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More about the weekend. We (my parents, Michael and Kara) went to the zoo yesterday afternoon. The disappointing aspect for Michael was that there were no giraffes. This was a bummer because they zoo sign emblem is giraffes! What's up with that??? False advertising. We should have demanded a refund.
However, there were lots of other exciting animals. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) his attention span was very short and as soon as he saw an animal - I mean, like, as soon as he laid eyes on it - he would say, "Let's go see the 'nother animal!" Even with his speedy perusal, it took 3 hours to see all the creatures. The grown-ups were worn out when all was said and done.

Kids are pretty cool, actually. At least good ones. I vowed at age 14 that I would probably love children if I bore them, but otherwise I was quite convinced that I was not made to take care of kids. Maybe I'm growing up some. Maybe it's hormones. Maybe Michael just is that cute. Hard to tell.

Weekend adventure - you'll get most of it from the pictures. My parents came for "Parent's Weekend" at the med school. And they were clever enough to bring my precious nephew, Michael, with them. He currently ranks among my all time favorite people. I'm sure you understand, as he is so cute! He's really fun, too. We went to a fancy dinner on Saturday night, and he looked quite sharp in his tie and vest.

I was pondering the sorts of things I would post here. A blog is actually quite different than a personal journal, I think. You want to write things other people would enjoy reading. I don't care if others enjoy what I write in my own journal; I simply have a compulsion to process my angst on paper. I daresay all my angst is 1. not what I want the world at large to know and 2. not necessarily entertaining/interesting.
Addendum to point 1. I'm not sure that I'm sharing it with the "world at large" as I suspect most folks who would visit are people I know. That can make it even harder to broadcast my thoughts.
Therefore, I suspect that my blog will look more like a story of my life, as in a chronicle of the events that I find worth relating or recording. My own journal is completely worthless in that regard. I almost never talk about the events of my day. I simply expunge my emotions on paper. So this should be emotion-free. : ) or not.

Post-call

Still at the hospital. I slept 4 hours on either end of the night, but was awake from 12-4. I don't think it's the best sleep pattern, but I can't complain. I'll get to go home once my patient has gotten his very important test this morning.
So, I had to give a presentation on Heparin-Induced Thrombocytopenia (it means your platelet count goes down when you've been on Heparin (a blood-thinner)). Anyway, my resident amuses me because he's so serious. But he's good natured, so he doesn't seem to mind that I poke fun at his seriousness. Halfway through my presentation I started laughing uncontrollably because I realized that my description of heparin sounded quite ridiculous, and it actually made his lips curl up at the edges. I felt quite gratified.

On Call

Welcome to my blog. Hah! I can't believe I'm doing this. A product of boredom? Perhaps. I've been writing my thoughts for years, but only recently (like yesterday) decided it would be fun to join the world of bloggers.

So, I'm "on call" today. Probably also a motivating factor in starting a "blogspot", as I have nothing to do right now but wait for some unfortunate fellow creature to have chest pain. When the chest pain begins, I will be busy; until then, I will be blogging. Cardiology is great stuff to learn, as it tends to cause a myriad of health problems. I'm not planning on being a heart doctor long term, however. Nope. My sites are set on the operating room. General Surgery! Which may mean this site will be obsolete once July begins. We shall see. As it is, it should be a fun experiment.