Well, the craziness that is Good Friday is over. I think I'm relieved. The day was fun, but I think if I had to do that two days in a row I would just about die. Too much watching your wallet, worrying about money and nose-clogging incense for more than 24 hours.
I did get some amazing pictures, though. I saw two processions altogether - that doesn't sound like much, but these guys process for 8 hours at a time. The carriers trade off every block, and generally each man or woman carries twice. The first procession carried a depiction of Christ carrying the cross, and the second was Señor Sepultado. The Señor is the dead Christ after crucifiction. - very bloody and gory. And with movable arms and legs! Will the fun never cease?
Today the streets are very quiet. Relaxing - it seems like everyone has exhaled after a long trek uphill. Now we are all happily sliding down the other side of the pass, getting ready to go back to work. I have to leave tomorrow, and I still haven't quite figured out where the busses leave. Unlike other bloggers (hi Karla!) I don't exactly plan. Oh well - as I said yesterday, things just have the tendancy to work out.
Wish me luck!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Antigua is the place to be!
For you heathens out there, today is Good Friday. I am one of the heathens, so I wouldn't normally care. But here in Antigua, Good Friday is a BIG fucking deal. I have seen about 100+ 'carpets', numerous processions and more truly pious peolpe than I've ever seen before all in one place. And one incredibly rude Frenchman.
Check this out - I've found a place to stand in La Merced Church at 6am, which is when the first procession is going to leave. The devout outnumber the tourists by, well, a whole freaking lot. So as the Lord's Prayer echos through the church, followed closely by Hail Mary, I try to appear as respectful as possible. When the Jesús Nazareno comes parallel to my position, the families around me kneel. So I kneel. Then this French asshole starts stepping over the kneeling devout - including the 80+ year old lady who had needed help to get down on her knees. He manages to step over her as she was getting help trying to get up, and literally knocks her back down to her knees. I wanted to slug the guy.
But enough negative stuff. This place is truly amazing. I am so grateful I've been able to watch these incredible people express their faith. I wish I believed like they do, but sadly, I'm still solidly athesist. Oh well.
This trip has been all about serendipity. I really didn't have any plans when I came down, except maybe I knew I wanted to go hike the volcanos. The one I hiked is called Pacaya - and a new lava flow had broken through at 6am that morning! I could walk right up to the flow if I wanted to... but given that it's LAVA it was a little too hot to do that. (Duh. right?) Actually, the fact that lava is hot doesn't seem to be a given to some people. One of the guides (!) walked up to the flow, put his gloved hand on one of the cooling flows and then snatched his hand away, saying in a suprised (!) voice, "It's hot!"
Good to know stupidity is universal. Yargh.
But anyway, back to serendipity. I woke up this morning and wandered over to La Merced to catch the start of the procession. After Jesus had been launched (more on that some other time) I started wandering looking for carpets. The carpets are art laid out on the street made out of flowers, fruits and veggies or stained sawdust - and they are beautiful. Some depict Christ, some depict the stations of the crucifixion and some are just abstract. But they are all wonderful and exceedingly fleeting. See, they are completed just before the procession arrives. During the procession, only those carrying the float are allowed to step on the carpets. In so doing, every carpet is destroyed. Some of the sawdust carpets take 20 people 12 to 14 hours to complete... and the completed project only lasts about 1 hour. The flower carpets are deliberately left incomplete until minutes before the arrival of the procession, to ensure maximum freshness.
So I'm looking for carpets, and here is when we finally get around to one of the best chance encounters ever. I managed to run into a tour by Elizabeth Bell, who is famous for the quality of her tours. So I tagged along. It was so good that I asked to pay and officially became part of the group. The quality was just too good to mooch. So from 7am to 9am I got to wander around Antigua with the best in the business. And all for less than $12! I have so many pictures that I have to pay the guy running this café to burn it all to a CD so that I can get more room back.
I can't wait to get home and post some of them.
It is a good damn day to be alive.
Check this out - I've found a place to stand in La Merced Church at 6am, which is when the first procession is going to leave. The devout outnumber the tourists by, well, a whole freaking lot. So as the Lord's Prayer echos through the church, followed closely by Hail Mary, I try to appear as respectful as possible. When the Jesús Nazareno comes parallel to my position, the families around me kneel. So I kneel. Then this French asshole starts stepping over the kneeling devout - including the 80+ year old lady who had needed help to get down on her knees. He manages to step over her as she was getting help trying to get up, and literally knocks her back down to her knees. I wanted to slug the guy.
But enough negative stuff. This place is truly amazing. I am so grateful I've been able to watch these incredible people express their faith. I wish I believed like they do, but sadly, I'm still solidly athesist. Oh well.
This trip has been all about serendipity. I really didn't have any plans when I came down, except maybe I knew I wanted to go hike the volcanos. The one I hiked is called Pacaya - and a new lava flow had broken through at 6am that morning! I could walk right up to the flow if I wanted to... but given that it's LAVA it was a little too hot to do that. (Duh. right?) Actually, the fact that lava is hot doesn't seem to be a given to some people. One of the guides (!) walked up to the flow, put his gloved hand on one of the cooling flows and then snatched his hand away, saying in a suprised (!) voice, "It's hot!"
Good to know stupidity is universal. Yargh.
But anyway, back to serendipity. I woke up this morning and wandered over to La Merced to catch the start of the procession. After Jesus had been launched (more on that some other time) I started wandering looking for carpets. The carpets are art laid out on the street made out of flowers, fruits and veggies or stained sawdust - and they are beautiful. Some depict Christ, some depict the stations of the crucifixion and some are just abstract. But they are all wonderful and exceedingly fleeting. See, they are completed just before the procession arrives. During the procession, only those carrying the float are allowed to step on the carpets. In so doing, every carpet is destroyed. Some of the sawdust carpets take 20 people 12 to 14 hours to complete... and the completed project only lasts about 1 hour. The flower carpets are deliberately left incomplete until minutes before the arrival of the procession, to ensure maximum freshness.
So I'm looking for carpets, and here is when we finally get around to one of the best chance encounters ever. I managed to run into a tour by Elizabeth Bell, who is famous for the quality of her tours. So I tagged along. It was so good that I asked to pay and officially became part of the group. The quality was just too good to mooch. So from 7am to 9am I got to wander around Antigua with the best in the business. And all for less than $12! I have so many pictures that I have to pay the guy running this café to burn it all to a CD so that I can get more room back.
I can't wait to get home and post some of them.
It is a good damn day to be alive.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
¡Tengo calor!
Holy shit, Livingston is hot. And my hotel does NOT have air conditioning. Yargh. I didn't think that maybe at the beginning of spring break (or Semana Santa if you're technical about it) I might could need reservations at the nice hotel. So I'm definitely in second class accomidations. Oh well, the Lonely Planet guide didn't slam the place, so it can't be that bad.
Livingston has not been as fun as Copan. It is a little bit shadier, a little bit dirtier and a little less revamped. But hey, I still got to see the Garifuna who are definitely a niche sorta culture. Basically a bunch of slaves mutineed (good for them) and then married a bunch of locals. The Brits eventually established control of their local paradise - then deported everyone to various remote tropical hell-holes. A lot of them died of starvation on some Godforsaken rock, but some of them survived to make it here.
Here they stay, a very unique group of folks very distinct from everyone else. I can't describe it - ya just gotta be here. My best attempt is to say that because of their presence, Livingston is like a Spanish-speaking Jamaca, only possibly poorer.
The other up side is that I met a large group of American college students touring around with two very interesting professsors. One is a history prof and one is polysci. I was lucky to run into them 'cause otherwise I have no idea how I would have gotten home from the beach.
Let me start over - the Lonely Planet guide points out that the beaches in town are all crap (true) because of the abundance of litter (also true) but there is a nice beach if you take a cab (true as well.) What they don't mention (and REALLY REALLY should!) is that there is NO obvious way to get a cab back. None. I really thought I had found shit creek... until a very nice college student asked me in bad Spanish where I was from. From there we started talking and I met the rest of the group and the profs. I asked to hitch a ride on their boat (I had come over land) and they agreed.
God, oh thank God for nice people. I would have been really screwed. So I'm gonna buy them both a beer at dinner. They all really deserve it.
And the thing is, the beach wasn't really that nice. Yikes! Tomorrow, back to Teculutan. Then Antigua! Yay!
Livingston has not been as fun as Copan. It is a little bit shadier, a little bit dirtier and a little less revamped. But hey, I still got to see the Garifuna who are definitely a niche sorta culture. Basically a bunch of slaves mutineed (good for them) and then married a bunch of locals. The Brits eventually established control of their local paradise - then deported everyone to various remote tropical hell-holes. A lot of them died of starvation on some Godforsaken rock, but some of them survived to make it here.
Here they stay, a very unique group of folks very distinct from everyone else. I can't describe it - ya just gotta be here. My best attempt is to say that because of their presence, Livingston is like a Spanish-speaking Jamaca, only possibly poorer.
The other up side is that I met a large group of American college students touring around with two very interesting professsors. One is a history prof and one is polysci. I was lucky to run into them 'cause otherwise I have no idea how I would have gotten home from the beach.
Let me start over - the Lonely Planet guide points out that the beaches in town are all crap (true) because of the abundance of litter (also true) but there is a nice beach if you take a cab (true as well.) What they don't mention (and REALLY REALLY should!) is that there is NO obvious way to get a cab back. None. I really thought I had found shit creek... until a very nice college student asked me in bad Spanish where I was from. From there we started talking and I met the rest of the group and the profs. I asked to hitch a ride on their boat (I had come over land) and they agreed.
God, oh thank God for nice people. I would have been really screwed. So I'm gonna buy them both a beer at dinner. They all really deserve it.
And the thing is, the beach wasn't really that nice. Yikes! Tomorrow, back to Teculutan. Then Antigua! Yay!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Two in one day! A record!
I´m sitting at the internet cafe basking in the A/C. I had originally come here to call my husband, but he didn´t answer the phone. He´s probably basking in the sun at the beach house. He and his buds used to have an anual weekend-long party at a Galveston beach house, and they´ve been talking about it ever since. They decided to relive their glory days this weekend.
Right now I can´t get a hold of him. Bummer.
So I´ll post again, and let the world know that he doesn´t answer his cell phone... when swimming in salt water. Which makes sense.
I spent the afternoon exploring the town of Copán. Today was the first time I´ve been in a town where I don´t feel slightly threatened. In the larger towns I definitely felt gittery. So many people, so much action, so many voices speaking a language I don´t understand. I didn´t realize how much German I knew until I started trying to speak Spanish. When I went to Switzerland, I knew how to say "I know," "I want" and "May I" When I got here, not so much.
And the thing is, when I reach for a Spanish word, find I don´t know it, half the time a German word will come popping out of my mouth.
No wonder people here sometimes look at me like I´m crazy. Err, loco.
Well, I´m off.
PS - sorry that I´m using accent marks as apostrophes, but the right key is way too far to reach.
Right now I can´t get a hold of him. Bummer.
So I´ll post again, and let the world know that he doesn´t answer his cell phone... when swimming in salt water. Which makes sense.
I spent the afternoon exploring the town of Copán. Today was the first time I´ve been in a town where I don´t feel slightly threatened. In the larger towns I definitely felt gittery. So many people, so much action, so many voices speaking a language I don´t understand. I didn´t realize how much German I knew until I started trying to speak Spanish. When I went to Switzerland, I knew how to say "I know," "I want" and "May I" When I got here, not so much.
And the thing is, when I reach for a Spanish word, find I don´t know it, half the time a German word will come popping out of my mouth.
No wonder people here sometimes look at me like I´m crazy. Err, loco.
Well, I´m off.
PS - sorry that I´m using accent marks as apostrophes, but the right key is way too far to reach.
¡Los siento!
Sorry I´ve been away, but I´ve, er, really been away. Actually, I´m still away.
I´m in Guatemala. Sorta. I´m working in a small clinic in the backwoods of Guatemala - near Río Hondo for geography buffs. Today I´m actually in Honduras (yes, HONDURAS) visiting the old Mayan city Copán. I´ll go back to the ¿safety? of Guatemala tomorrow. On the bus.
Let´s just talk about the bus. Guatemala (and apparently Honduras) is all about the bus. There are many kinds of bus:
1) The chicken bus. This is an old school bus from the US that has been re-comissioned as a people/cargo/livestock mover. The seats designed for two kiddo-sized buttocks is crammed with three to four adult Mayan sized asses. Needless to say, the fit is tight.
And I swear to God, I saw one that said `North Attleburough (I know I spelled that wrong, but I can´t for the life of me remember how I¨m supposed to spell it!) School District. The school district is outside of Boston. Hand to God.
2) Microbus - small (usually Japanese) vans that have been gutteed and narrow, cramped bench seats stuffed in the back. I was in one with about 12 other people, not including the driver. Cheap and convenient, I think these are the most prevalent.
3) 2nd class bus. A large coach, I¨ve never been on one. Apparently, they aren`t suitable for American doctors. (Although a microbus is? Doesn´t make any sense.)
4) 1rst class bus. A large coach that usually, but not always, has airconditioning. And AC is a big deal here. I have to specifically look for hotels with AC - it´s very much a luxury.
Life is crazy. I never thought I would ever see Honduras. But here I am. I¨m keeping a log on my laptop (yes, I was dumb enough to bring a laptop to a place where I have a hard time finding a phone. Stop laughing.) so I¨ll be able to post all that at a later date.
Wish me luck and talk to ya´ll later.
I´m in Guatemala. Sorta. I´m working in a small clinic in the backwoods of Guatemala - near Río Hondo for geography buffs. Today I´m actually in Honduras (yes, HONDURAS) visiting the old Mayan city Copán. I´ll go back to the ¿safety? of Guatemala tomorrow. On the bus.
Let´s just talk about the bus. Guatemala (and apparently Honduras) is all about the bus. There are many kinds of bus:
1) The chicken bus. This is an old school bus from the US that has been re-comissioned as a people/cargo/livestock mover. The seats designed for two kiddo-sized buttocks is crammed with three to four adult Mayan sized asses. Needless to say, the fit is tight.
And I swear to God, I saw one that said `North Attleburough (I know I spelled that wrong, but I can´t for the life of me remember how I¨m supposed to spell it!) School District. The school district is outside of Boston. Hand to God.
2) Microbus - small (usually Japanese) vans that have been gutteed and narrow, cramped bench seats stuffed in the back. I was in one with about 12 other people, not including the driver. Cheap and convenient, I think these are the most prevalent.
3) 2nd class bus. A large coach, I¨ve never been on one. Apparently, they aren`t suitable for American doctors. (Although a microbus is? Doesn´t make any sense.)
4) 1rst class bus. A large coach that usually, but not always, has airconditioning. And AC is a big deal here. I have to specifically look for hotels with AC - it´s very much a luxury.
Life is crazy. I never thought I would ever see Honduras. But here I am. I¨m keeping a log on my laptop (yes, I was dumb enough to bring a laptop to a place where I have a hard time finding a phone. Stop laughing.) so I¨ll be able to post all that at a later date.
Wish me luck and talk to ya´ll later.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Warning - gonna talk about the empty net
So if you don't wanna hear about blood, pain or the nature of Aunt Flo - for Pete's sake leave! Or better yet, go see Dave. Besides, he's way funnier than I am. And he may someday rule the world.
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Okay, so for the brave few that have continued to read - Aunt Flo came to visit yesterday for the first time in three years. Now, I guess she's necessary for the whole 'lets have us some babies' deal, but she's still not a welcome houseguest. I have NOT missed her. I never bled through anything, I never had to go back home after I've already left in order to get my freaking 'supplies' (tampons people, tampons!) and I never had cramps.
Paradise. Freaking paradise.
Now, not so much. And just to make things worse, she's badder and bigger than ever. I am bleeding like a stuck pig. Since you can't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die, I am definitely NOT trustworthy. At this point, I don't trust myself. I'm going through my supplies so fast I keep on messing up and bleeding on things that shouldn't be bled upon.
People, this ain't normal.
And the cramping. Oh, Lordy. The cramping. I know people with fibroids will laugh at me and pregnant ladies will tell me that I have no idea what pelvic fullness really feels like, let alone pelvic contractions, but damn - for this amount of discomfort I better be birthing a bloody baby!*
So I'm gonna be pissed if we don't conceive relatively fast. Not 'cause I wanna get on with this whole life plan, hey - but 'cause then I can put the IUD back in and Aunt Flo can just fuck right off.
* Sorry for the run on sentence. I couldn't help myself. I'm not sorry for the alliteration. I didn't set out to do that, but I'm pleased with it. So there.
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Okay, so for the brave few that have continued to read - Aunt Flo came to visit yesterday for the first time in three years. Now, I guess she's necessary for the whole 'lets have us some babies' deal, but she's still not a welcome houseguest. I have NOT missed her. I never bled through anything, I never had to go back home after I've already left in order to get my freaking 'supplies' (tampons people, tampons!) and I never had cramps.
Paradise. Freaking paradise.
Now, not so much. And just to make things worse, she's badder and bigger than ever. I am bleeding like a stuck pig. Since you can't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die, I am definitely NOT trustworthy. At this point, I don't trust myself. I'm going through my supplies so fast I keep on messing up and bleeding on things that shouldn't be bled upon.
People, this ain't normal.
And the cramping. Oh, Lordy. The cramping. I know people with fibroids will laugh at me and pregnant ladies will tell me that I have no idea what pelvic fullness really feels like, let alone pelvic contractions, but damn - for this amount of discomfort I better be birthing a bloody baby!*
So I'm gonna be pissed if we don't conceive relatively fast. Not 'cause I wanna get on with this whole life plan, hey - but 'cause then I can put the IUD back in and Aunt Flo can just fuck right off.
* Sorry for the run on sentence. I couldn't help myself. I'm not sorry for the alliteration. I didn't set out to do that, but I'm pleased with it. So there.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
¿Que pasa?
So I'm going to Guatemala in, oh, about ten days. And I don't really know Spanish.
Now, this wouldn't be a problem if I was going down to do a medical Spanish immersion course like other smart people. But remember, hombres, I frequently ride the short bus. I'm going down as part of an international medicine elective. They expect me to already know Spanish.
Doh!
So I've bought Spanish in 10 Minutes a Day and Spanish for Health Care Professionals. The 10 Minutes book is quite cool - it comes with stickies you put around your house on stuff to help you learn vocabulary.
So far I can ask such thrilling questions like - ¿Quien es? (Who is it?) and ¿Cuarto es? (How much is it?) I've also learned that one of my friends from college is named Olivia Curtain, if you translate her last name. Who knew?
Which will really help me deal with that 3 year old well child visit... um, NOT. But at least now I can look stupid in three languages! Awesome.
On a completely different note, I've discovered a new source of fun - The Student Doctor Network! Now, I'm no longer a student doctor, ya'll. I'm an actual doctor. (No really!) (I swear!) But SDN does have forums for those of us in residency. Of course, my home forum - pediatrics - is kinda lame. But the emergency medicine forum is damn funny. The stickied threads definitely take the cake; especially the thread titled Things I Learn from my Patients. However, if you're offended by members of the healthcare workforce blowing off steam and complaining about the stupid stuff patients occasionally (or frequently, depending on the patient) do, or if you are easily offended in general - don't go looking at that thread. If you understand that humor is a coping mechanism, and is actually considered one of the healthier adaptive skills - go for it.
You have been warned.
Now, this wouldn't be a problem if I was going down to do a medical Spanish immersion course like other smart people. But remember, hombres, I frequently ride the short bus. I'm going down as part of an international medicine elective. They expect me to already know Spanish.
Doh!
So I've bought Spanish in 10 Minutes a Day and Spanish for Health Care Professionals. The 10 Minutes book is quite cool - it comes with stickies you put around your house on stuff to help you learn vocabulary.
So far I can ask such thrilling questions like - ¿Quien es? (Who is it?) and ¿Cuarto es? (How much is it?) I've also learned that one of my friends from college is named Olivia Curtain, if you translate her last name. Who knew?
Which will really help me deal with that 3 year old well child visit... um, NOT. But at least now I can look stupid in three languages! Awesome.
On a completely different note, I've discovered a new source of fun - The Student Doctor Network! Now, I'm no longer a student doctor, ya'll. I'm an actual doctor. (No really!) (I swear!) But SDN does have forums for those of us in residency. Of course, my home forum - pediatrics - is kinda lame. But the emergency medicine forum is damn funny. The stickied threads definitely take the cake; especially the thread titled Things I Learn from my Patients. However, if you're offended by members of the healthcare workforce blowing off steam and complaining about the stupid stuff patients occasionally (or frequently, depending on the patient) do, or if you are easily offended in general - don't go looking at that thread. If you understand that humor is a coping mechanism, and is actually considered one of the healthier adaptive skills - go for it.
You have been warned.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Six degrees of Kevin Bacon...
Or in my case, four. Ya'll remember, I assume, the craze of yester-year - how everyone in Hollywood could be associated with Kevin Bacon within six degrees of separation - AKA Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. This means that everyone I know is connected to Kevin Bacon within five degrees. Of course, those of us who know me AND my brother-in-law remain separated by only four degrees.
There have been arguments in the literature that the world is really just 'small world' or a series of small worlds contained in the larger geographic world. Multiple studies have been done, and really, the research isn't all that bulletproof. But six degrees of separation did emerge as the mean value between people within related communities.
But anyway, I have ties to Hollywood! Here it is:
- my brother-in-law went to high school with Jamie Foxx
- Jamie Foxx was in Collateral with Tom Cruise
- Tom Cruise was in A Few Good Men with Kevin Bacon
And just to make your reading pleasure greater, I've hooked each celebrity name up with a different link. That way, you can research all aspects of Baconhood, Foxxhood or Cruisedom!
Will the excitement never end?!?
There have been arguments in the literature that the world is really just 'small world' or a series of small worlds contained in the larger geographic world. Multiple studies have been done, and really, the research isn't all that bulletproof. But six degrees of separation did emerge as the mean value between people within related communities.
But anyway, I have ties to Hollywood! Here it is:
- my brother-in-law went to high school with Jamie Foxx
- Jamie Foxx was in Collateral with Tom Cruise
- Tom Cruise was in A Few Good Men with Kevin Bacon
And just to make your reading pleasure greater, I've hooked each celebrity name up with a different link. That way, you can research all aspects of Baconhood, Foxxhood or Cruisedom!
Will the excitement never end?!?
Monday, March 06, 2006
I wish I was funny... or at least popular
Okay, my life is good. I don't really have any reason to complain... but I'm going to anyway.
I wish I had one of thos blogs that folks actually read. I wish I was funny.
'Cause I'm not - I'm clever, and sometimes whiney (is that spelled with or without the e? I don't know!), but not funny. It doesn't help that I think my life is boring, and I frequently have no clue what to write.
I think this blog might do better if I wrote longer posts... but my ADD won't really let me. I just can't concentrate long enough to create posts longer than about a screen. I know, I know, I don't fit the full DSM-IV criteria for adult ADD, but still.
Really, I have no reason to complain. I started this blog so that I would write - a pastime my profession doesn't encourage. Writing is for wussies - real doctors use abbreviations, super-microsized handwriting and sentences without conjunctions. I once swore I would never write like that... but I do. Routinely. Just for poops and giggles, I'm going to make up a fake history and physical below in docta-speak... so ya'll know how horrible doctor writing acutally is.
CC: fever
HPI: Pt isa 4 yo HA female (not written, but done as the symbol) c PMHx of sepsis presents c 4d cough, fever and sob. Denies nightsweats, chills, n/v/d, decr. po, decr. uop + malaise.
ROS neg x above
FHx = asthma, CAD, HTN, DM
SHx = daycare
PE (vitals listed first... then)
Gen - nontoxic, uncomfortable
HEENT - NCAT, EOMI, PERRLA, TM's clear B, MMM, OP clear, neck supple
Chest - CTA B, RRR no m/r/g
Abdom - +BS, soft, NT/ND, no HSM
Ext - wwp
GU - Tanner I, double down
Labs - none
Radiology - CXR shows RML infiltrate
A/P 4 yo female with pna
- cefurox x 10 days
- f/u with PCP
Yeah - so writing isn't my forte anymore. But damn it, with this blog I will become eloquent once again.
If it kills me!
I wish I had one of thos blogs that folks actually read. I wish I was funny.
'Cause I'm not - I'm clever, and sometimes whiney (is that spelled with or without the e? I don't know!), but not funny. It doesn't help that I think my life is boring, and I frequently have no clue what to write.
I think this blog might do better if I wrote longer posts... but my ADD won't really let me. I just can't concentrate long enough to create posts longer than about a screen. I know, I know, I don't fit the full DSM-IV criteria for adult ADD, but still.
Really, I have no reason to complain. I started this blog so that I would write - a pastime my profession doesn't encourage. Writing is for wussies - real doctors use abbreviations, super-microsized handwriting and sentences without conjunctions. I once swore I would never write like that... but I do. Routinely. Just for poops and giggles, I'm going to make up a fake history and physical below in docta-speak... so ya'll know how horrible doctor writing acutally is.
CC: fever
HPI: Pt isa 4 yo HA female (not written, but done as the symbol) c PMHx of sepsis presents c 4d cough, fever and sob. Denies nightsweats, chills, n/v/d, decr. po, decr. uop + malaise.
ROS neg x above
FHx = asthma, CAD, HTN, DM
SHx = daycare
PE (vitals listed first... then)
Gen - nontoxic, uncomfortable
HEENT - NCAT, EOMI, PERRLA, TM's clear B, MMM, OP clear, neck supple
Chest - CTA B, RRR no m/r/g
Abdom - +BS, soft, NT/ND, no HSM
Ext - wwp
GU - Tanner I, double down
Labs - none
Radiology - CXR shows RML infiltrate
A/P 4 yo female with pna
- cefurox x 10 days
- f/u with PCP
Yeah - so writing isn't my forte anymore. But damn it, with this blog I will become eloquent once again.
If it kills me!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
People are dumb, um-kay...
I don't know why people with chronic, low-acuity problems seem to think that the ER is the best place to get answers. Why do folks think that, at 2pm on a Tuesday (or 3am on a Friday or whatever) doctors will suddenly have the magic bullet pill that will solve the patient's three year history of chronic recurrent abdominal pain most likely caused by an excess of shit and a paucity of fiber?
Why, why, why?!?
But such is life in the ER.
On the other hand, why do otherwise well intentioned but overworked public school officials think that medication all children will solve all discipline problems? And why do these same school principals get upset when, after sending the child to the ER (ya know, where we treat life-threatening emergencies), the ER docs are only able to rule out the stuff that might kill the child quickly (ya know, like emergent medical or pyschiatric problems)? No responsible physicain is going to hand out Ritalin from the ER!!! Just. Not Right.
Yargh. But hey, no one died in the ER today, so it was a good day.
Why, why, why?!?
But such is life in the ER.
On the other hand, why do otherwise well intentioned but overworked public school officials think that medication all children will solve all discipline problems? And why do these same school principals get upset when, after sending the child to the ER (ya know, where we treat life-threatening emergencies), the ER docs are only able to rule out the stuff that might kill the child quickly (ya know, like emergent medical or pyschiatric problems)? No responsible physicain is going to hand out Ritalin from the ER!!! Just. Not Right.
Yargh. But hey, no one died in the ER today, so it was a good day.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
We Won!
Hubby and I decided to go out to a nice neighborhood pub to have a beer. Just to meet some folks who, well, never showed up.
But that's okay.
'Cause we won stuff.
What did we win? A raffle. A raffle we didn't even pay to enter. The folks just down the bar from us knew they were leaving before the raffle draw and gave us their stubbs.
Yeah - and we won.
Again - what did we win? A New Belgium Brewery bike. Yeah - we won a bike. How cool is that?
But that's okay.
'Cause we won stuff.
What did we win? A raffle. A raffle we didn't even pay to enter. The folks just down the bar from us knew they were leaving before the raffle draw and gave us their stubbs.
Yeah - and we won.
Again - what did we win? A New Belgium Brewery bike. Yeah - we won a bike. How cool is that?
Monday, February 27, 2006
Oh Lord, it's official
Yet again, money flows like water from my hands. This time, to two super scary institutions - the NBME and the American Board of Pediatrics. Holy shit, it's official. I'm taking the last two major exams required to be a REAL DOCTOR within the next year. Which means, but the end of 2006, I'll be a REAL DOCTOR.
Now, I'm sorta a real doctor now. I make medical decisions, I talk to parents about options, I prescribe drugs, I correct the mistakes and misconceptions of more junior doctors and I intervene without asking for advice... sometimes. But damn, that's still different. Sorta like the difference between living in a dorm in college, then living completely outside of the safety net in a normal apartment. Only way more so.
Like, WAY.
I think the fees really bring the message home. I just dropped $2,000 - that's right, two grand. And it's not like I got an advance on my mucho dinero attending-style job that I landed for next year. Oh no - this is from the same budget that barely covers the mortage and booze for the month.
Awesome.
So today I went to the coffee shop and studied like I haven't studied since 2003 (the year I graduated from medical school, peeps.) This is serious - cause I am NOT taking this shit again. Nope nope nope.
Real life is a bitch, ain't it?
Now, I'm sorta a real doctor now. I make medical decisions, I talk to parents about options, I prescribe drugs, I correct the mistakes and misconceptions of more junior doctors and I intervene without asking for advice... sometimes. But damn, that's still different. Sorta like the difference between living in a dorm in college, then living completely outside of the safety net in a normal apartment. Only way more so.
Like, WAY.
I think the fees really bring the message home. I just dropped $2,000 - that's right, two grand. And it's not like I got an advance on my mucho dinero attending-style job that I landed for next year. Oh no - this is from the same budget that barely covers the mortage and booze for the month.
Awesome.
So today I went to the coffee shop and studied like I haven't studied since 2003 (the year I graduated from medical school, peeps.) This is serious - cause I am NOT taking this shit again. Nope nope nope.
Real life is a bitch, ain't it?
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Universal experiences
It doesn't matter what specialty we're in, all residents share a common experience. My favorite is the following, "That's against policy."
What policy? Where is (insert Shatner-esque pause here) this policy? Can I see (pause) this policy. And yeah, I know, even if the RN can't produce the mysterious policy, she won't do what you ask anyway. Just in case the order does violate the policy.
This is why I end up stealing things to better patient care. There is a policy at the community hospital that no bedside testing can happen anywhere (except the ER). I mean, I can't even dip a urine in the freaking NICU or PICU.
Yeah, so, when I'm senior in the NICU I run down to the ER, steal a bottle of urine dipsticks and carry them around. Need to know if that kid with short gut is malabsorbing and that's why he's fussy and distended? Dip the ostomy output! I just saved the patient a full sepsis workup and serial X-rays. Yay me!
All 'cause my residency has taught me to lie, cheat and steal. Awesome.
And while you're at it, check out www.pushfluids.com. They're funny.
What policy? Where is (insert Shatner-esque pause here) this policy? Can I see (pause) this policy. And yeah, I know, even if the RN can't produce the mysterious policy, she won't do what you ask anyway. Just in case the order does violate the policy.
This is why I end up stealing things to better patient care. There is a policy at the community hospital that no bedside testing can happen anywhere (except the ER). I mean, I can't even dip a urine in the freaking NICU or PICU.
Yeah, so, when I'm senior in the NICU I run down to the ER, steal a bottle of urine dipsticks and carry them around. Need to know if that kid with short gut is malabsorbing and that's why he's fussy and distended? Dip the ostomy output! I just saved the patient a full sepsis workup and serial X-rays. Yay me!
All 'cause my residency has taught me to lie, cheat and steal. Awesome.
And while you're at it, check out www.pushfluids.com. They're funny.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Empty Net!
Those of you who know me already know what I'm gonna write about from the title alone. Those who don't, well, if you don't want to hear about the state of my pelvis and hypothalamic-pituitary-ovarian axis, just stop reading now.
I've spent the last third of my life avoiding uterine parasites, i.e. pregnancy. Barriers, hormones and foreign bodies have all played a role... until yesterday. And it feels very bizzarre. I almost feel naked - like I'm not wearing pants or something. (Of note, I had one of those showing-up-for-a-test-naked dreams last night. Related? Nah. Never!)
The OB visit itself was weird. The hubbie and I are sitting there listening to the doc 'prescribe' sex every other day. I don't know what other couples think, but it was kind of a turn off. "Hey honey, we haven't had sex for 36 hours, we MUST have sex in the next twelve hours or I'll miss my next my sperm dose." Blargh. Sperm isn't like an antibiotic, people! The fabulous husband shouldn't be reduced to a sperm donor - he's worth more than that and he's definitely much sexier as a person than as a sperm delivery system.
If we don't have sex every 48 hours, do I have to fill out a missed medication form? Or does he? One of us would if I was a hospitalized patient... I guess I'm glad that I don't bring my work home with me! (Har - bad joke, I know, but hey - I'm a dork.)
I've spent the last third of my life avoiding uterine parasites, i.e. pregnancy. Barriers, hormones and foreign bodies have all played a role... until yesterday. And it feels very bizzarre. I almost feel naked - like I'm not wearing pants or something. (Of note, I had one of those showing-up-for-a-test-naked dreams last night. Related? Nah. Never!)
The OB visit itself was weird. The hubbie and I are sitting there listening to the doc 'prescribe' sex every other day. I don't know what other couples think, but it was kind of a turn off. "Hey honey, we haven't had sex for 36 hours, we MUST have sex in the next twelve hours or I'll miss my next my sperm dose." Blargh. Sperm isn't like an antibiotic, people! The fabulous husband shouldn't be reduced to a sperm donor - he's worth more than that and he's definitely much sexier as a person than as a sperm delivery system.
If we don't have sex every 48 hours, do I have to fill out a missed medication form? Or does he? One of us would if I was a hospitalized patient... I guess I'm glad that I don't bring my work home with me! (Har - bad joke, I know, but hey - I'm a dork.)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Mindsets
So, when you expect to do something easy and brainless... and then the rules change, your day is thrown off.
Of course, I really don't mean to speak in the second person. I mean to speak about me.
I had a day today, when I thought all I had to do was secretarial shyte. And then suddenly, I had to take care of really sick kids. ICU style kids. Blargh. The brain stutters.
But ultimately, the kids and I will be alright. Aww yeah.
Of course, I really don't mean to speak in the second person. I mean to speak about me.
I had a day today, when I thought all I had to do was secretarial shyte. And then suddenly, I had to take care of really sick kids. ICU style kids. Blargh. The brain stutters.
But ultimately, the kids and I will be alright. Aww yeah.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
All cultured and stuff! (And neon excretions of bizarre origin.)
Well, we had a weekend of culture. The first in a while.
Normally, I'm the kind of gal that likes to go to the mega-plex and watch testosterone-laden men to blow stuff up. Or watch sexy muscular women like Mila Jovovich or Michelle Yoh blow stuff up.
But not this weekend.
We started out by by bowling. I know, I know, not high culture. But hey, cheesy American culture isn't something we indulge in often. Then there was the Basquiat. Yes, I actually went to see art. Real art - the kind actual art critics actually write about. Normally, I avoid this stuff like the plague. 'Cause hey - I'm crass. But this was fun. It helped that copious amounts of booze and music by DJ Grandmaster Flash. It was the biggest party I have ever attended. The entire Houston Museum of Fine Arts was packed with hipsters - and these people were stupid enough to let me in! Hah! We came, we saw and we conquered. Very cool.
Next was Japanese drumming. Not only is that multicultural, which makes it intrinsically cool, but we also knew someone in the group. How cool is that? Taiko is definitely fun to watch. The drumming was awesome and the visuals were very cool. At one point, the drummers held these massive drums between their knees while lying on the floor. They then flexed their abdominal muscles to rear up and beat the drums. So very cool.
A good weekend all-around, topped off by some free booze from my boss and a game of Settlers with good friends. But now on to other topics...
My pee has turned neon yellow. Ya know that ever-so-slightly greenish neon yellow of the mid-1980's? Yeah, that's my pee. Before it was routine yellow of urine. As with any urine, it fluctuated between yellow and dark yellow with my relative state of hydration. Now it is just neon. Why, you ask? As a doctor, am I clueless why this has happened to me?
No, my friends, I am not.
It's my damn vitamins.
I've been a good little breeder and started taking prenatal vitamins well before getting pregnant. I got my vitamins from Central Market, an upscale tree-hugging (but excellent) supermarket nearby. My vitamins include the standard neccesary ingredients for prenatal health... but they also include various foodstuffs like spirulina, wheat grass, barley grass and alfalfa (leaf) juice concentrate.
So yeah, my pee is straight out of a bad 80's movie. But I need the vitamins. What is a girl supposed to do? The answer - suck it up!
Normally, I'm the kind of gal that likes to go to the mega-plex and watch testosterone-laden men to blow stuff up. Or watch sexy muscular women like Mila Jovovich or Michelle Yoh blow stuff up.
But not this weekend.
We started out by by bowling. I know, I know, not high culture. But hey, cheesy American culture isn't something we indulge in often. Then there was the Basquiat. Yes, I actually went to see art. Real art - the kind actual art critics actually write about. Normally, I avoid this stuff like the plague. 'Cause hey - I'm crass. But this was fun. It helped that copious amounts of booze and music by DJ Grandmaster Flash. It was the biggest party I have ever attended. The entire Houston Museum of Fine Arts was packed with hipsters - and these people were stupid enough to let me in! Hah! We came, we saw and we conquered. Very cool.
Next was Japanese drumming. Not only is that multicultural, which makes it intrinsically cool, but we also knew someone in the group. How cool is that? Taiko is definitely fun to watch. The drumming was awesome and the visuals were very cool. At one point, the drummers held these massive drums between their knees while lying on the floor. They then flexed their abdominal muscles to rear up and beat the drums. So very cool.
A good weekend all-around, topped off by some free booze from my boss and a game of Settlers with good friends. But now on to other topics...
My pee has turned neon yellow. Ya know that ever-so-slightly greenish neon yellow of the mid-1980's? Yeah, that's my pee. Before it was routine yellow of urine. As with any urine, it fluctuated between yellow and dark yellow with my relative state of hydration. Now it is just neon. Why, you ask? As a doctor, am I clueless why this has happened to me?
No, my friends, I am not.
It's my damn vitamins.
I've been a good little breeder and started taking prenatal vitamins well before getting pregnant. I got my vitamins from Central Market, an upscale tree-hugging (but excellent) supermarket nearby. My vitamins include the standard neccesary ingredients for prenatal health... but they also include various foodstuffs like spirulina, wheat grass, barley grass and alfalfa (leaf) juice concentrate.
So yeah, my pee is straight out of a bad 80's movie. But I need the vitamins. What is a girl supposed to do? The answer - suck it up!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Tagged again
Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life:
- coffee shop girl
- chemistry lab gofer
- secretarial temp
- doctor
Four Movies You Could Watch Over And Over:
- Serenity
- Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2
- Sin City
- X-men 1 & 2
(Okay, that's six, but sequels and two part movies don't count, damn it!)
Four Places You’ve Lived:
- St. Louis, MO
- Bonstetten, Switzerland (near Zurich)
- Boston, MA
- Houston, TX
Four TV Shows You Love To Watch:
- Firefly
- Dirty Jobs
- Mythbusters
- Good Eats
Four Places You’ve Been On Holiday:
- Steamboat Springs, CO
- New York, NY
- Whistler-Blackcomb, BC
- Rome, Italy
Four Blogs You Visit Daily:
- The Texpatriate
- Go Fug Yourself
- blogography
- Weenie
Four Of Your Favorite Foods:
- wild mushroom rissotto
- filet mignon
- lamb shanks from the Blue Room in Boston
- Ted Drewes frozen custard in St. Louis
Four Places You’d Rather Be:
- Steamboat Springs, CO
- Boston, MA
- my bed
- Kilkenny, Ireland
Four Albums You Can’t Live Without:
- NIN, Broken
- Unwritten Law, Here's to the Mourning
- Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville
- Ray Corvair Trio, Slick 50
Four Vehicles I’ve Owned:
- 1993 Dodge Dakota 4x2 pickup truck - that sucker could fishtail like nothin' else!
- 1986 Toyota Camry
- 1999 GTI VR6
- 2002 Subaru WRX wagon
Now, if I can just get the stinking intern to sign out, I would be able to go home. And nap. Which would be good.
- coffee shop girl
- chemistry lab gofer
- secretarial temp
- doctor
Four Movies You Could Watch Over And Over:
- Serenity
- Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2
- Sin City
- X-men 1 & 2
(Okay, that's six, but sequels and two part movies don't count, damn it!)
Four Places You’ve Lived:
- St. Louis, MO
- Bonstetten, Switzerland (near Zurich)
- Boston, MA
- Houston, TX
Four TV Shows You Love To Watch:
- Firefly
- Dirty Jobs
- Mythbusters
- Good Eats
Four Places You’ve Been On Holiday:
- Steamboat Springs, CO
- New York, NY
- Whistler-Blackcomb, BC
- Rome, Italy
Four Blogs You Visit Daily:
- The Texpatriate
- Go Fug Yourself
- blogography
- Weenie
Four Of Your Favorite Foods:
- wild mushroom rissotto
- filet mignon
- lamb shanks from the Blue Room in Boston
- Ted Drewes frozen custard in St. Louis
Four Places You’d Rather Be:
- Steamboat Springs, CO
- Boston, MA
- my bed
- Kilkenny, Ireland
Four Albums You Can’t Live Without:
- NIN, Broken
- Unwritten Law, Here's to the Mourning
- Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville
- Ray Corvair Trio, Slick 50
Four Vehicles I’ve Owned:
- 1993 Dodge Dakota 4x2 pickup truck - that sucker could fishtail like nothin' else!
- 1986 Toyota Camry
- 1999 GTI VR6
- 2002 Subaru WRX wagon
Now, if I can just get the stinking intern to sign out, I would be able to go home. And nap. Which would be good.
Friday, February 03, 2006
The Goodness of Jhonen Vasquez
Now, I'm not saying Jhonen is going to win any of the same awards as Mother Teresa. But I love the man. He's goth, he's ridiculous, he was successful, and I'm pretty damn sure he's not obese. What more does a girl need?
(Besides 5'5" of computer programmin' lovin' that is.)
Anyway, Jhonen did a cartoon series for Nickelodeon a while back that is just as sick and twisted as his original comic book work. It was called Invader Zim. I've always wondered how the f*ck JV managed to get the child friendly folks over at Nick to agree to this show. It doesn't have the murder that Johnny the Homicidal Maniac posessed, but it wasn't exactly, well, sane.
(On a side note, JTHM is just about the sickest graphic novel I've ever read. The casual and hilarious violence is totally appalling if you stop to think about it. Which is why I don't.)
The whole premise of Invader Zim is based on the idea that every society has a loser - a big pink Twinkie sucking loser. Someone so dumb they can't even be trusted to empty the trash. Now imagine a race of people so eveolved that they have stopped fighting each other and everyone is united under a single goal - the utter domination of the rest of the universe.
Okay - now understand that the protagonist of Invader Zim is the utter idiot of his society. He's considered so dumb that he's sent off to conquer the least significant planet in the galaxy... Earth. Just to get him out of the way, ya know.
Hilarity ensues.
Trust me, watch it at 8:30pm on Nick. It's so worth it!
(Besides 5'5" of computer programmin' lovin' that is.)
Anyway, Jhonen did a cartoon series for Nickelodeon a while back that is just as sick and twisted as his original comic book work. It was called Invader Zim. I've always wondered how the f*ck JV managed to get the child friendly folks over at Nick to agree to this show. It doesn't have the murder that Johnny the Homicidal Maniac posessed, but it wasn't exactly, well, sane.
(On a side note, JTHM is just about the sickest graphic novel I've ever read. The casual and hilarious violence is totally appalling if you stop to think about it. Which is why I don't.)
The whole premise of Invader Zim is based on the idea that every society has a loser - a big pink Twinkie sucking loser. Someone so dumb they can't even be trusted to empty the trash. Now imagine a race of people so eveolved that they have stopped fighting each other and everyone is united under a single goal - the utter domination of the rest of the universe.
Okay - now understand that the protagonist of Invader Zim is the utter idiot of his society. He's considered so dumb that he's sent off to conquer the least significant planet in the galaxy... Earth. Just to get him out of the way, ya know.
Hilarity ensues.
Trust me, watch it at 8:30pm on Nick. It's so worth it!
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Stealing again
Stealing a MEME from Karla who stole it too. Aww yeah!
A - Accent: I've actually somewhat of a vocal chameleon; at its roots my accent is midwestern, but there are liberal doses of Boston (Baw-ston) and Houston thrown in. With a little bit of lowland Scots.
B - Breakfast: Not so much. A latte, at most.
C - Chore you hate: Mopping. When employed as a camp counselor, I used to do Whippets to get over the pain of mopping. When I worked at a coffee shop, I would offer to clean the fridge (which was truly truly nasty - ask anyone who've every worked food service, they'll tell you!) to get out of mopping. Now I have a machine that mops. Mildly better.
D - Dad's name: B. Clare. Don't ask me what the B. stands for.
E - Essential everyday item: Coffee. Or maybe toilet paper.
F - Flavor ice cream: Ben & Jerry's cookie dough - yum.
G - Gold or silver? White gold, platinum or silver.
H - Hometown: St. Louis, MO
I - Insomnia: Not often. With my schedule, I pretty much sleep whenever my head hits the pillow.
J - Job title: Pedatric Resident.
K - Kids: Not yet - check back later.
L - Living arrangements: Townhome in one of the funky areas of Houston with my man (yes, I'll go girlfriend!), two cats and 20+ fish. And no, they don't eat each other. Well, the fish eat other fish, but the cats generally leave anything outside of the Felis silvestris catus alone. Unless, of course, they find a cockroach or a lizard. Them's good eats, damn it!
M - Mom's birthplace: Georgia or Michigan - honestly I'm not sure!
N - Number of significant others: I've loved three men - one with unrequited long distance passion, one with late teenage puppy love and one I'm still married to.
O - Overnight hospital stays: None yet. Reference K for future plans.
P - Phobia: Heights. I'm really trying to get over this one, but so far no go. George Bush.
Q - Queer?: No, but it would have been nice in college.
R - Religious affiliation: Atheist. I didn't go running back to 'God' when my dad died, so I figure that the athesim is going to stick.
S - Siblings: None by blood. I've known my best for 'round about 20 years, so we count each other as sisters.
T - Time you wake up: Next month 6am. Argh. But still civilized. Anything before 5:30am isn't civilized.
U - Unnatural haircolors you've worn: Blue, purple, red (think fire-engine), pink, yellow, blue.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Beets. I don't care if they are a natural source of sugar - they're nasty.
W - Worst habit: Forgetting to pay bills. Bad bad doctawife. Bad doctawife.
X - X-rays you've had: Dental (4 views), chest (2 views - showed viral process vs. RADE), right foot (three views with an obvious 5th metatarsal fracture ~ 4cm in length)
Y - Yummy: Coffee, risotto, my bread, beef, martinis, Wendy's crack nuggets, sushi, La Strada
Z - zodiac sign: Sagitarius, or Fire Dragon by the Chinese system. If I had been born in China, they would have left me out to die. Females aren't supposed to have that particular sign - makes 'em too aggressive.
Go figure.
A - Accent: I've actually somewhat of a vocal chameleon; at its roots my accent is midwestern, but there are liberal doses of Boston (Baw-ston) and Houston thrown in. With a little bit of lowland Scots.
B - Breakfast: Not so much. A latte, at most.
C - Chore you hate: Mopping. When employed as a camp counselor, I used to do Whippets to get over the pain of mopping. When I worked at a coffee shop, I would offer to clean the fridge (which was truly truly nasty - ask anyone who've every worked food service, they'll tell you!) to get out of mopping. Now I have a machine that mops. Mildly better.
D - Dad's name: B. Clare. Don't ask me what the B. stands for.
E - Essential everyday item: Coffee. Or maybe toilet paper.
F - Flavor ice cream: Ben & Jerry's cookie dough - yum.
G - Gold or silver? White gold, platinum or silver.
H - Hometown: St. Louis, MO
I - Insomnia: Not often. With my schedule, I pretty much sleep whenever my head hits the pillow.
J - Job title: Pedatric Resident.
K - Kids: Not yet - check back later.
L - Living arrangements: Townhome in one of the funky areas of Houston with my man (yes, I'll go girlfriend!), two cats and 20+ fish. And no, they don't eat each other. Well, the fish eat other fish, but the cats generally leave anything outside of the Felis silvestris catus alone. Unless, of course, they find a cockroach or a lizard. Them's good eats, damn it!
M - Mom's birthplace: Georgia or Michigan - honestly I'm not sure!
N - Number of significant others: I've loved three men - one with unrequited long distance passion, one with late teenage puppy love and one I'm still married to.
O - Overnight hospital stays: None yet. Reference K for future plans.
P - Phobia: Heights. I'm really trying to get over this one, but so far no go. George Bush.
Q - Queer?: No, but it would have been nice in college.
R - Religious affiliation: Atheist. I didn't go running back to 'God' when my dad died, so I figure that the athesim is going to stick.
S - Siblings: None by blood. I've known my best for 'round about 20 years, so we count each other as sisters.
T - Time you wake up: Next month 6am. Argh. But still civilized. Anything before 5:30am isn't civilized.
U - Unnatural haircolors you've worn: Blue, purple, red (think fire-engine), pink, yellow, blue.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Beets. I don't care if they are a natural source of sugar - they're nasty.
W - Worst habit: Forgetting to pay bills. Bad bad doctawife. Bad doctawife.
X - X-rays you've had: Dental (4 views), chest (2 views - showed viral process vs. RADE), right foot (three views with an obvious 5th metatarsal fracture ~ 4cm in length)
Y - Yummy: Coffee, risotto, my bread, beef, martinis, Wendy's crack nuggets, sushi, La Strada
Z - zodiac sign: Sagitarius, or Fire Dragon by the Chinese system. If I had been born in China, they would have left me out to die. Females aren't supposed to have that particular sign - makes 'em too aggressive.
Go figure.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
20$ Chucks!
And I don't mean chux, the lovely blue disposable towel of medical fame. I do mean Chucks, as in sneaker goodness. And for once, I really do love eBay.
Now, the coolio pink and black two tone Chucks may look very similar to the ones I have. But lo, beware young Jedi, for they are not. The tounge - it will be pink! And anyway, my current set of Chucks are downright sorry. The rubber piping is peeling from the side and the whoel dang pair is just dirty. DIRTY I tell you!
Now, I could have just bought it now for $23, but I stuck my neck out and put in a bid. I ended up winning the auction for $10 + $10 shipping - viola! $20 Chucks. Magic, I tell ya, magic!
Now, the coolio pink and black two tone Chucks may look very similar to the ones I have. But lo, beware young Jedi, for they are not. The tounge - it will be pink! And anyway, my current set of Chucks are downright sorry. The rubber piping is peeling from the side and the whoel dang pair is just dirty. DIRTY I tell you!
Now, I could have just bought it now for $23, but I stuck my neck out and put in a bid. I ended up winning the auction for $10 + $10 shipping - viola! $20 Chucks. Magic, I tell ya, magic!
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