Friday, November 28, 2008

on with the party

Thanksgiving break has been totally awesome. We spent an early thanksgiving at my mom's house the weekend before the real deal because my entire family is visiting my little sister Erin in Spain right now. Their loss, because it means I got TWO thanksgivings within one week--one at home in Austin and then one in Plano with E's family. Both were delicious.

Here's E trying on an awesome hat in Austin. Because if one graphic is good, more are better. and more awesome.

On Wednesday night we went up to Addison to Pete's piano bar to meet up with E's brother and friends. muuucho fun. And for the record, 3/4 of this picture was staged, and 1/4 was spontaneous. try to guess what's what. Hint: I'm not sure who that other chick is. The one who isn't me.

And the obligatory make everyone jealous of our love picture. yes we're disgusting. much like these goobers.

I'll have to admit that I'm not all that excited to go back to work tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I still want to be a surgeon and love surgery, but it feels more like this rotation is testing my ability to sit around and wait for things that may or may not happen when you've finished all your actual work at 9 am and then have to wait around for a possible meeting at 2:00. Just saying. Plus vacation feels too good.

Thursday, November 20, 2008


My sister Shannon tagged me. This is my first tagging experience, except for this one time in college when I tagged a bridge with spray paint to advertise for my sorority's bid day party. (yes I was in a sorority... little known fact. I quit after a month because I was too busy for it and all the people I wanted to see in it I saw every day at rowing practice anyways). But my sister Shannon tagged me to list six things for which I am thankful. So heeere goes! In no particular order. Actually, in the order in which I could find a corresponding image on my computer.

My sisters. They (along with my mom) are the first people I call with good news. They're there for me to vent to if I've had a terrible day. Shannon has always been the gorgeous older sister who I looked up to so I could know how to be cool and awesome like her. Now she's a sounding board for me to bounce thoughts off of and she always makes me feel better when I'm overwhelmed. Plus she's just about the best mother I've ever seen, and I'm going to be hard-pressed to have a cuter baby than hers. Erin is a sweetheart, a smart-ass, and she isn't afraid to be goofy. I stole her identity when I accidentally became athletic at the age of 15 (I was supposed to be the artsy one, and she the athletic). She retaliated by beating me on her SAT and letting me know at 6:30 in the morning. They're both gorgeous and talented and sometimes I think I'm just lucky if I keep up with them!

My parents. I thank God that I was blessed with such loving and wonderful parents. I never had a doubt in my mind that they loved me absolutely. My mom was also my friend whenever I was having trouble making new ones. She was there to listen to me and to reassure me that things improved after getting through the angst of 13 years old (let's be honest... my awkward stage lasted from about 11 to maybe 18. or 19. I'm actually not sure if I'm out of it yet). She inspires me still to try new things and to push my own boundaries, and is a constant supportive presence in my life. My dad was one of the most wonderful men in the world. I like to think that I inherited a big part of his personality... the world lost him too soon, but I hope that his positive attributes can live on through me.

E. When I was younger, I made a list of attributes that I wanted in my dream man. I recently looked back at it and laughed, because all of the attributes had been fulfilled so completely, plus thirty thousand other little things that I thought would be too much to ask for, or that I never thought to hope for but for that reason are even greater. He brings me flowers, he makes me tea when I'm sick, and he tells me I'm beautiful when I've just gone thirty hours straight in the trauma hall with no sleep. He is one of the best people I've ever met, and knowing him makes me want to be a better person.

Texas. I love this state. I've lived here with brief pauses for school and other nonsense for 20 years. It is in my soul. I understand it. I'll be sad if I have to move away. I know this one is weird, but I really do love Texas. It's God's country.

FUMC Dallas. It's just an awesome church with real people who are welcoming and thoughtful and non-pretentious. And they don't dumb down God to suit the tastes of the masses. They challenge me to become a better person, but at the same time I'm brought an enormous amount of peace by the services. And it's visually stunning.

and last, Medicine. There are a couple of medicines that have changed my life drastically when I needed them (prilosec, zoloft, singulair are the first that come to mind). They're just really convenient and awesome. I love medicines. And I will be practicing medicine... or rather surgery... but kind of the same.

I think that's my obligate six. I'm going to go take a nap now because I'm still sick and I've been chugging day-quil all day, then today as I was leaving work I got hit on in the elevator by a clown in full clown garb. I wondered if he would have been so bold outside of his makeup. I think not. Those clowns ALWAYS harass me. last time one tried to give me a red foam nose.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

icky sicky

Surgery's grueling schedule is finally catching up with me. it turns out that getting one hour of sleep every third night is actually terrible for you...all of the people on my team are getting sick, including me. Today I skipped my last lecture and went home to crawl into bed. I have call again tomorrow. ugh. Plus one of my patients decided to start hallucinating last night and so he can't be discharged as previously planned, which is kind of not awesome.

Saturday night E and I went to dinner and to the symphony (I can get wicked deals on tickets from school). We went to a place called Cafe R + D and it was fantastic. Very small menu, but everything done perfectly. We had some mango-tuna sushi, some deviled eggs, and then I had the center cut filet and E had some pan-fried sea bass (of course the waiter got confused and couldn't understand why the woman got the beef and the man got the fish... it completely blew his mind). Next time I go I'm going to try the shitake mushroom meatloaf. I also had a Manhattan for the first time ever, and think I may have found my new favorite cocktail. I have a tendency to like drinks from the 1950s, when smoking was good for you, everyone knocked back a few cocktails when they got home from work and then had a nightcap after dinner. None of this cosmo bullshit. Give me something from the days when hard liquor was considered wholesome.
Due to our lingering dinner we missed the first half of the symphony (or rather, heard it from bar area). We didn't mind too much, and the part we did see was wonderful. I don't pretend to know a lot about classical music, but I do enjoy occasionally pretending like I have some class. Here's a picture of me and E while we were waiting to be able to go in:

Something else I had to talk about: the other day I went to the grocery store at around 2:30 AM to grab a giant German Chocolate cake (cause I got it like that!) and stumbled across...

an idiot's guide to prayer and devotion? I know it's a series and all, but really? First of all, idiots generally don't look for ways to more deeply explore their faith; they're too busy judging you. Secondly, why is there a devotional at the Tom Thumb checkout counter, and third, Devotion for idiots? seriously? The only worse book I've seen is "The complete idiot's guide to adoption". How'd you like it if you found that on your parent's bookshelf?

Shannon, Ben and Anna came into town this past weekend to go to SMU homecoming. I gave Anna her birthday present finally (a child-sized purse filled with goodies s.a. old sunglasses, toys with bells in them, an old cell phone, a comb, and library cards). She was in H-E-A-V-E-N! Here's a picture of the little goose playing with her present. Oh and PS the toys with bells are actually meant for cats, but she loved them more than any other thing in there.

I'm going back to bed now with a large glass of OJ and some positive thoughts. I WILL heal myself!

Friday, November 7, 2008

My life

my life is ridiculously busy and exhausting and also awesome and fun and exciting. Last night I got to suture someone's face who had been cut up as she was leaving a bar. It was pretty cool. And I also got to help put in a tracheostomy in an ICU patient, which was nothing at all what I expected (much more controlled and methodical, which is I guess reassuring but not as cool as just sticking a pen into someone's throat).
Things I've learned at work: Sleep when you can, eat when you can, pee when you can. And the fourth, lesser-known rule of surgery--never eat anything bigger than your head after midnight. It will make you crash and burn at a time when you're already deprived as hell of sleep and drinking caffeine only works up to a certain point. e.g. today as I was writing patient notes I kept on falling asleep and ended up with ink blotches on the paper. And I had to initial next to each blotch, in order to say "yes, I indeed made a mistake here, and I'm admitting to it".
Outside of school, I've been spending most of my time with E. We've decided to be one of those disgustingly happy couples that make other people jealous and just a little bit nauseated. It's working out quite well. It's as comfortable as being by myself but way more exciting and stimulating and fun. I should have known...I got a fortune cookie three days before our first date that said "the one you love is closer than you think". Score AGAIN for correct fortune cookie fortunes!

***Update: I just learned the fifth rule of surgery; "Don't F@#! with the pancreas". Unless absolutely necessary. leave it alone.