Well, we had a great time last night. Even if things didn't turn out the way we had planned. (Do they ever?)
Last night was The Scottish Invasion in Arlington. It's not anything terribly official--somebody just sets up the time and the place, then sends word around to the various Scots groups in town to come eat, drink, and be merry (which usually involves more drinking, live music, and dancing). This year, the people who planned it thought they would have ~70 or 80 people show up, so they reserved an entire (rather small) restaurant to house the party. Well, DH and I got there at 7pm on the dot (the scheduled start time) and the building was already PACKED. Not a seat to be had. The restaurant was completely overwhelmed. So much for eating and drinking. And the place's poor air conditioner was also completely overwhelmed. So DH and I stood around talking to some of the Scots we know (we're dancers, so we were mostly hanging around waiting for more dancers to show up). Eventually, some dancing buddies did show up. By that time, DH and I had been in the restaurant for roughly two hours with no service, and we had actually figured out that we were never going to get service. And we had decided we weren't to wild about the food offerings anyway (Scots gathering in a Czech restaurant?.....If you say so), so we all loaded up (including the 3-month-old twins:one boy and one girl) and went for dinner at On The Border. It is always so much fun to be in a tartan'd group out in public! And we were all tartan'd (including the 3-month-old twins: one boy and one girl). I hadn't gotten to see the babies yet 'cause we don't live in DFW anymore, so I especially enjoyed getting to cuddle them.
After we left the restaurant (about 11:30 pm), I noticed a new voicemail message: my mom had called and said, "Call us before you leave town." They were visiting DFW for their anniversary and had gone to a Rangers game. So we called them back and ended up meeting them at Steak-N-Shake for milkshakes. That should tell you something about my family of origin: It is not at all unusual for DH and I to go meet my parents at an all-night diner >100 miles away from either of our houses, at Midnight. And yes, we did drive home to Waco after we left there at 12:30am. After the week that I've had, my body didn't find it too strange to be getting to bed at 2:30 am. In fact, I'm apparently so used to it that I woke up at 6:30 this morning and had to force myself to stay in bed. :-) Amazing what you can get used to when you don't have a choice.
Then, this afternoon, you might expect me to take a nap. That's certainly what DH is doing. Instead, I'm posting here for the first time in a month (finally had something I needed to say) and knitting frantically. I have a couple of projects from the distributor I knit for here, and they would like them back by August 1st. Sometimes I wish I could knit faster. (And if you'd ever seen me knit, you'd know that I'm not exactly the slowest kid in the class.)
Ah, well. Back to the grindstone. Or mohair and rosewood, as the case may be.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
In case you thought all MDs were nice people....
Today was a rough day. Partly because it started last night at 5:30. I'm the "Night Float" for my team this week, which means that I am responsible for covering the service and all new admissions between 5:30 pm and Morning Report, which is at 7:30 am. Sounds great--just like shift work. Only they don't want you to get adjusted to being up at night and sleeping during the day--that would make you just too alert at 3am. So what do they do? Make you have clinic from 8:30 am to 5:30 pm on Monday. Just to make sure you start out the week already behind on sleep. Then, to complete the picture, you have clinic again on Friday from 8:30 am to whenever you get done (roughly 1pm) after having been up all night Thursday night. So that's where we are: I've been up all night Thursday night, and I've FINALLY finished my Friday morning post-call clinic. Thought I was never going to get done. Ah, well. It's done now.
I'm still trying to process my Thursday night. Our service is pretty busy (we have roughly a third of the inhabitants of this county are patients of our clinic, so when any of those people need to be hospitalized, we take care of them), but we also (like every other doc with hospital priveledges) have County Call. This is where you are the person assigned for the day to take care of anybody who shows up to the hospital without a doctor. So Thursday night was our turn to be on County Call. Not that it makes a whole lot of difference to my service--our patients are the ones who can't pay for anything anyway--except that there tends to be more admissions than usual when you're on county call, and they tend to be sicker than usual.
So about my Thursday night: about 10:30 pm I was in the ER trying to admit my second patient of the night. The third, fourth, and fifth were all also in the ER just waiting on me to get around to them. Well, actually, Admit Number Two wasn't so bad, just a guy with an infection in the skin of his back that needed to come in for strong antibiotics. It was Admit Number Three that gave me the real problems. She was a lady who also had a bad infection. But based on her labs and Xrays, she looked like she had a REAL BAD infection. Like needs to go to surgery to have the infection cut out or she's not going to make it until morning. So...just like there is a County Call service for general admissions, there is also a County Call for consultants: surgery, cardiology, etc, etc. So I have to call the County Call Surgeon. The ER secretary tells me which local Surgeon it is (one that is known for being mean to residents), and pages him for me. By this time it is close to 11pm if not a little after. And sure enough, when he calls back and I present the case to him, the first words out of his mouth are "Why are you calling me?" So I proceeded to present the case again, leaving out everything but the scary stuff that in doctorese is supposed to mean "she needs surgery tonight; get up here and do it." Unfortunately, the infection in question was on a part of her body other than her belly. So Mean Surgeon says, "Call the orthopedist; I don't want to do it."
So what can I do? I call Orthopod. Who asks "Are her bones involved in the infection?" "No sir, from what we can see on the Xrays, her bones are not involved." "Then I don't know what I'm going to be able to add. This seems to be a General Surgery case." (Yes, sir, I thought so too. That's why I called County Call General Surgeon to start with. He made me call you)
So now what do I do? Well, I am a Resident. Which means I am not lisenced to practice on my own. Which means I have an Attending--a teaching faculty who oversees my practice and is there if I get in a jam and need help. This sure feels like a jam, and I need help. So I call the attending. He's supposed to step in and call Surgeon and talk to him. Instead, I tell Attending what's going on, and he says "Well, I guess you're just going to have to call Surgeon back and tell him Orthopod wouldn't take the case." (Wrong answer, Attending!!!!!)
Well, now I'm upset. It's 11:30 at night, I'm tired, I've got three other patients waiting on me to admit them to the hospital, and nobody will take my sick lady to the OR 'cause she can't pay them!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, calm down. Secretary, can you please page Surgeon for me again? After I get him back on the line and tell him that Orthopod won't take the case, Surgeon proceeds to "bless" me with a 10-minute diatribe on how he doesn't like taking care of "your patients" (because in his mind all of my patients don't have insurance and won't pay him--despite the fact that ~75% of my patients have medicare or medicaid or something to help them pay their medical bills). Anyway, when it comes right down to it, he'll come see the patient in the ER, but only if I also get Infectious Disease up out of bed to come see the patient with him so that ID can tell him whether or not the body part in question needs to come off tonight, or if it can just be opened up and washed out. At this point, I'm very upset, but I don't see that I have a choice. Secretary, can you please page County Call ID for me?
Fortunately for me, not all consultants have Surgeon's attitude. ID calls back; I explain the case and the predicament I'm now in because of Surgeon; I tell him that Surgeon will come look at the patient, but only under the condition that he, ID, also come look at her. His response? "So I'm at Surgeon's beck and call?" "I'm so sorry, sir." "I'll be there in about 30 seconds." "Thank you, sir."
Well, they all finally came traipsing into the ER. And my patient did go to the OR. And she did not lose any body parts. And God bless his soul, ID stood there teaching me for 1/2 hour after he had seen the patient and while he was writing his Consult Note. He helped me pick the right antibiotics, he taught me about the infection that she had, and the one she didn't have but I was afraid she did. His parting words to me showed he understood my plight: "The take-home point of this case is this: When you get out in the real world and have your own practice, you will be able to choose which surgeons you call."
God bless that man.
I'm still trying to process my Thursday night. Our service is pretty busy (we have roughly a third of the inhabitants of this county are patients of our clinic, so when any of those people need to be hospitalized, we take care of them), but we also (like every other doc with hospital priveledges) have County Call. This is where you are the person assigned for the day to take care of anybody who shows up to the hospital without a doctor. So Thursday night was our turn to be on County Call. Not that it makes a whole lot of difference to my service--our patients are the ones who can't pay for anything anyway--except that there tends to be more admissions than usual when you're on county call, and they tend to be sicker than usual.
So about my Thursday night: about 10:30 pm I was in the ER trying to admit my second patient of the night. The third, fourth, and fifth were all also in the ER just waiting on me to get around to them. Well, actually, Admit Number Two wasn't so bad, just a guy with an infection in the skin of his back that needed to come in for strong antibiotics. It was Admit Number Three that gave me the real problems. She was a lady who also had a bad infection. But based on her labs and Xrays, she looked like she had a REAL BAD infection. Like needs to go to surgery to have the infection cut out or she's not going to make it until morning. So...just like there is a County Call service for general admissions, there is also a County Call for consultants: surgery, cardiology, etc, etc. So I have to call the County Call Surgeon. The ER secretary tells me which local Surgeon it is (one that is known for being mean to residents), and pages him for me. By this time it is close to 11pm if not a little after. And sure enough, when he calls back and I present the case to him, the first words out of his mouth are "Why are you calling me?" So I proceeded to present the case again, leaving out everything but the scary stuff that in doctorese is supposed to mean "she needs surgery tonight; get up here and do it." Unfortunately, the infection in question was on a part of her body other than her belly. So Mean Surgeon says, "Call the orthopedist; I don't want to do it."
So what can I do? I call Orthopod. Who asks "Are her bones involved in the infection?" "No sir, from what we can see on the Xrays, her bones are not involved." "Then I don't know what I'm going to be able to add. This seems to be a General Surgery case." (Yes, sir, I thought so too. That's why I called County Call General Surgeon to start with. He made me call you)
So now what do I do? Well, I am a Resident. Which means I am not lisenced to practice on my own. Which means I have an Attending--a teaching faculty who oversees my practice and is there if I get in a jam and need help. This sure feels like a jam, and I need help. So I call the attending. He's supposed to step in and call Surgeon and talk to him. Instead, I tell Attending what's going on, and he says "Well, I guess you're just going to have to call Surgeon back and tell him Orthopod wouldn't take the case." (Wrong answer, Attending!!!!!)
Well, now I'm upset. It's 11:30 at night, I'm tired, I've got three other patients waiting on me to admit them to the hospital, and nobody will take my sick lady to the OR 'cause she can't pay them!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, calm down. Secretary, can you please page Surgeon for me again? After I get him back on the line and tell him that Orthopod won't take the case, Surgeon proceeds to "bless" me with a 10-minute diatribe on how he doesn't like taking care of "your patients" (because in his mind all of my patients don't have insurance and won't pay him--despite the fact that ~75% of my patients have medicare or medicaid or something to help them pay their medical bills). Anyway, when it comes right down to it, he'll come see the patient in the ER, but only if I also get Infectious Disease up out of bed to come see the patient with him so that ID can tell him whether or not the body part in question needs to come off tonight, or if it can just be opened up and washed out. At this point, I'm very upset, but I don't see that I have a choice. Secretary, can you please page County Call ID for me?
Fortunately for me, not all consultants have Surgeon's attitude. ID calls back; I explain the case and the predicament I'm now in because of Surgeon; I tell him that Surgeon will come look at the patient, but only under the condition that he, ID, also come look at her. His response? "So I'm at Surgeon's beck and call?" "I'm so sorry, sir." "I'll be there in about 30 seconds." "Thank you, sir."
Well, they all finally came traipsing into the ER. And my patient did go to the OR. And she did not lose any body parts. And God bless his soul, ID stood there teaching me for 1/2 hour after he had seen the patient and while he was writing his Consult Note. He helped me pick the right antibiotics, he taught me about the infection that she had, and the one she didn't have but I was afraid she did. His parting words to me showed he understood my plight: "The take-home point of this case is this: When you get out in the real world and have your own practice, you will be able to choose which surgeons you call."
God bless that man.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Rules of the blog
Note to self: if you want to find someplace safe to vent, don't do it anywhere that anybody can read.
Venting was my original intent of starting a blog, but I went and told some very important people what the address was. So much for my harmless venting space. Back to my good old pen-and-paper journal for that, I suppose.
Sometimes venting is just to vent. In fact, that's usually the way it is with me. Get it all spilled out onto paper or blog or friend's ear and it's over and done with. Ready to move on in life.
When I first started a blog, I intended it to be a place I could say anything I needed/wanted to say. As such, I have never put anything here with idea in mind that someone would read it. (Although I must admit that this post is in response to a face-to-face reaction I got from a very important person to a previous post.)
Still on vacation for one more day.
Venting was my original intent of starting a blog, but I went and told some very important people what the address was. So much for my harmless venting space. Back to my good old pen-and-paper journal for that, I suppose.
Sometimes venting is just to vent. In fact, that's usually the way it is with me. Get it all spilled out onto paper or blog or friend's ear and it's over and done with. Ready to move on in life.
When I first started a blog, I intended it to be a place I could say anything I needed/wanted to say. As such, I have never put anything here with idea in mind that someone would read it. (Although I must admit that this post is in response to a face-to-face reaction I got from a very important person to a previous post.)
Still on vacation for one more day.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Arriving in Colorado
Today's the first day of my vacation. Started out the day at 0625. Behold the power of not having to be anyplace. Ah, well.
Got the packing all finished, then headed out to DFW. Stopped for a few hours at my LYS (which, unfortunately, is now 2 hours from my house) to say "hi" to the girls there. I did buy a pair of needles (Brittany rosewood--beautiful) and dh bought another skein of green sock yarn for the monster-socks-to-be. I'll keep you informed on those if they ever materialize (who says boys don't have stash?!)
After we'd said hello and goodby to MaryJane and all my other buddies there (and helped a random customer pick up the gusset for her sock), we dropped our car off at a friend's house and headed for the airport. I hate the DFW airport, but at least we didn't have to leave our car there this time.
Flight was relatively uneventful until we started descending into Denver, then things got a bit hairy. Thankfully, we survived anyway. And all three pieces of our checked baggage also made it safe and sound. :-)
My wonderful little brother (well, at 6'4" or 5", he's not so little anymore) picked us up from the airport, and even let us have the use of his car for the week. It's a Subaru, which is good, because Subaru is apparently the officially sanctioned car of Colorado. The only wrinkle in this plan is that his car is a standard, and it's been like 18 months since I drove a standard. So what's a smart way to get used to driving a standard again? Why, driving in the mountains, of course! :->
While I drove from Denver to Breckenridge, dh took pictures:
(I would like to put a picture here, but dh's computer and the internet are not playing nice. Windows may not, in fact, be all bad--on my PC I can get the pictures to upload--no dice on this whatever this thing is running!!!!!!!)
On arriving to our condo, we found something I did not expect:
(insert picture of snow here) Looks like it will just have to wait for a week until I get home and upload it from my computer.
Yes, this is snow. Piled up in a pile directly under our front porch. Welcome to Colorado.
Got the packing all finished, then headed out to DFW. Stopped for a few hours at my LYS (which, unfortunately, is now 2 hours from my house) to say "hi" to the girls there. I did buy a pair of needles (Brittany rosewood--beautiful) and dh bought another skein of green sock yarn for the monster-socks-to-be. I'll keep you informed on those if they ever materialize (who says boys don't have stash?!)
After we'd said hello and goodby to MaryJane and all my other buddies there (and helped a random customer pick up the gusset for her sock), we dropped our car off at a friend's house and headed for the airport. I hate the DFW airport, but at least we didn't have to leave our car there this time.
Flight was relatively uneventful until we started descending into Denver, then things got a bit hairy. Thankfully, we survived anyway. And all three pieces of our checked baggage also made it safe and sound. :-)
My wonderful little brother (well, at 6'4" or 5", he's not so little anymore) picked us up from the airport, and even let us have the use of his car for the week. It's a Subaru, which is good, because Subaru is apparently the officially sanctioned car of Colorado. The only wrinkle in this plan is that his car is a standard, and it's been like 18 months since I drove a standard. So what's a smart way to get used to driving a standard again? Why, driving in the mountains, of course! :->
While I drove from Denver to Breckenridge, dh took pictures:
(I would like to put a picture here, but dh's computer and the internet are not playing nice. Windows may not, in fact, be all bad--on my PC I can get the pictures to upload--no dice on this whatever this thing is running!!!!!!!)
On arriving to our condo, we found something I did not expect:
(insert picture of snow here) Looks like it will just have to wait for a week until I get home and upload it from my computer.
Yes, this is snow. Piled up in a pile directly under our front porch. Welcome to Colorado.
Friday, June 02, 2006
I'm on VACATION!
Well, it's finally here. I did, in fact, make it through one more day of clinic before my vacation. This afternoon when I hid my inbox and printed a sign ("I'm on VACATION! Important stuff to Dr. JS") to hang in its place, that was the most freeing feeling I believe I've ever had. Well, maybe not EVER, but certainly in a long long time.
And then when dh says to me, why don't we just buy all that stuff (meaning shampoo, conditioner, sunblock) at Wal-Mart when we get there--that was a close second in terms of being freeing. Less stuff to pack, more room for yarn!
Except on the plane. I know I'm supposed to be able to take a work-in-progress on the plane with me, but I'm still wary. And since I got new stuff from the company I knit for today, I'm especially wary about taking somebody else's stuff on the plane. Besides, it's more of that teeny tiny mohair, and I won't knit that on circulars (not that I haven't tried, mind you). And the plane people, I'm sure, frown on 13" long pointy wooden bits, no matter how much beautiful mohair is wrapped around them. And my other project is a sock. That's a little iffier. Might be ok, might not. I'm not going to push it. Both of my new projects from The Company (TC), along with my current pair-o-socks in progress (color number=famous year in U.S. history) and a new ball-o-socks (as current pair is currently in the toe decreases for the second sock) will be going into the second checked bag. (which, you will remember, no longer has to be burdened with excess amounts of toiletries.
Only problem with my grand plan of running away for the week and not looking back is that I forgot to refill my Nexium this week. Which means that I only have enough tummy medicine to last me until Tuesday. That is plain unacceptable. Vacation without Nexium is no vacation at all. (OK, doesn't have to be Nexium, but vacation without PPI is bad news bears. I don't really care which brand) Now that I mention it, I may just get me some Prilosec at our anticipated Wally World adventure and just skip going back to work tomorrow altogether. Oh, that's a much better idea. :-)
And then when dh says to me, why don't we just buy all that stuff (meaning shampoo, conditioner, sunblock) at Wal-Mart when we get there--that was a close second in terms of being freeing. Less stuff to pack, more room for yarn!
Except on the plane. I know I'm supposed to be able to take a work-in-progress on the plane with me, but I'm still wary. And since I got new stuff from the company I knit for today, I'm especially wary about taking somebody else's stuff on the plane. Besides, it's more of that teeny tiny mohair, and I won't knit that on circulars (not that I haven't tried, mind you). And the plane people, I'm sure, frown on 13" long pointy wooden bits, no matter how much beautiful mohair is wrapped around them. And my other project is a sock. That's a little iffier. Might be ok, might not. I'm not going to push it. Both of my new projects from The Company (TC), along with my current pair-o-socks in progress (color number=famous year in U.S. history) and a new ball-o-socks (as current pair is currently in the toe decreases for the second sock) will be going into the second checked bag. (which, you will remember, no longer has to be burdened with excess amounts of toiletries.
Only problem with my grand plan of running away for the week and not looking back is that I forgot to refill my Nexium this week. Which means that I only have enough tummy medicine to last me until Tuesday. That is plain unacceptable. Vacation without Nexium is no vacation at all. (OK, doesn't have to be Nexium, but vacation without PPI is bad news bears. I don't really care which brand) Now that I mention it, I may just get me some Prilosec at our anticipated Wally World adventure and just skip going back to work tomorrow altogether. Oh, that's a much better idea. :-)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
New month, old month
Well, today's the first of June.
Which means a new month. And a new rotation at work. Today I started in the OPC. (Stands for OutPatient Clinic....but all clinics are outpatient clinics, so.....I know, doesn't make much sense) Anyway, point is, I'm not on a hospital service this month. Which means I go to work at 8:30 am and get home about 6pm. So far, sounds wonderful.
So why was today so horrible? Last month is still kicking me, I'm afraid. Tuesday (5/30) I was on call, so I didn't get any sleep. Then just as I was planning on going home Wednesday morning, one of my continuity OB patients showed up in labor. So I stayed to deliver her. Which meant I didn't leave the hospital until 1pm (I know, I know, that's over my 30-hours-at-the-time limit, but the last almost an hour of that time was just eating lunch, so it doesn't count, right? Well, by that time, I was too bushed to drive all the way home, so I stopped at PD's house. It's wonderful to know I am always welcome there, and there is always coffee waiting to be made just for me. And her daughters (9 and 2) are always such a blessing to my spirit when I'm there. So I stopped for a while and had some coffee, worked on stitching up the sweater I made for the company I knit for, and took a brief nap.
Then I came home and had to finish that sweater 'cause they wanted it back by 1 June. My plan was to finish it and get it to the FedEx place last night, but I didn't finish it until ~6pm. I found out later that the FedEx place closes at 7pm so I could have made it, but I didn't know that at the time. By the time I finished, Carl was home and hungry, so we went and ate at DQ before going to church. I finally made it back to my bed at about 9pm last night after nearly 40 hours away from it. That's a long time to be without significant sleep. And 9 hours sleep is not nearly enough to make up for that lack.
So today I was going to work at a little after 8 when my pager went off with a clinic number. What went through my head? "Clinic doesn't start until 8:30!! Lay off, already!!!" (One starts to think evil thoughts every time that horrid BEEPBEEPBEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP interrupts one's train of thought) Turns out it was one of the faculty secretaries reminding me of Derm(atology) clinic today. Horrible. Why, you ask? Well, it's not that I don't like derm. In fact, it's one of my favorite specialties. Where else can you breeze in, spend 3 seconds, if that, looking at a patient, and say "I know what you've got. Here, put this steroid (or antifungal) cream on it every day and you'll be all better." So I like derm. What I don't like is that derm clinic is from 11:30-2. So the dermatologist in town who volunteers to come over and be the attending for derm clinic can come on his lunch break. It's bad enough that derm clinic takes up all of lunch. What's worse is it takes up more than lunch. So while you still have morning patients scheduled until at least noon in your morning clinic, the nurses from the section where derm clinic is held start calling and harrassing you at 11:35--"Why aren't you here yet? Didn't they call and remind you about derm clinic today?" And, of course, your afternoon clinic has patients coming to be seen starting at 1:15, so those nurses start calling about 1:30 "Why aren't you here yet? Didn't you know you had clinic this afternoon?"
All of this is quite stressfull, especially on an empty stomach. But on an empty stomach and an empty sleep tank turned out to be more than I could handle today.
And I don't cope well with suprises on an empty sleep tank. I got to clinic expecting to be in my continuity clinic this am; I wasn't. So that made me more upset. (Now really, that wouldn't have made ANY impact on me if I hadn't already been blown way off course by the derm clinic I hadn't planned to be at)
All that introduction to say that today at work I was a limp rag that burst into tears if you looked at me the wrong way. The second time I did that in front of my Program Director (who is also the attending assigned to be my advisor), she sent me home. No derm clinic, no afternoon clinic...just home to bed. And she made it quite clear that bed was the only thing I was to do with the rest of my day. And turns out, GW has FedEx envelopes and FedEx comes to pick stuff up from work, so that was taken care of, too. So all I really had to do was run by the bank and come home to sleep. Which I did. Until Carl came home and woke me up.
So now I'm awake again. I had planned to spend all evening today and all night tomorrow cleaning house so I can be gone for a week and not have the bugs take over any more than they already have, but I can tell now that that is NOT going to work. I'm going to have to go straight back to bed as soon as I finish my dinner.
On a lighter note, I took pictures of the sweater I made for the people I make sweaters for. Thought you'd like to see them. The sweater is a sample garment for the U.S. distributor of the yarn (which is expensive, hand-dyed, and Welsh) and is made of their new mohair/polyamide blend. Color, as expected, is pretty and more varied in person than on digital pic. I put one of my camisoles inside so you could see just how see-through it is. I've been amazed at the number of people who cannot conceive of a sweater that one can see through. It's not like they don't wear something under their non-see-through sweaters! (Although, in their defence, the weather around here is conducive to wearing wool sweaters like one day a year. If you're planning on being outside all day that day. Without any coffee or hot cocoa)
Hope you like it. It is very soft. But likely quite warm. Well, it's going back home to Pennsylvania, so it will be nice and comfy up there.
Which means a new month. And a new rotation at work. Today I started in the OPC. (Stands for OutPatient Clinic....but all clinics are outpatient clinics, so.....I know, doesn't make much sense) Anyway, point is, I'm not on a hospital service this month. Which means I go to work at 8:30 am and get home about 6pm. So far, sounds wonderful.
So why was today so horrible? Last month is still kicking me, I'm afraid. Tuesday (5/30) I was on call, so I didn't get any sleep. Then just as I was planning on going home Wednesday morning, one of my continuity OB patients showed up in labor. So I stayed to deliver her. Which meant I didn't leave the hospital until 1pm (I know, I know, that's over my 30-hours-at-the-time limit, but the last almost an hour of that time was just eating lunch, so it doesn't count, right? Well, by that time, I was too bushed to drive all the way home, so I stopped at PD's house. It's wonderful to know I am always welcome there, and there is always coffee waiting to be made just for me. And her daughters (9 and 2) are always such a blessing to my spirit when I'm there. So I stopped for a while and had some coffee, worked on stitching up the sweater I made for the company I knit for, and took a brief nap.
Then I came home and had to finish that sweater 'cause they wanted it back by 1 June. My plan was to finish it and get it to the FedEx place last night, but I didn't finish it until ~6pm. I found out later that the FedEx place closes at 7pm so I could have made it, but I didn't know that at the time. By the time I finished, Carl was home and hungry, so we went and ate at DQ before going to church. I finally made it back to my bed at about 9pm last night after nearly 40 hours away from it. That's a long time to be without significant sleep. And 9 hours sleep is not nearly enough to make up for that lack.
So today I was going to work at a little after 8 when my pager went off with a clinic number. What went through my head? "Clinic doesn't start until 8:30!! Lay off, already!!!" (One starts to think evil thoughts every time that horrid BEEPBEEPBEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP interrupts one's train of thought) Turns out it was one of the faculty secretaries reminding me of Derm(atology) clinic today. Horrible. Why, you ask? Well, it's not that I don't like derm. In fact, it's one of my favorite specialties. Where else can you breeze in, spend 3 seconds, if that, looking at a patient, and say "I know what you've got. Here, put this steroid (or antifungal) cream on it every day and you'll be all better." So I like derm. What I don't like is that derm clinic is from 11:30-2. So the dermatologist in town who volunteers to come over and be the attending for derm clinic can come on his lunch break. It's bad enough that derm clinic takes up all of lunch. What's worse is it takes up more than lunch. So while you still have morning patients scheduled until at least noon in your morning clinic, the nurses from the section where derm clinic is held start calling and harrassing you at 11:35--"Why aren't you here yet? Didn't they call and remind you about derm clinic today?" And, of course, your afternoon clinic has patients coming to be seen starting at 1:15, so those nurses start calling about 1:30 "Why aren't you here yet? Didn't you know you had clinic this afternoon?"
All of this is quite stressfull, especially on an empty stomach. But on an empty stomach and an empty sleep tank turned out to be more than I could handle today.
And I don't cope well with suprises on an empty sleep tank. I got to clinic expecting to be in my continuity clinic this am; I wasn't. So that made me more upset. (Now really, that wouldn't have made ANY impact on me if I hadn't already been blown way off course by the derm clinic I hadn't planned to be at)
All that introduction to say that today at work I was a limp rag that burst into tears if you looked at me the wrong way. The second time I did that in front of my Program Director (who is also the attending assigned to be my advisor), she sent me home. No derm clinic, no afternoon clinic...just home to bed. And she made it quite clear that bed was the only thing I was to do with the rest of my day. And turns out, GW has FedEx envelopes and FedEx comes to pick stuff up from work, so that was taken care of, too. So all I really had to do was run by the bank and come home to sleep. Which I did. Until Carl came home and woke me up.
So now I'm awake again. I had planned to spend all evening today and all night tomorrow cleaning house so I can be gone for a week and not have the bugs take over any more than they already have, but I can tell now that that is NOT going to work. I'm going to have to go straight back to bed as soon as I finish my dinner.
On a lighter note, I took pictures of the sweater I made for the people I make sweaters for. Thought you'd like to see them. The sweater is a sample garment for the U.S. distributor of the yarn (which is expensive, hand-dyed, and Welsh) and is made of their new mohair/polyamide blend. Color, as expected, is pretty and more varied in person than on digital pic. I put one of my camisoles inside so you could see just how see-through it is. I've been amazed at the number of people who cannot conceive of a sweater that one can see through. It's not like they don't wear something under their non-see-through sweaters! (Although, in their defence, the weather around here is conducive to wearing wool sweaters like one day a year. If you're planning on being outside all day that day. Without any coffee or hot cocoa)
Hope you like it. It is very soft. But likely quite warm. Well, it's going back home to Pennsylvania, so it will be nice and comfy up there.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
The Voice of Truth
Got a new CD today. First one in a long time. Like all good little consumers, I bought one I had heard on the radio. It's one I've been wanting to buy for several months, actually. Which, I suppose, makes me less of a good little consumer.
Anyway, here it is:
Self titled, Casting Crowns. The reason I bought this CD is for the song "The Voice of Truth." Chorus goes like so: "But the voice of truth tells me a different story; the voice of truth says do not be afraid. Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth."
It's a song that makes me turn up the car radio REAL loud so I can sing along at the top of my voice. Gotta love those songs.
In other news, I finally have a day off. I had yesterday off, too, but I was too busy recovering yesterday for it to feel like a day off. Before yesterday, my last day off was 7 May. So it's been a while. And 80 hours is a lot to work in a week. Especially when it's acutally 100 hours one week and 70 the next. Are there actually people who get to work just 40 hours in a week? That seems like, at best, a distant pipe dream to me. I guess that's how people have time to do things like watch TV or wash clothes or clean the bathrooms. If it weren't for my dh, I think I'd be hurting for clean clothes. So what am I doing with my day off? Laundry, what else?!
Anyway, here it is:
Self titled, Casting Crowns. The reason I bought this CD is for the song "The Voice of Truth." Chorus goes like so: "But the voice of truth tells me a different story; the voice of truth says do not be afraid. Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth."It's a song that makes me turn up the car radio REAL loud so I can sing along at the top of my voice. Gotta love those songs.
In other news, I finally have a day off. I had yesterday off, too, but I was too busy recovering yesterday for it to feel like a day off. Before yesterday, my last day off was 7 May. So it's been a while. And 80 hours is a lot to work in a week. Especially when it's acutally 100 hours one week and 70 the next. Are there actually people who get to work just 40 hours in a week? That seems like, at best, a distant pipe dream to me. I guess that's how people have time to do things like watch TV or wash clothes or clean the bathrooms. If it weren't for my dh, I think I'd be hurting for clean clothes. So what am I doing with my day off? Laundry, what else?!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Alive and well.... barely
This will be a short post--the power is still out at my house, so I'm borrowing internet time from a friend. We had bad thunderstorms at our house last night. I'm a West Texas Girl. I'm used to thunderstorms. In fact, I like them a lot. Last night I was scared. Our power went out about 12:45 last night. I think. I woke up about then and our power was out. Shortly thereafter, the weather sirens sounded. So we spent some quality time in the bathroom.
DH took pics of some local damage; will post when I get my own internet back up.
Thanks to those who asked about our safety.
All I have to say is I'm glad I wasn't at the hospital last night. It was flat crazy there, or so I hear. (Word does get around the residency, you know)
Watch this space.
DH took pics of some local damage; will post when I get my own internet back up.
Thanks to those who asked about our safety.
All I have to say is I'm glad I wasn't at the hospital last night. It was flat crazy there, or so I hear. (Word does get around the residency, you know)
Watch this space.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Yes, I DID need more books...really
Ahhh, behold the beauty of American commerce. Last month at WHIBSIB, I met this book:
She and I are going to be friends. And I have a $5 gift certificate to a large online bookseller.
So while I was be-bopping around their web site, I discovered (became re-acquainted with, really) three other books. Only I hadn't been able to look inside them. So...off to my local Bricks & Mortar bookseller. They were obliging enough to have all three of these books on their shelves where I could fondle them. And guess what? This one and two of the new ones definitely need to come live here. So back home I come to buy my books online. And you know I had to order at least two books, because the one pictured here is only $18, which means I need to spend at least $7 more to get my free shipping. And really, it's all about free stuff. So who else is coming to live here?
Will keep you posted when they get here.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Happy May Day
About 4 o'clock this afternoon is was more like MAYDAY! (as in SOS) I had my clinic this afternoon, and they all started to back up on me about then. I hate to leave patients waiting on me, but I can only move so fast. And the person who is in charge of how many appointments I have and what times they're at (not me, obviously) has a very different philosophy of how a clinic should be run. I think one should have more frequent appointments early in the session, with fewer appointments late in the day. I know that's a common sentiment among residents, so I'm confused as to why our clinics are all set up the opposite. Especially given the propensity of our pts to have transportation issues that end up making them late sometimes. I'm just a first-year resident, so I don't have that full a schedule. Here's an example of my afternoon: one appt. slot at 1:15, one at 2:15, two at 2:45, two at 3:00, two at 3:15, two at 3:30. It's a good thing they stop making appts. at 3:30, or else I'd never leave.
Today, being the first day of a new month, was the first day of a new service. This month I'm an OB/GYN. So far, so good. One of the third-year residents had her third little girl this am. I was struck again by how weird it is for one of us to be on the other end of the doctor-patient relationship. She used one of the private OBs, so it wasn't as weird as it might have been, but she is still a patient in the hospital where we all work, so it's still weird.
All these babies and pregnant people brings up one of the continuing mental debates in my life. I've been married for five years now (well, almost) and seems like everybody around me (including residents) is popping out the kids. I like kids; I want kids as much as the next feller. But I am a resident, and it is a lot of work to have a kid. Argh. I do much better when I just don't think about it. Good luck on the labor & delivery ward, huh? :-P
Today, being the first day of a new month, was the first day of a new service. This month I'm an OB/GYN. So far, so good. One of the third-year residents had her third little girl this am. I was struck again by how weird it is for one of us to be on the other end of the doctor-patient relationship. She used one of the private OBs, so it wasn't as weird as it might have been, but she is still a patient in the hospital where we all work, so it's still weird.
All these babies and pregnant people brings up one of the continuing mental debates in my life. I've been married for five years now (well, almost) and seems like everybody around me (including residents) is popping out the kids. I like kids; I want kids as much as the next feller. But I am a resident, and it is a lot of work to have a kid. Argh. I do much better when I just don't think about it. Good luck on the labor & delivery ward, huh? :-P
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Home at last
Well, I think I may be caught up for the moment.
I got to my house at 2:30 this morning. Whole house was dark. DH was asleep. I had to drive the Rental Monster from the airport (where the other girls' cars were left while we were gone) to the house because the rental car counters in the Waco Municipal Airport are not open at 2 am. Go figure. Anyway, after my Friday and Saturday, 9 am Bible class came pretty early this morning. Good thing dh was around to do the driving. And, wonderful thing that he is, he made a lasagna yesterday while I was gone. Since there's just the two of us, we really need help to eat a whole pan of anything, including lasagna. So we invited one of the couples from church over for Sunday lunch. I love having people over to eat. And I love being around this couple. They retired last year from 30+ years of mission work in Costa Rica, so they are full of insight and encouragement for dh and me.
After lunch, when I took the Rental Monster back to the airport, there was a young man working the counter who was quite pleasant and quite helpful. Quite a welcome change from the last interaction I had with that company. I must say, as big as the Rental Monster was, I really liked driving it. Not enough to pay for the truck or the $60 to fill it up, but it was fun while I had it nonetheless.
In other news, I start on my second month of OB tomorrow. That will be fun. I like OB a lot. And even though the hours are longer, I'm looking forward to it. Which means I need to go to bed early for the first time since January. That's going to take some getting used to.
I told VM she could post a link to this space on LSSK, and I told her I'd figure out how to put pictures in here. Well, I don't have any relevant pictures to hand 'cause I don't take lots of pics, but that may have to change. Maybe. Watch this space.
I got to my house at 2:30 this morning. Whole house was dark. DH was asleep. I had to drive the Rental Monster from the airport (where the other girls' cars were left while we were gone) to the house because the rental car counters in the Waco Municipal Airport are not open at 2 am. Go figure. Anyway, after my Friday and Saturday, 9 am Bible class came pretty early this morning. Good thing dh was around to do the driving. And, wonderful thing that he is, he made a lasagna yesterday while I was gone. Since there's just the two of us, we really need help to eat a whole pan of anything, including lasagna. So we invited one of the couples from church over for Sunday lunch. I love having people over to eat. And I love being around this couple. They retired last year from 30+ years of mission work in Costa Rica, so they are full of insight and encouragement for dh and me.
After lunch, when I took the Rental Monster back to the airport, there was a young man working the counter who was quite pleasant and quite helpful. Quite a welcome change from the last interaction I had with that company. I must say, as big as the Rental Monster was, I really liked driving it. Not enough to pay for the truck or the $60 to fill it up, but it was fun while I had it nonetheless.
In other news, I start on my second month of OB tomorrow. That will be fun. I like OB a lot. And even though the hours are longer, I'm looking forward to it. Which means I need to go to bed early for the first time since January. That's going to take some getting used to.
I told VM she could post a link to this space on LSSK, and I told her I'd figure out how to put pictures in here. Well, I don't have any relevant pictures to hand 'cause I don't take lots of pics, but that may have to change. Maybe. Watch this space.
Girls Gone Recruiting
(Written Saturday, posted Sunday)
I am not an extrovert. I can act like one for a while, but in the end it catches up to me. After all the driving I did yesterday and the incident with getting to the hotel yesterday, I'm already emotionally tired. We did get done with dinner and back to the hotel in time to watch Numbers last night (gotta love that show: geeks + cops--what more could you ask for?). The girls decided that we needed to do our nails last night. Well, I did repaint my toenails, but I did not participate in the 12-step Mary Kay pedicure. I do not wear makeup. I wash my face in the shower. I brush my teeth twice a day and my hair once a day. That is the sum total of my interaction with the cosmetics industry. So needless to say, I have no need for the 6-compartment super size travel case to hold my makeup, skincare, nailcare products and accessories. Both of the girls I'm with do. And JC is really good about making me feel like a fat dirty slob because I don't have a 5-step facewashing process and I don't want to go work out this morning. Ugh. I went, because I am apparently a sucker for peer pressure. But I only walked on that silly treadmill for about 10 minutes before I came back to the room (alone!) and took a bath with my laptop playing music I like.
This afternoon, we're going to a residency fair: a bunch of residency programs with tables set up to catch the interest and attention of passing medical students to encourage them to come work with us after they graduate from medical school. I like to do this. Really. But I can only do it for 3 or 4 hours at the time. Then I need to be alone (or at least quiet) someplace where I don't have to smile all the time.
After that's done, the girls want to drive home. I'm all for leaving Memphis, but I'm not sure about being in the car another 8+ hours today. I'm already tired. I don't think I want to be up until 2:30 am. Oh, well. If we drive all the way home today I won't have to interact with them at all tomorrow. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I do not plan to drive one little bit all the way home. I'm going to crawl in the back seat and watch movies. With headphones. So I don't have to acknowledge anything else that's happening in the car.
By the way, we rode the trolley from the hotel to Beale street. That was pretty fun. Food was not real great, but the Oatmeal Stout I drank was pretty good. And just being across the street from BB King's club was pretty cool.
I am not an extrovert. I can act like one for a while, but in the end it catches up to me. After all the driving I did yesterday and the incident with getting to the hotel yesterday, I'm already emotionally tired. We did get done with dinner and back to the hotel in time to watch Numbers last night (gotta love that show: geeks + cops--what more could you ask for?). The girls decided that we needed to do our nails last night. Well, I did repaint my toenails, but I did not participate in the 12-step Mary Kay pedicure. I do not wear makeup. I wash my face in the shower. I brush my teeth twice a day and my hair once a day. That is the sum total of my interaction with the cosmetics industry. So needless to say, I have no need for the 6-compartment super size travel case to hold my makeup, skincare, nailcare products and accessories. Both of the girls I'm with do. And JC is really good about making me feel like a fat dirty slob because I don't have a 5-step facewashing process and I don't want to go work out this morning. Ugh. I went, because I am apparently a sucker for peer pressure. But I only walked on that silly treadmill for about 10 minutes before I came back to the room (alone!) and took a bath with my laptop playing music I like.
This afternoon, we're going to a residency fair: a bunch of residency programs with tables set up to catch the interest and attention of passing medical students to encourage them to come work with us after they graduate from medical school. I like to do this. Really. But I can only do it for 3 or 4 hours at the time. Then I need to be alone (or at least quiet) someplace where I don't have to smile all the time.
After that's done, the girls want to drive home. I'm all for leaving Memphis, but I'm not sure about being in the car another 8+ hours today. I'm already tired. I don't think I want to be up until 2:30 am. Oh, well. If we drive all the way home today I won't have to interact with them at all tomorrow. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I do not plan to drive one little bit all the way home. I'm going to crawl in the back seat and watch movies. With headphones. So I don't have to acknowledge anything else that's happening in the car.
By the way, we rode the trolley from the hotel to Beale street. That was pretty fun. Food was not real great, but the Oatmeal Stout I drank was pretty good. And just being across the street from BB King's club was pretty cool.
Blues City, here we come!
(written Friday, posted Sunday)
Well, today's the day. Going to Memphis. Actually, we're here already. It's been an adventure. We were supposed to meet at the airport at 8am. No, we didn't fly. That's where you pick up the rental car. Or rental monster, in this case. It's a Chevy TrailBlazer. Which, by the way, is a really big vehicle.
Our first adventure of the day was with the rental car company. The attendant at the A___ did not put on her happy face when she got out of bed this morning. So when we showed up and wanted to use our tax exempt status to rent a car without sales tax, that was outside of her range of acceptable behaviors. After multiple conversations with her manager (who was not on site, but on the phone), that was finally settled. So by the time we loaded our personal luggage in the Rental Monster and drove to the clinic to pick up the recruiting stuff (three big tubs worth), it was 9:30. So much for our early start.
Turns out, that wasn't so bad. Even with a 9:30 start time, we got to Memphis at about 5:30 pm.
Which leads to Adventures #2 & 3. They're closely linked. GW, the "adult" of the party, is easily worried and easily freaked out. Except, apparently, about important things. Like how to get to the hotel. We're within site of the Mississippi River when I say (because I'm driving), "OK, so how do we get to the hotel?" From the back seat (GW), "I don't know." She hadn't bothered to worry about that. "I-40 East to Memphis. It's in Memphis." Downtown Memphis, I might add. Fortunately, this is the age of the cell phone, so JC (front seat) calls the hotel and gets directions. Which leads us to Adventure #3: I was driving, so of course it was my fault we got lost. I'm telling you, I followed all the signs. We were supposed to go south on Front street from the interstate. There were two exits. One labelled "North Front Street" and the other labelled "South Front Street Riverside Drive." So I took the second. And ended up on Riverside drive with no obvious way to get to Front street. So, while we got a wonderful view of the river and Memphis's interaction with it, we had to call the hotel back for more directions. Fine. No big deal. Except that JC has said something about me getting us lost or me taking the wrong exit at least once an hour since. It's really wearing on me. badly.
Now we're all set for Adventure #4. We're going down to Beale Street for dinner. I don't seem to have a vote anymore since I got us lost (just ask JC. She'll tell you). Oh, well. I'm going to put on my happy face--well, maybe it better to say I'm going to try to hide my ugly face--and go along. More later.
Well, today's the day. Going to Memphis. Actually, we're here already. It's been an adventure. We were supposed to meet at the airport at 8am. No, we didn't fly. That's where you pick up the rental car. Or rental monster, in this case. It's a Chevy TrailBlazer. Which, by the way, is a really big vehicle.
Our first adventure of the day was with the rental car company. The attendant at the A___ did not put on her happy face when she got out of bed this morning. So when we showed up and wanted to use our tax exempt status to rent a car without sales tax, that was outside of her range of acceptable behaviors. After multiple conversations with her manager (who was not on site, but on the phone), that was finally settled. So by the time we loaded our personal luggage in the Rental Monster and drove to the clinic to pick up the recruiting stuff (three big tubs worth), it was 9:30. So much for our early start.
Turns out, that wasn't so bad. Even with a 9:30 start time, we got to Memphis at about 5:30 pm.
Which leads to Adventures #2 & 3. They're closely linked. GW, the "adult" of the party, is easily worried and easily freaked out. Except, apparently, about important things. Like how to get to the hotel. We're within site of the Mississippi River when I say (because I'm driving), "OK, so how do we get to the hotel?" From the back seat (GW), "I don't know." She hadn't bothered to worry about that. "I-40 East to Memphis. It's in Memphis." Downtown Memphis, I might add. Fortunately, this is the age of the cell phone, so JC (front seat) calls the hotel and gets directions. Which leads us to Adventure #3: I was driving, so of course it was my fault we got lost. I'm telling you, I followed all the signs. We were supposed to go south on Front street from the interstate. There were two exits. One labelled "North Front Street" and the other labelled "South Front Street Riverside Drive." So I took the second. And ended up on Riverside drive with no obvious way to get to Front street. So, while we got a wonderful view of the river and Memphis's interaction with it, we had to call the hotel back for more directions. Fine. No big deal. Except that JC has said something about me getting us lost or me taking the wrong exit at least once an hour since. It's really wearing on me. badly.
Now we're all set for Adventure #4. We're going down to Beale Street for dinner. I don't seem to have a vote anymore since I got us lost (just ask JC. She'll tell you). Oh, well. I'm going to put on my happy face--well, maybe it better to say I'm going to try to hide my ugly face--and go along. More later.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Last day of ER? Check.
Whew. It's finally over. Now I can go back to acting like I'm a doctor. Oh, wait. I am a doctor. Hmm...
Well, aside from that good news, here's another. I'm going to Memphis tomorrow. I am very excited. 20 hours in a rented vehicle over the next 48 hours is going to be...interesting. But, on the bright side, I'm not going to work tomorrow, I'm going to be with two other girls that I'm rather fond of, and I've borrowed a DVD player from PD, so we're set. I will be taking my laptop with me, so we'll see what happens. I'm also taking my bathing suit. Hmmm....
Well, aside from that good news, here's another. I'm going to Memphis tomorrow. I am very excited. 20 hours in a rented vehicle over the next 48 hours is going to be...interesting. But, on the bright side, I'm not going to work tomorrow, I'm going to be with two other girls that I'm rather fond of, and I've borrowed a DVD player from PD, so we're set. I will be taking my laptop with me, so we'll see what happens. I'm also taking my bathing suit. Hmmm....
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I think I'm allergic to Wednesdays
This is the third or fourth Wednesday in a row that I have felt just generally yucky. I think I'm allergic to Wednesdays. Of course, if I wasn't on a rotation that I would find any excuse not to go to, I think my health would be a lot better.
No post yesterday 'cause of the storms. There was lots of wind, lots of (thankfully small) hail, and LOTS of rain. Electricity flashed, computer that controls the gateway to the internet shuts down, internet goes down. That computer is controlled by the computer mastermind (which is not me) and speaks neither English nor Spanish nor Medicalese (which are the only three I do speak), so I watched House instead. Gotta love that show. I can identify so well with the relationships and interactions on that show. They have bad medicine (like the metal iv pole in the MRI room), but who watches TV for accurate medicine, anyway? Certainly not anyobdy who went to med school or nursing school.
Wednesday is church day; that always makes me feel better. I don't know what I would do without people like PD and SA to keep up with me at church. I have a hard time connecting to people at church (might have something to do with having to work at least every other Sunday and most Wednesday nights most months), and these two, along with a couple others, still remember me and still ask dh about me when I'm not there.
No post yesterday 'cause of the storms. There was lots of wind, lots of (thankfully small) hail, and LOTS of rain. Electricity flashed, computer that controls the gateway to the internet shuts down, internet goes down. That computer is controlled by the computer mastermind (which is not me) and speaks neither English nor Spanish nor Medicalese (which are the only three I do speak), so I watched House instead. Gotta love that show. I can identify so well with the relationships and interactions on that show. They have bad medicine (like the metal iv pole in the MRI room), but who watches TV for accurate medicine, anyway? Certainly not anyobdy who went to med school or nursing school.
Wednesday is church day; that always makes me feel better. I don't know what I would do without people like PD and SA to keep up with me at church. I have a hard time connecting to people at church (might have something to do with having to work at least every other Sunday and most Wednesday nights most months), and these two, along with a couple others, still remember me and still ask dh about me when I'm not there.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Last week of ER starts today
One would think, given how little I've worked this month, that I would be sad to see it go. Well, one would be wrong. I am quite ready to move on to something else, thank you very much. Wandering around following somebody like this would have been fine when I was a med student, but that's been a little while. Long enough that I think my time is more valuable spent elsewhere. Especially when ER doc JD gets his panties in a twist and doesn't even want me to follow him around. Do you realize how much knitting I could have gotten done this month if I thought I could get away with it?
Anyway, it'll be over soon. And what with TPT and my continuity clinics, I only have to show my face in that ER for 3 more half-days. Then the big Tennessee trip. It has been gradually whittled down from 5 girls going to 3. If it comes down to just me and Glenna, I'm going! I like road trips, and I certainly think this program needs more girls. And I like spending time with Glenna. Hopefully I'll have my sunglasses by then.
Anyway, it'll be over soon. And what with TPT and my continuity clinics, I only have to show my face in that ER for 3 more half-days. Then the big Tennessee trip. It has been gradually whittled down from 5 girls going to 3. If it comes down to just me and Glenna, I'm going! I like road trips, and I certainly think this program needs more girls. And I like spending time with Glenna. Hopefully I'll have my sunglasses by then.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Ground Rules
New Blog, new rules.
- This is my space. I make the rules.
- When I need to "debrief" or process my day, it will be done here. I won't violate anybody's Confidentiality, but I won't make any guarantees about anybody's Sensibilities. I sometimes encounter yucky stuff.
- Any questions, please refer to rule #1
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