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.
Friday, June 09, 2006
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.
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