Sunday, July 26, 2009
from the sunshine state
A little over 24 hours into the HGAT 2009 and I've already got a fairly ridiculous sunburn, a mild concussive injury, and some ill-defined hip flexor pain. It's gonna be a great week:)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
solitaire
am blogging soundtrack: Wilco (the album)
am blogging sustenance: latte number 3
Back on nights and not loving it. Tonight has been steady with admissions and cross-cover issues. No where near overwhelming. Lots of critical care time (so making some money) which normally I'm a fan of. Not too much crazy social stuff. Also usually a good call indicator. But I'm just not feeling it. Not at all. I cannot even begin to explain how much I would rather be at home in my bed.
Had a kind of ridiculous work weekend. Usually we have 4-5 rounders to cover the weekend. As opposed to the 6-7 people we have seeing patients during the week. We typically have a smaller total number of patients that need to be seen over the weekend because we don't see all our consults. But we usually see more patients per rounder secondary to the fewer people covering the weekend. I was the Friday call person and usually this is a set up for a (relatively) nice weekend. Saturday and Sunday calls can be brutal. Had a decent Saturday. Was expecting a pretty quick Sunday. Not so much. Please, if you will, see below.
0545: out of bed to shower, not a happy girl
0620: called by Sunday call person who reported profuse nausea/vomiting
0635: arrived in office to find said call person prostrate on the floor
0645: tucked call person into call room bed with strict instructions not to get up
0658: started to receive cross cover on call person's phone that I had placed on my person
0725: called on phone by unnamed surgical resident with the subsequent conversation:
usr: You know your partner with the blond hair who's supposed to be on call?
me: Yes.
usr: She just puked all over the floor in 4WICU. They're taking her to the ER.
me: Crap.
usr: Yeah. She wants you to call her husband and some guy named Bob.
me: Huh.
0735: confirmed above story by locating call person in room B16 in the BUMC ED
0739: called call person's husband as instructed, did not call Bob
0740: called T, had a little mutual freak out over the phone regarding plan of attack
0745: over the freak out, still not a happy girl
0746 to 1815: hauled serious ass all over the hospital, lost 1.3 pounds
1902: had first beer of the evening with A at neighborhood pub, happy
Horrible work day, amazing play night:)
But, seriously? T and I were total rock stars Sunday. There is absolutely no way that I could've gotten through that day without her. I just love me some Tara Goodwin:)
Still not loving nights.
am blogging sustenance: latte number 3
Back on nights and not loving it. Tonight has been steady with admissions and cross-cover issues. No where near overwhelming. Lots of critical care time (so making some money) which normally I'm a fan of. Not too much crazy social stuff. Also usually a good call indicator. But I'm just not feeling it. Not at all. I cannot even begin to explain how much I would rather be at home in my bed.
Had a kind of ridiculous work weekend. Usually we have 4-5 rounders to cover the weekend. As opposed to the 6-7 people we have seeing patients during the week. We typically have a smaller total number of patients that need to be seen over the weekend because we don't see all our consults. But we usually see more patients per rounder secondary to the fewer people covering the weekend. I was the Friday call person and usually this is a set up for a (relatively) nice weekend. Saturday and Sunday calls can be brutal. Had a decent Saturday. Was expecting a pretty quick Sunday. Not so much. Please, if you will, see below.
0545: out of bed to shower, not a happy girl
0620: called by Sunday call person who reported profuse nausea/vomiting
0635: arrived in office to find said call person prostrate on the floor
0645: tucked call person into call room bed with strict instructions not to get up
0658: started to receive cross cover on call person's phone that I had placed on my person
0725: called on phone by unnamed surgical resident with the subsequent conversation:
usr: You know your partner with the blond hair who's supposed to be on call?
me: Yes.
usr: She just puked all over the floor in 4WICU. They're taking her to the ER.
me: Crap.
usr: Yeah. She wants you to call her husband and some guy named Bob.
me: Huh.
0735: confirmed above story by locating call person in room B16 in the BUMC ED
0739: called call person's husband as instructed, did not call Bob
0740: called T, had a little mutual freak out over the phone regarding plan of attack
0745: over the freak out, still not a happy girl
0746 to 1815: hauled serious ass all over the hospital, lost 1.3 pounds
1902: had first beer of the evening with A at neighborhood pub, happy
Horrible work day, amazing play night:)
But, seriously? T and I were total rock stars Sunday. There is absolutely no way that I could've gotten through that day without her. I just love me some Tara Goodwin:)
Still not loving nights.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
what-a-burger
I woke up in a funk on Friday morning. Probably a combination of some truly weird and disturbing dreams along with the feeling I always get towards the end of a vacation. I considered a variety of potential funk busters and decided to make a call. A really important call as it turns out. Because this would be the first of a series of excellent decisions on my part that would ultimately result in a near perfect weekend.
I called Autumn and we made plans to meet up for manicures and pedicures. Always a good direction to go in when attempting to bust a funk. Post-pampering we made the fateful decision to forgo lunch and instead plop ourselves down at a pub for the rest of the afternoon. We had excellent conversation, great beer, and kinda creepy waitstaff interactions. Listen, I know my toes were looking particularly cute after the deluxe grooming I had just treated them to. But that does not give random waiters the right to touch my feet. Right?!? Still listening crazies?And you should ABSOLUTELY not follow-up that inappropriate behavior by then slipping my drinking buddy your phone number! Luckily A and I both follow the philosophy that what doesn't kill you makes for a really great story. And we got some definite distance off of that one:)
Later that night I made the trek half-way to Oklahoma to meet up with Clayton and a friend of his who was back in the area visiting family. Aaron has been seeing the country these past few months as a truck driver and, as always, I very much enjoyed the opportunity to see yet another side of Clayton through his interactions with his friends. Autumn joined me for this adventure as well and the four of us are pretty sure we've come up with the next great reality show. I won't give away any of the details now. Wouldn't want anyone else to benefit from our brilliance!
Called it a relatively early night so I could squeeze in some quality Clayton time before he left for a Colorado mission trip early Saturday morning. (He's only been gone for 30 hours and I already miss him like crazy!) But it was a fantastic start to the weekend and I was definitely devoid of any residual funk.
Saturday morning was lazily spent and it was probably at this point more than any other during the weekend that I was truly at a crossroads. Make one choice and head in one direction. Make another and hello opposite direction! The decision: Angry Dog, yes? Or Angry Dog, no? Guess which one I chose:) Autumn and I soldiered through the best burgers in Dallas like a couple of champs and set the tone for the rest of the day.
After lunch, nap or movie? Movie. My Sister's Keeper or The Hangover? The Hangover. Rest up for Girl's Night or keep our momentum going? You should always, always go with momentum. I think it's like a law of nature or something:) We went to the Monk for an early dinner (I know, I know! We were shocked to be hungry again too!) and the requisite malt beverages. And then we let the rest of our girls come to us.
Once the girl's night crew was completely assembled, we hit up House of Blues for drinking and dancing. It was 80's night and we did what we came to do. We drank. We danced. We did both with style and enthusiasm. We partook in some girl bonding time and then made our ways home. Autumn and I found ourselves once again feeling hungry and so scavenged my kitchen for leftovers before settling in on my couches with Grandma quilts and Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. Woke up at 4 in the morning with a monster crick in my neck before turning off the TV and heading to bed.
Woke up this morning to the sound of Autumn searching out ibuprofen and ice water. We decided to throw our hair in quick ponytails, secure Starbucks, and go to the Farmer's Market. An excellent Sunday morning plan! But somewhere after coffee and before arrival downtown, we let thoughts of eggs, hash browns, and biscuits propel us in a different direction. We found ourselves at Norma's here in the Cliff and once again decided that we had made the perfect choice. We were joined by my Flower Mound family and left with very, very happy bellies.
It was a beautiful weekend, nearly perfect. And it's not even over yet:)
I called Autumn and we made plans to meet up for manicures and pedicures. Always a good direction to go in when attempting to bust a funk. Post-pampering we made the fateful decision to forgo lunch and instead plop ourselves down at a pub for the rest of the afternoon. We had excellent conversation, great beer, and kinda creepy waitstaff interactions. Listen, I know my toes were looking particularly cute after the deluxe grooming I had just treated them to. But that does not give random waiters the right to touch my feet. Right?!? Still listening crazies?And you should ABSOLUTELY not follow-up that inappropriate behavior by then slipping my drinking buddy your phone number! Luckily A and I both follow the philosophy that what doesn't kill you makes for a really great story. And we got some definite distance off of that one:)
Later that night I made the trek half-way to Oklahoma to meet up with Clayton and a friend of his who was back in the area visiting family. Aaron has been seeing the country these past few months as a truck driver and, as always, I very much enjoyed the opportunity to see yet another side of Clayton through his interactions with his friends. Autumn joined me for this adventure as well and the four of us are pretty sure we've come up with the next great reality show. I won't give away any of the details now. Wouldn't want anyone else to benefit from our brilliance!
Called it a relatively early night so I could squeeze in some quality Clayton time before he left for a Colorado mission trip early Saturday morning. (He's only been gone for 30 hours and I already miss him like crazy!) But it was a fantastic start to the weekend and I was definitely devoid of any residual funk.
Saturday morning was lazily spent and it was probably at this point more than any other during the weekend that I was truly at a crossroads. Make one choice and head in one direction. Make another and hello opposite direction! The decision: Angry Dog, yes? Or Angry Dog, no? Guess which one I chose:) Autumn and I soldiered through the best burgers in Dallas like a couple of champs and set the tone for the rest of the day.
After lunch, nap or movie? Movie. My Sister's Keeper or The Hangover? The Hangover. Rest up for Girl's Night or keep our momentum going? You should always, always go with momentum. I think it's like a law of nature or something:) We went to the Monk for an early dinner (I know, I know! We were shocked to be hungry again too!) and the requisite malt beverages. And then we let the rest of our girls come to us.
Once the girl's night crew was completely assembled, we hit up House of Blues for drinking and dancing. It was 80's night and we did what we came to do. We drank. We danced. We did both with style and enthusiasm. We partook in some girl bonding time and then made our ways home. Autumn and I found ourselves once again feeling hungry and so scavenged my kitchen for leftovers before settling in on my couches with Grandma quilts and Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. Woke up at 4 in the morning with a monster crick in my neck before turning off the TV and heading to bed.
Woke up this morning to the sound of Autumn searching out ibuprofen and ice water. We decided to throw our hair in quick ponytails, secure Starbucks, and go to the Farmer's Market. An excellent Sunday morning plan! But somewhere after coffee and before arrival downtown, we let thoughts of eggs, hash browns, and biscuits propel us in a different direction. We found ourselves at Norma's here in the Cliff and once again decided that we had made the perfect choice. We were joined by my Flower Mound family and left with very, very happy bellies.
It was a beautiful weekend, nearly perfect. And it's not even over yet:)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
"If I fail, at least I will have failed my way."
am blogging soundtrack: Beyonce, dangerously in love (yes, really)
am blogging sustenance: my third cup of coffee (I know, shocking)
It's now day 7 of 10 in my June freedom interlude. Already dreading my return to work next Monday. Wondering if it would be totally inappropriate to plan another sabbatical . . . :)
Last night I went swing dancing. The Sons of Herman Hall have an hour long dance lesson every Wednesday night followed by open dancing. During the lesson portion they make you line up and rotate partners every view minutes while they teach you some basic steps. Then at the end they always throw in something new and a little more complicated. My various partners ranged from a spry gentleman in his late 60s to a little red headed boy of about 10. Red expressed extreme frustration in my hesitancy at the new and foreign steps. It was kind of humiliating in a very entertaining way. You know how you feel when you're slowly making your way down your first blue slope of the ski season and you're passed by a blur of a 3 year old? Sort of similar:) All my other "leaders" were very courteous and either helpful or apologetic depending on their skill level. One nice young man named Yuri shyly told me I looked like Jodie Foster. Yeah. Good times! After the lesson concluded I got spun around the room by my very sweet Clayton. Really, really good times:)
Earlier this week I went rock climbing with the fam. Sam and Max have been getting into it as their summer project. So Clayton and I tagged along when Julie took them a few days ago. I hated the harness and the climbing shoes (will those EVER feel even half way comfortable?) but I loved the feeling of working your way to the top. Loved the sense of adventure and the muscle burn that indicated you'd accomplished something. Didn't even mind falling - three times! - off a more advanced inclined wall that I was falsely assured I could "handle." Really flew on that last fall!
Also had a long awaited painting lesson from Julie and Sam. They definitely comprise the more artistic side of the family but I think I held my own. Or at least they were sweet enough to be encouraging:) Made some beautiful shades of blue in my color study "assignment" and am very much looking forward to finishing it up.
I dug out and attempted to play my baritone ukulele this morning. Have issued myself a challenge to learn and perfect at least one song. If my first practice session is anything to go by, this one's going to take some time:)
This week has been about temporarily ditching my doctor's hat and trying a few others on for size. Turns out that - like cute shoes - you can never have too many:)
If a woman rebels against high heeled shoes, she should take care to do it in a very smart hat.
~George Bernard Shaw
am blogging sustenance: my third cup of coffee (I know, shocking)
It's now day 7 of 10 in my June freedom interlude. Already dreading my return to work next Monday. Wondering if it would be totally inappropriate to plan another sabbatical . . . :)
Last night I went swing dancing. The Sons of Herman Hall have an hour long dance lesson every Wednesday night followed by open dancing. During the lesson portion they make you line up and rotate partners every view minutes while they teach you some basic steps. Then at the end they always throw in something new and a little more complicated. My various partners ranged from a spry gentleman in his late 60s to a little red headed boy of about 10. Red expressed extreme frustration in my hesitancy at the new and foreign steps. It was kind of humiliating in a very entertaining way. You know how you feel when you're slowly making your way down your first blue slope of the ski season and you're passed by a blur of a 3 year old? Sort of similar:) All my other "leaders" were very courteous and either helpful or apologetic depending on their skill level. One nice young man named Yuri shyly told me I looked like Jodie Foster. Yeah. Good times! After the lesson concluded I got spun around the room by my very sweet Clayton. Really, really good times:)
Earlier this week I went rock climbing with the fam. Sam and Max have been getting into it as their summer project. So Clayton and I tagged along when Julie took them a few days ago. I hated the harness and the climbing shoes (will those EVER feel even half way comfortable?) but I loved the feeling of working your way to the top. Loved the sense of adventure and the muscle burn that indicated you'd accomplished something. Didn't even mind falling - three times! - off a more advanced inclined wall that I was falsely assured I could "handle." Really flew on that last fall!
Also had a long awaited painting lesson from Julie and Sam. They definitely comprise the more artistic side of the family but I think I held my own. Or at least they were sweet enough to be encouraging:) Made some beautiful shades of blue in my color study "assignment" and am very much looking forward to finishing it up.
I dug out and attempted to play my baritone ukulele this morning. Have issued myself a challenge to learn and perfect at least one song. If my first practice session is anything to go by, this one's going to take some time:)
This week has been about temporarily ditching my doctor's hat and trying a few others on for size. Turns out that - like cute shoes - you can never have too many:)
If a woman rebels against high heeled shoes, she should take care to do it in a very smart hat.
~George Bernard Shaw
Monday, June 22, 2009
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