Holy Smokes!!!!

Central Market has smoked turkey legs next to their rotisserie chickens. how did I not know about this prior to today? it's one of my favorite foods but I think partly because you can only buy it at random places like fairs and sometimes football games. I never imagined that I would be able to sit in the comfort of my own home and devour this delectable delight (maybe I did it in front of my computer... and maybe my keyboard is a little greasy now... so sue me. E's out of town visiting his sick grandpa and I've been pretty blue. I'm probably going to finish a pint of ice cream later. want to judge me on that too? I'm also drinking a beer by myself. Out of the bottle. it's fantastic. These are some of the little things that help me through my day.)

petty complaint?

people have a habit of treating medical students like poo. the best we usually can do is stay under the radar, do a pretty decent job, and try not to piss anyone off. Our time is not important. example: today I was supposed to be finished by 12:30. For some of my colleagues, it was their day off. but the attending decided at 11:00 that we're all going to meet at 3 pm for unknown reasons (probably having to do with him passing on wondrous knowledge). One of the guys I work with lives in PLANO. He thought he was finished around 8 am, and probably went home. but he will now have to drive BACK to Dallas and then back again to Plano because there was no advance knowledge of this meeting. which sucks. Our resident told us that there were certain days where she doesn't want to see us sitting down... which would be fine, if there were actually enough work to keep four medical students and one PA student busy for 10 hours straight. but there just isn't. So we're supposed to walk around looking serious and industrious and like we're doing work when there IS no work that we can actually do. It's a farce. And it's silly. Why can't we have some reason here? why can't we know about things more than a few hours in advance? or better yet, have the meeting tomorrow when we're all going to likely be sitting for several hours because apparently it's slow season for babies to be born? It just don't make no sense. And don't get me wrong... I work hard. I get stuff done. When there's actual work to do I'm Miss Brass Tacks. but I HATE it when I'm forced into inactivity disguised as busyness inside of a hospital. And I hate it when my day is chopped up into bits. And I need a nap. boo.

totally weird dream

the other night I had a dream that wolves were following me around, and I was afraid that they might bite me. but the wolves were also pants. as soon as I hung up the wolf-pants, they were just furry trousers. likewise if I put the wolf-pants on. But if I let them loose, they became little wolfies that followed me around. What on earth does this mean?
L&D update: people think that labor and childbirth are magical... maybe so if it's actually your baby. But from my perspective it's smelly and takes a long time and everyone gets tired. And there's blood and poop and different kinds of fluids and sometimes the anesthesia doesn't work if you aren't lucky. Not so much magic as hard work. There's a reason why it's called "labor".

B, please don't get scared by this. yours will probably be the magical exception. And it also won't be at Jurassic Parkland.

didn't take long

didn't take long for my resolutions to go down the toilet. Here's a list of what I did today:
5:00 wake up, after around five hours of sleep. I'm late heading out the door and have no more Clif bars so I grab a Reeses cup and a fun sized Kit Kat for breakfast.
7:00 AM start work
11:00 AM start coaching a lady to push out her baby
12:00 PM go to lunch at the cafeteria because I obvi didn't make anything ahead of time. Spend $6.50 on a veggie sandwich and chips. It was delicious.
12:55 back in room with pushing lady. Yank a baby out of her Uterus (gently).
1:30 to OR with new mom and her grade 4 perineal tear to sew it up. Felicidades Mama! (I'm totally getting my babies cut out!)
5:00 Off work
5:30 get home, eat a piece of chocolate cake, drink a beer, take a nap in my scrubs. Likelihood of workout= low.
I think I killed every single resolution I made for this year. Huzzah!

Resolutions 2009

Last year's resolutions, and their outcomes:

treat med school like an 8-6 job and go to class: I did this with great results for the second half of my second year. This academic year, I've had very strange mandatory hours so it's less possible. But I'm still trying to get a good amount of studying done while at work in between tasks rather than late at night.
read more real news and less celebrity gossip news: I'm doing okay on this. Recently I've been spending less time on the internet in general, and when I am on it's more likely to be reading blogs than celeb gossip. Equally empty, but more down to earth? I also make an effort to try and read drudge report but I'm pretty sure that his representation of the news is also biased
become a ridiculously awesome triathlete: ha ha ha! I did one more painful triathlon because my mom made me and have since realized that it's her dream, not really mine.
stop wearing athletic clothes to look like I am about to go work out but really I was too lazy to put together a normal outfit: I'm wearing scrubs right now. Does that count as real clothes?
stop allowing starbucks to suck away half of my food budget: success. This went along with changing my study hours (no late night coffee and "study" sessions anymore=me cutting back significantly on starbucks expenditures!)
read the entire Bible in a year: ambitious goal, not accomplished. I think I made it through March then got hopelessly behind.

This year's resolutions:
1) do cardio at minimum three times per week, and weights two to three times. This is to prevent me from turning into a pile of sludge.
2) limit eating out to two nights per week, and bring lunches from home during the day.
3) try to become more patient... or at least act more patient.
4) change out of scrubs at the end of the work day.
5) get more sleep, preferably not in nap form.
6) make more lists.

today was first day of OB/Gyn. I'm a little terrified of OB, and even more terrified of childbirth (experiencing it). did you know that more than 3/4 of current female OB/Gyn residents would elect to have a scheduled C-Section for their first pregnancy over a natural delivery? Also, apparently 1/250 new babies in the USA is born in Parkland Hospital, and 1/24 new Texans annually. That's INSANE.

Preliminaries

This one is called three truths and a lie... which image does not have to do with my impending nuptials?

By the way...

For anyone who reads this thing and doesn't already know, E and I are engaged. We're getting married October 3. For those keeping track, we've been dating for a little over 2.5 months... but within the first week I was telling all my friends that I was planning to marry him! I think he asked me for the first time about a week and a half after we started dating. It wasn't the classical down on one knee after a fancy dinner thing, it was more like "I LOVE you! let's get married" and I said "That sounds awesome!". He's asked me daily since then and I continue to say yes (obviously). I was going to keep it on the DL until I had my official ring, but then I forgot and started telling people. He's designing the ring himself, without my input. I don't get to see it pre-him putting it on my finger. That's trust.
Other details... we're getting married at First United Methodist (of course... that was the first thing we booked!) and having the reception at a winery called Times Ten Cellars. We're asking one of E's friends who's a very talented chef if he's available for catering. My sister Shannon has offered to do our flowers. The wedding is going to be beautiful, the reception is going to be a labor of love, and the marriage is going to be the best part of it all.

now notice how delicious this thing looks. mmmmmmyech. It does look delicious if I'm feeling self-destructive. I'll revisit this image next week after I'm stressed out from delivering babies at parkland the baby factory. Also, my posts should become way more interesting when I'm in L&D. and possibly horrifying.