The Perfect Gentleman by Imran Ahmad
– Immortal Lycanthropes by Hal Johnson
– Origin by Jessica Khoury
– Book of my choice
– Book recommended to me

So, if you have a book to recommend leave it in the comments below. Make a case for the book! I’m only reading the book with the most compelling argument/interesting synopsis. As far as the “Book of my choice” I am using it as a placeholder in case a favorite author of mine publishes a book in 2013. If you have listened to any of these as an audiobook and you thought it was amazing, let me know. I want to try and listen to more audiobooks in the coming year.

3. Listen to at least 3 audiobooks. A friend of mine told me that I just had to start listening to audiobooks. I have tried to listen to a few in the past while I work, but I never end up finishing them. It’s not because they aren’t good, it’s just that I get so distracted with work I find them hard to follow.

4. Take more cooking classes. I thoroughly enjoy this goal and look forward to adding classes to my repertoire. I’m not going to set a goal of how many courses I take, just because I know my schedule is slightly prohibitive. 

5. Run 50 miles a week. This is a goal I plan to carry over every year, I may even stop adding it as a resolution. I would love to add a marathon or two into my rotation, but I can’t guarantee anything.

6. Complete a detox plan. Every year I try for two detoxes, so this may fall into the habitual resolutions category. My plan this year is to do one right before summer and the other after the holiday season.

 All of the resolutions above are ones that I have carried over from 2011-2012, but I do have a few new ones to add. In fact, I have four (4) new resolutions to add to my list for 2013. 

7. Streamline my exercise routine and add in something fun. I may run almost every day, but that can sometimes be a little monotonous. Yoga has been added to my rotation, as well as pilates and ballet (obviously). When I have the time, I go for a quick swim. This year, I think I may try playing tennis a few times a month. It was a sport I enjoyed in high school and I assume I would still enjoy it if I tried it now. Any suggestions?

8. Get involved with a charity or volunteer organization. Though I am currently on the Doctors without Borders list, I don’t feel like I am contributing enough. If anyone knows of organizations in the Los Angeles area that need volunteers, I would love to help out!

9. Learn another language. Being multilingual is amazing. It is something I continually thank my parents for pushing on me over and over. Ideally I would like to learn Spanish, but I am also open to other languages. This isn’t something I’m going to be able to complete in a single year, but it is definitely something I can start.

10. I’m going to try something different this year and let the masses decided what my final resolution will be. What kind of challenge would you like to set for me? You can email me or leave a comment. If I don’t have any options by the end of the year, I will have to set my own. I hope that I get some feedback on this, as I would like to make this a yearly resolution!

What do you think? Decent goals for 2013?



A Wild Update Appears

I haven’t posted in a long time and I thought I might give any readers I still have an update.


I applied at a different hospital system and was offered a position. Nothing will be final until July, but I will be traveling back and forth between both hospitals for a bit. I look at this as an exciting new adventure, one where I am still unsure what exactly will happen. As both hospitals are in California, it’s not going to be a cross-country flight. I am still looking for opportunities on the East coast, but they appear to be few and far between. 


My cousin had her baby, Adela Ksenia October 3. She’s adorable and I love her so much, even if she did poop on me. She has been crying quite a bit, but hopefully that will subside in the next few weeks. The house has definitely changed with a baby around. I was a bit sick (an understatement) over the weekend and was quarantined to my room for fear I would make Adela sick as well. As soon as I’m better, I plan on playing with her again. It makes me a little baby crazy, but since I know that isn’t going to happen, I have relegated myself to being the best cousin/aunt replacement I can be! 


I have been a bit scattered lately. Work has stretched me thin and with the baby I have added a new set of responsibilities to my already hectic life. My personal relationships are always strained, but they have become even more so these last few months. I very much miss the handful of people I haven’t had time for and hope they know that I still care about them a great deal. My life is hard on friendships, which is why I do cherish the few close friends I have. 

A friend of mine recently asked me if I had ever considered corresponding with someone who is incarcerated. I told her that, honestly, it had never even crossed my mind. This particular friend is a counselor to inmates predominantly on the East coast, but she has also worked with people all over the country. She explained to me that these people often feel forgotten about and just need something positive in their life. After knowing me for so many years, she thought that I would be a good person to ask. So, after thinking about it for a few days, I agreed to do it. I have set up a P.O. box (which made me feel oddly adult) and have written five letters to several inmates around the US. It will be an interesting experience I’m sure and I will keep everyone posted regarding any responses I receive. 


A Long Standing Love Affair

It really began when I was young. I loved to run. I ran like a wild child in the fields near our home in Poland. When we were in the city I dashed up and down the busy streets of Łódź, much to the chagrin of my terrified mother. Even when I was in the house, I would run from room to as my mother would yell, “Zachowywać się jak panienka!” It seemed like I was a born runner and it was a trait I continued to hone as I grew up.

After I moved to the States, I began to actively run. Not only for my physical health, but my mental health as well. My run was the one time during the day that I was able to collect my thoughts, plan the rest of my day and be a little more introspective. As my feet hit the pavement, a jolt of excitement would course through me. On certain days, I felt like I could run forever. When I knew my run was coming to an end, I actually felt a little tinge of sadness. I enjoyed the ache, the adrenaline and the mental acuity so much, it made it difficult stop running. As soon as I finished, I felt refreshed and alive.

It wasn’t until high school that I really became obsessed with running. My freshman year, I joined the track and cross-country teams. I formed an immediate bond with my cross-country coach, since he was the only other person I had ever met who loved running as much as I did. As soon as class was over, I was the first one in the locker room. Long after we had packed up our equipment, I was still hanging around discussing my run with our coach. Cross country running was heaven for me. Every day, I looked forward to practice. The courses kept me in phenomenal shape and my self-confidence, which had been sorely lacking due to my recent move from Europe, grew in leaps and bounds. Being on the team allowed me to make friends who shared similar interests and I began to date one of my fellow teammates, which gained me even more access to the different groups in high school.

When I graduated from high school, I was too involved with my studies to take part in university athletics. Though it made me sad to see that chapter of my life come to a close, I realized that I could continue to run when I had downtime. Mornings were the best time for me to run and I would record my notes to listen to while I dodged downtown traffic. No matter the weather, my schedule or my physical status, I would try to fit a run into my day. After each run, while I was coming down from my “runners high,” I would feel so sexy! Even if I looked at myself in a mirror and saw that I was visibly flushed, sweaty and my hair was in shambles. It never ceased to amaze me how wonderful each run made me feel.

Though I have gotten older (not THAT much older mind you), I still try to run everyday. I keep track of my runs via Map My Run and aim for 50 miles a week. If I am not able to meet my 50 mile goal, I try to run further the following week to make up for it. I have a few favourite runs, particularly my 7.50 mile Strand run, which takes me along the beach. I run that route quite often and try to get others to go along so they can see how much fun it is. I don’t have very many running partners though!
One of the things I love about being able to track my runs is the statistical aspect of it. Breaking down my performance into pretty, logical numbers makes my heart skip a beat. To show you what I mean, here is a sexy breakdown of 2012 so far…


So far this year I have run 1,923.4 miles. Which means that, if I was an enterprising lass, I could have run from Los Angeles, CA to Kansas City, MO to see family. If the weather in California held up, I could even enjoy the gorgeous scenery of my current state and run the length of the coast and back.

Based on the 244 hrs, 19 min and 52 secs I have now run, I could have flown around the world almost 5.5 times (if I didn’t have to refuel and based on the 550 mph avg of a commercial jet). I could have also completed a little over 80 transsphenoidal procedures for pituitary adenomas, barring complications.

The number of calories I have burned, would allow me to eat 53 plates of the #1 Worst Food in America or 276 servings of Haagen Dazs Creme Brulee Ice Cream (my favourite).

I wish I would have always tracked my runs. I can only imagine the amount of time I have spent running up to this point. I haven’t always averaged 50 miles per week, so I don’t have a consistent number to base anything on. This coming year, I plan to up my weekly goal to 60 or even try to make my monthly goal higher.

Question: What about my fellow runners, do you have any stories to tell? How far do you average a week? month? year?


Throughout medical school, I felt that I had to work harder than my male counterparts. I was constantly trying to prove myself in a field dominated by men and that often meant sacrificing my personal life to stay ahead. It was difficult and I always felt like an outsider, constantly trying to earn the respect of the cool kids. In the end, my struggling only served to sweeten my #2 class rank and my graduating with honors. I felt that I had earned my place among the men and overcome the hurdle of sexism.

After I graduated, I once again dealt with discrimination. Though this time it wasn’t just because of my gender. My clinicals came and went without much incident, as I could tell the physicians I shadowed felt I was more an annoyance than anything else. The first time I really felt a tinge of discrimination was during my internship, when I was constantly called “girl” or “young’in.” I tried to brush the comments and nicknames off, but after earning the right to work alongside these physicians I wanted to demand respect. I didn’t, though. I just took the abuse and kept my head down.

Then came my residency. On a daily basis, I was subjected to verbal abuse at the hands of my attending, who held no respect for me. I was the lowest of the low to him, a young resident and a woman. This was by far the worst discrimination I had ever encountered. I was miserable throughout most of my residency (which, as a neurosurgical resident, was a long time) and it took its toll on me. I became more withdrawn, abrasive and I was constantly stressed out. The day my neurosurgical residency ended was one of the happiest days of my life. I assumed that the discrimination was over. I had made it so far. Medical school, clinicals, internship, residency. Now I would have the respect of my colleagues, or so I thought.

So he’s a dentist, but you get the picture.

A few weeks ago I scheduled some time off. I like to try to take a few days off each month to reorganize myself and try to focus on a few projects. The time was initially approved, consults were moved around and I was looking at plane tickets. Today, I just happened to look at my schedule for the weekend of the 25th and noticed that I was scheduled to work all the days I had requested off. I was fairly upset, but assumed it was just an error in scheduling. I went to talk to the woman in charge of setting appointments and creating our basic schedules.

The conversation that we had, blew me away…

Me: “I noticed that I was scheduled for days I originally had off. I have the documentation that shows I won’t be here.”

Scheduler: “Another surgeon with family issues asked for the same time off. So he is prioritized ahead of you.”

Me: “I don’t understand. When did he ask off? Those days were originally fine.”

Scheduler: “He asked off yesterday, but he is taking time off for family…”

Me: “Why does taking time off for family make his time more valuable than mine?”

Scheduler: “You’re single, you don’t have family to worry about and so he is prioritized above you. When you aren’t married or don’t have children, you are kind of at the bottom of the totem pole.”

At this point, I didn’t know what to say. I just turned around, walked back to my office and slammed the door. I felt like this was some sort of new discrimination. At what point did my being single become something to be discriminated against? In the U.S., family systems have seen such incredibly vast changes that I was appalled her thinking was still so backward. If I was married with children, my needs would be “prioritized” over the needs of my single colleagues. This isn’t fair, nor is it right. Only 51 percent of Americans are married and even though that means I am in the minority, it doesn’t mean that my time is any less valuable than the married couple next door. I looked up a few articles on “Singlism,” and while some of the issues are just down right silly, a few are well-presented observations about singles discrimination.

They look thrilled to be in the majority!


Is this sort of discriminatory behavior something most people ignore, or do the majority of people not even realize this goes on? I feel like I have worked hard for what I have. Taking time off is a way for me to enjoy what I have earned, meet new people and strengthen my relationships. How am I suppose to move to the majority, if I never have time to actually have a real relationship?


I’m really not sure where to go from here. I have put in a second request for the same time off and I drafted an email to possibly be sent at a later date. Even though I don’t feel like I have any ground to stand on at work, I am obviously taken aback by the level of thinking that is going on at such a progressive facility.

Questions: Have you ever been discriminated against because you are single? How did you handle it?



It’s Halfway-ish!

It’s halfway through the year and you want to check on how I’ve done with my 2012 goals?!

Oh, ok. Yea, we can do that…

I mean, I have been very busy, extremely busy even.

Am I stalling? Me? What makes you think that

I’m right on track to completing my goals! I really am. I promise.

I’ve been strengthening my personal relationships. I talk to my mother at least once a day and I have emailed my father a few times since the beginning of the year. As far as my relationship with my friends, I still struggle with that. I’ve always been loner and medical school did nothing to improve upon that. I prefer my alone time and I think that my quirkiness can sometimes overwhelm others.

As far as writing more letters, emails and thank you notes I have done that! I write letters to my babcia once a week, purchased lots of awesome thank you notes from Papersource and I have even tried to send emails to family members on a fairly regular basis. I need to do better though. I would be happy to send more emails, but my friends just text me. So it’s their fault!

Plans to take a real vacation with someone haven’t panned out yet. It’s only half way though the year though! I have been to Tahoe, NYC, Toronto and Missouri. Sadly they were mostly business trips, though a few were to see family.

My novel has been shelved. I have yet to find the time to write, nor have I felt particularly inspired. So that goal is…not happening.

I’ll just say it, I have yet to learn to sew. Moving along.

The reading goal I set for myself is working out nicely. So far this year I have read:

The Legacy of Eden by Nelle Davy
By Light Alone by Adam Roberts
Talulla Rising by Glen Duncan
Behind the Beautiful Forever by Katherine Boo
Insurgent by Veronica Roth
India Becoming by Akash Kapur
Narcopolis by Jeet Thayil
The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer

With a little over half the year behind me, I am on the right track to hit 20 books by the end of the year.

When it comes to making a blog post 2-3 times a week, I have fallen way behind. This year as been incredibly busy and there have been a lot of stressful situations. I haven’t really felt inspired to blog, but I will try to do better.

One of the goals I decided to carry over from 2011 was to take more cooking courses. I have signed up for a few through the South Bay School of Cooking, and plan to attend a Thai class, Chinese Dim Sum course and Spanish class which centers around making paella.

Running fifty (50) miles a week has been an easy goal for me to keep and I think I will up my distance to 60 in 2013. I still want to squeeze in at least one (1) marathon by the end of the year!

As far as completing a detox plan, I have done a small one over the course of two weeks. I would like to try to complete a longer one during the winter, possibly in between Thanksgiving and the new year.

Beautiful Venice

Venice, CA that is. Lunch at Venice Whaler the other day, delicious!

Wide Range of Emotions

Just a quick update:

I really went through the entire emotional spectrum last week. I interviewed at a hospital in Boston (anxious, nervous), was offered the job (elation), began looking for a place near the city (stressful), and then was told they couldn’t afford to pay me even half what I was making now (depression).

So now I am left in California, and even though I have a great life here, I feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me. The reason I wanted to move to Boston was to be closer to my friends and family. Growing up on the East Coast, the majority of my good friends still live in NYC/NJ/Boston/CT. I don’t have many friends in California and with my schedule it has been difficult to find the time to cultivate friendships.

I have this weekend off, so I am considering taking my emotions out on a few tarts and cheesecakes. Any suggestions?

Rolling Double’s

Every weekend I try to figure out what I’m going to do with my free time. Normally I end up in a comfortable chair, sipping a glass of tea and reading a book. So exciting I know. Every once in a great while, I may go out. This is rare, as I tend to prefer to stay at home. I may be a tad antisocial, but who isn’t?

A few weekends ago, while I was visiting family in Missouri, an older cousin called and asked if I would be interested in participating in a role-playing game. Now, I use to love to role-play using created characters in the DC Universe, but I hadn’t done it in a while and was feeling a little apprehensive. After some extra prodding I relented and he sent me a list of HeroClix that he had. He planned on DMing the game and I could choose whatever character from the list I wanted.

The night of the game, I packed up a bag of fresh-baked goodies and we headed for my aunts. The table was filled with character sheets, dice and HeroClix just waiting to be played with. We sat around and talked about our chosen characters for a while, ate and then got down to business.

She uses throwing “diamonds” as her main weapon.

Let me tell you, it was a blast. I had forgotten how much fun it is to role-play! Especially when you get to be an awesome superhero! Sadly we played with Marvel instead of DC HeroClix, but I held my Marvel hating tongue.

How many can you name??

I chose Diamondback as my totally amazing character. I knew relatively nothing about the character going in, so I read her bio on Comicvine. She dated Captain America for a while, so I was happy picturing Chris Evans on my arm for an evening.

She wasn’t actually KO’d

The night went well, we played for several hours and I was sad when it was over. We tried to make plans to play again while I was still in Missouri, but his wife came back from Scotland (and she’s no fun) so it wasn’t possible.

I would highly suggest trying out role-playing if you never have. I have recently been playing Magic the Gathering again and I forgot how much fun table top gaming can be!

You really don’t want to mess with these two!

Question(s): Do you role-play? How do you get others involved?