Wednesday, November 24, 2010

pass the thin mints

I got asked twice - that's TWO times - today if I was preggers. Apparently I'm walking like I'm supporting a baby bump and my Wednesday clothing choice of tunic over jeans led people to assume that I was also trying to hide one. Just feeling a little fat and tired people, but thanks for playing.

Here's the real kicker: made me sad to set them straight.

I think Amy's got a little baby fever.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

thanks giving

I saw my first patient of the day at about 20 minutes after 6 this morning. He was still pretty sleepy and our conversation was reflective of that. As I was leaving the room he made a comment about a medicine I'd given him the day before for a specific complaint. He thanked me. Told me that he was feeling much better.

These words stopped me just feet from the door. And they moved me. Simple words of thanks for what I considered a minor assist when compared to the issues keeping this man in the hospital. And then, "God bless you, Doctor."

Um. What? Had I inadvertently taken a slide (I did it, Clayton! A Sliders reference in my blog!) into another dimension? A place where people not only acknowledged and appreciated acts, but also verbalized their appreciation? What a wonderful place! Of course, I quickly slid back to my old world. A place of anger, frustration, and entitlement. But I'm keeping my early morning memory of another, more wonderful, world and carrying it with me throughout the rest of today.

So thanks, Mr N. And may God bless you as well.

Monday, November 22, 2010

the trickiest man in the world

Life has been busy. But not ridiculously busy. I try to remember the last 6 weeks and how I spent them and I just can't quite get there. Kind of like when you wake up hazy from a dream and try so hard to put all the details into focus.

I think my priorities are out of wack. I need to reexamine all the takers-up of my time and figure out where they need to be in my proverbial to do list.

Work. Haven't yet won the Power Ball (and that probably has very little to do with the fact that I haven't yet played the Power Ball) so this has to stay on the list. But maybe my time should be spent differently? Do I really need to get to the hospital every day at 6 am? I seem to have a lot of down time later in the day where I'm just waiting for the clock to strike 2 so I can make my exit. I'm definitely a morning person and so maybe this is really the best use of my time. The free hours in the late morning and early afternoon could be spent helping my partners or catching up on odds and ends, bills and blogs. Maybe I'll have to trial this one out . . .

Home. I enjoy cooking, enjoy preparing meals. Currently I try to plan out the week in food by Monday at the latest and hit up the grocery store. I like to try new things. And really love coming up with a menu, creating a presentation. And because I love it, I'll continue to do it. But maybe I'll only do it once a week. Maybe I'll let the rest of the week be covered by leftovers and the multitude of social engagements available to us. The ribbons and bows - flowers and place settings - aren't really desired (and thus not truly appreciated) by any one other than me. And even if I enjoy it, it's probably a cumulative drain that I need to consider cutting loose.

I need to read a book. I need to curl up in a big, comfy chair with a cup of tea and read a book.

I need to go for a walk. Ride a bike. I need to lace up my sneakers and explore my not quite new neighborhood while the air is crisp and the leaves are still valiantly clinging to their trees.

I need to call my Grandma. And my sisters. My nieces and my parents. I need to chat with them about the details of their lives and share with them the small moments of mine.

And I need to blog. I definitely need to blog.