Shake & Bake, Baby

Talledega Nights. Will Ferrell. Obscene, yes. Funny - yes. You can't live here and not see it, really.

Watched "All the pretty horses" last night. I can't say that I really got it. It was pretty disturbing, actually. But I guess good in that depressing, sad, sort of way.

In other news, my parents will be here this evening.

In other, other news - men are a frustrating lot. One made me cry last night. Yup. All the way to tears. I guess that's not too hard, but I like to avoid it when possible. alas - good thing I can get my picture made with Ricky Bobby to assuage my grief.

tired. night float is officially over. woopee!
I am officially exhausted, but it doesn't matter because I can sleep all day if I want.

feel free to call during normal people free time hours from now on. except while I'm sleeping today. : )

the end is nigh

Night float ends tonight! I am VERY excited about that. It means I can talk to some of you during normal hours!
That said, it has been fun at times. I get to teach med students. It makes me feel like I know something.

FYI, if you have bad emphysema (also known as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), and you have oxygen flowing into your nose through a nasal cannula all the time, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, light a cigarrette. It will cause an explosion into your nostrils and possibly down into your airway, and you could be at risk for losing your airway (it may swell shut). A word to the wise - don't do it. The problem is most people with COPD are smokers and they cannot live with out extra oxygen or cigarrettes. It's an unfortunate dilemma. It seems like a really stupid thing to do, but addiction is a funny thing. Makes the knogin turn off sometimes. Maybe you should just stop smoking at an early age. Yeah. Do that.

ok. that's all. cheers!

Three dogs and a cat

The dogs are gone, which is kind of nice, but Jill is gone, too, which is a bummer. Jill is quite a lot of fun.

I was reading over my previous tirades and wanted to make an addendum: Some male surgeons can be jerks - for sure. But, women surgeons can be equally hard to work with in a different way. So, I will try to omit gender bias and simply recognize that some people make life more difficult, and occasionally it appears to be generated from a gender specific perspective.

Only one more week of night float...
The irony is that this month has been rather fortuitous for my social life rather than detrimental. Maybe it's just that men are more willing to ask for contact information between the hours of midnight at 6am. Maybe. Disinhibition or something.

There's a place in JC called the Electric Cowboy. There's a mechanical bull you can ride. I may swing by tomorrow evening. I'll let you know if I manage to stay on the bull.

Judith, morgen werde ich zeit haben, wenn du mochtest mich anzurufen.

wtf

I'm so tired.
Writing about my work is kind of sketch because there is patient privacy, and all. Not that I tell many details, but I feel like I should probably keep it on the DL. Unfortunately, my private life is on the mundane side, considering that I spend 90% of my time working.
Have I mentioned that I'm tired?
blood on my coat - that's usually not a good sign for whoever owned the blood in the first place. That happened last night, so I needed to wander about sans coat for the rest of the night. I think I looked tough. : )
I got an IJ without supervision. That's an internal jugular central venous catheter to the uninitiated. Pretty cool, really.
non-working world:not so interesting - i miss talking to my friends on the phone.
now I shall sleep.

tired...

Life in the fast lane - we had many trauma patients thursday night. It was wild. It's hard to keep all that organized. I put in staples/stitches into 3 of them.

I had today off! I went on a beautiful hike with Jill. Really, you guys should come visit. I live in a gorgeous place. We hiked beside a creek that culminated in a lovely waterfall. Jill saw a bear! The dogs had chased it away by the time I looked in the right direction.

Now I must sleep. Tomorrow is a 23 hour shift of constant motion. phew! "even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall, but those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength..."

Boy in the Bay

So I met a total cutie in the trauma bay the other night. He asked me out! Hah! Granted, he had hit his head hard enough to cause a few small bleeds in his brain, and open his scalp about 5 inches, and he was on large doses of morphine at the time, but I like to think he was fully aware that I was the hottest girl he'd met in ages. : ) I'm pretty much irresistible in scrubs after I've been at work for about 8 hours. It's about time someone noticed. = )

It did make the night more fun.

night float

That's my title this month "night float." It's a lot like being Night Rider, except I don't get the cool car. Just kidding. It can be interesting. It can also feel quite overwhelming. For the first part of last night, my to do list just kept getting longer, and I wasn't sure when I would actually get something done. And sometimes things happen that get your adrenaline rushing, like patient's are really sick and you need to so something fast to make sure they get better rather than worse. It's kind of scary - but I'm learning.

I think I actually distance myself too much from the patients sometimes, like I know I don't have enough emotional energy for them all, so I try not to exert too much for any. That's not so good.

There was a young woman, 24 years old, who needed a procedure done, and I kept thinking she was so young and childlike. Then I learned that she was married and had a kid! omy! That made me feel old! It also made me think I might be mature enough to have a kid someday. I realize you don't have to pass a maturity test to bear and/raise a child, but it sort of seems like you should.

This is tangential because I've been up all night, then I went for a swim, and now I'm winding down so I can sleep. I think being up this much makes me feel dopey. Good thing I'm not at the hospital anymore.