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?!

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.

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.

Wouldn't it be nice?

Some days I don't care what I'm wearing. Some days I wish I could wear stuff I can't. Like this:

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