Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Grace: What do they do at the hospital?
Abigail: They make people better.
G: How do they do that?
A: They use tools.
G: What kind of tools?
A: A little mirror... and a fellascope... and a little thing that you can bang your knees on."
Turns out I charged almost $25,000 last year. And that was just my Discover Card. I have a Visa, too.
Does that make me guilty of one of the 7 deadly sins: greed?
In this case, I am going to go with no. Not guilty. Simply because anyone who knows me knows that I probably returned 75% of the things that I charged. And the other 25% was probably school and gas and daycare.
But still, I feel like "Whoa! $25,000!". I mean, for someone who was a full-time student for half the year, unemployed for over a month, and on sick leave from work for at least a month, that seems like an awful lot. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, $25,000 is not a terrible lot, especially because I charged almost everything I bought in 2006 to that card, but still.
Anyway, not really expecting comments on this. Just thought I would get it out there.
But as always, feel free to comment! Comments=love!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Well, here is a little update. So, I had the colposcopy, then I had the LEEP.
The bad news- I had severe cervical dysplasia, aka- carcinoma in situ, grade III.
The good news- It appears that the doctor got all of the offensive tissues during the LEEP, and I don't have cancer. I will be closely monitored for essentially the rest of all time, which is annoying, but I don't have cervical cancer!
So, I'm done dropping my drawers. At least for now. But check back in 3 months...
Anyway, Lily is hunting it. While she stands on my legs and forearms between my body and my laptop screen. I am surprised I don't have more typos.
Monday, March 26, 2007
So, I emailed the president of the union, and the Chief Nursing Officer (like, the boss of all nurses... kind of like the CFO or the CEO, but for nursing.) And I got a response.
A good response.
And I will probably have interviews with both the MICU and HVICU soon. So please pray. Pray that the interviews go well and that I will have the wisdom to choose the right position. And that I won't let myself be consumed with worry about this.
Yes, so, Abigail is pretty much a little drama princess. In a good way. She love to pretend, and I wouldn't be at all suprised if she was interested in acting. Like mother like daughter, right?
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
But first, let me say thank you to everyone who entered! I appreciate your hard work and dedication to making this drink a success. You are all winners:) (how PC do I sound?)
Allow me summarize the entries, and give you a little insight behind the decision-making process here at headquarters.
Entries are as follows:
Kicking Chocolate Cow (it is fabulous) (possibly Indian?)
Shot-quick Milk (phonetically tricky)
Momma’s Ghetto Milk
Sex On The Cow
Dr. John (seriously, can you believe he is the only on I can't link to?):
Muddy Russian (hot- figuratively, not literally)
Some of the logic in choosing a name went like this…
Names ruled out because I can’t say them with a straight face:
Momma’s Ghetto Milk (seriously, it sounds like some mixed-up breast milk!)
Sex On The Cow (Dr. John suggested that people might hear “sex with the cow” and since then, I can’t help but giggle when I say it)
Hawaiian Cow/Kahluan Cow- (because of the above comment by Dr. John, I don’t think I can order any drinks with the word “cow” in it)
Choc O’licious (Fergielicious?)
Names ruled out because I can’t say them (or probably couldn’t say them properly if I had already had one of these and was ordering another):
KVCM (too many letters, and very, very difficult to order if you are dyslexic… it might come out KCVM or MVCK, the last of which makes me think of a MVC (motor vehicle crash) and so, um, sorry, but no.)
Names ruled out because I don’t want the word “udder” in this drink’s name:
Names ruled out because I didn’t get the reference or I don’t think others would get the reference and I would have to explain the origin of the name, thus taking away from the coolness of the name/drink:
After that, my logic gets a bit less defined, but what it all adds up to is this…
Second runner up: Justin with Shot-colate Milk
First runner up: Moriah with Kicking Chocolate Cow
Grand Prize Winner: Dr. John with Muddy Russian
Things I like about this name:
1. Easy to say to a bartender, easy to order
2. Nice reference to the inspiration of the drink, the White Russian
3. Dr. John made a good argument about why it’s never wrong to be hot. I like to think I am hot. And a Muddy Russian could potentially be hot. I know that Muddy Spartans really hot!
4. I never said I wasn’t biased, and even though I don’t really think this name being chosen as winner reflects a bias, I think it does reflect my need to follow-through on the Fabulous Prize. It will be far easier to give Dr. John a Fabulous Prize, simply because of proximity. And also because he doesn’t expect much. I mean, I could make some quesadillas, open a can of corn, and throw some salad in a bowl and be like “Look, Dr. John! Here is your Fabulous Prize! I made you dinner!” And you know what? He’d be like “Thanks! You rock!” Because life as a resident isn’t that great and doesn’t give you very many small pleasures (or big pleasures, for that matter.)
So, please don't hate me if I didn't choose your name. And the next time you order a drink, please order a Muddy Russian... but only if you give us a hollaback!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Doesn't she look big from this angle?
Playing in Abigail's bathroom... yes, the entire room is pink and purple.
Me? Mischievous? No!
My girls. Lily(l) and Abigail (r). Just in case you didn't know.
"I think I like you. I think."
Abigail is silly!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I went out of my way to eat many of them this season, hoping I would grow tired of them and not miss them as much when they were gone.
That didn't work.
But I think it did make me gain a few pounds.
It was totally worth it.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The Best Scramble Eggs Ever
by Dr. John
There is no secret ingredient to the best scramble eggs ever; you can use whatever recipe you normally use, but for the post I will use mine. However, there is a special technique. I say special because since I’m telling you, it really isn’t a secret.
2-3 ounces of milk
A palm of salt
A liberal sprinkling of black pepper
Place all ingredients in a bowl and mix with a fork or a whisk until the eggs are an even light yellow.
Now for the special technique (it is a two part technique): care and patience.
The patience comes from using slightly less than medium heat (one click below medium on an electric stove and generally a slight turn below halfway on a gas stove). Place a ¼ thick pat of butter in the pan. Stir the butter until it begins to bubble all over the pan, not just in the center. Then pour the eggs in the pan.
Here comes the care part: you will need to stir the eggs often enough that they never form a solid layer on the bottom of the pan. It takes a little while to get the right amount of stirring. Too much stirring, you over aerate the egg and make foam like egg. Too little stirring, you get dried hard egg chunks. The heat from the bottom of the pan needs to cook the eggs, not the bottom of the pan. The eggs will begin to firm up and then rapidly become opaque. Once they are opaque stir more frequently to keep the heat evenly distributed. Stop stirring just before they reach your desired wetness and remove from the heat. The remaining heat in the eggs will complete cooking them.
But she is also scared of her because Lily is scared of just about everything. This is her hiding behind the couch.
She may be shy, but she is smart, too. She's looking at Doctor John in this picture... and she's not impressed at all!
Lily is gray with black stripes, white feet, and a white hourglass on her nose/forehead. Her eyes are a lovely bright, light green.
I think Doctor John really exploited me when he told mt that crawling under the furniture was how all pet owners catch their pets. It didn't work, and we had to move the couch to get her. She has since taken to hiding under Abigail's bed which is better because she now will come out when I look at her and call her name.
She is adjusting well (only one minor biting incident, which was more curiosity and was not aggressive in any way.) She is still pretty timid and shy, but more and more she is coming out of her shell and starting to explore and play. Yea! But I am still pretty much her favorite. And she seems happy being my little baby!
"Your hair is so dingley!" (Not sure exactly what dingley means.)
"She is really playful, like a door!" (How exactly are doors playful?)
And then there is this, not so much language acquisition as manners-
Abigail: "You need to take a shower."
Kristyne(the babysitter): "I do? Why?"
Abigail: "Because if you don't, you'll stink in the morning!"
This kid is such a goof!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
The recipe is as follows:
1 part Kahlua
1 part Vodka
1 part Chocolate Milk
It's like a White Russian, except chocolate milk instead of cream. Mmm.
So, submit your recommendations for a name. We will pick the winner, take all the credit for the clever name, and give you a fabulous prize!*
No limit to entries, so enter as much as you wish!
*Fabulous Prize= a prize we decide you should get, that we decide is fabulous.
Actually, Lowell asked Doctor John to go on a date, and I tagged along*.
We went to see 300.
Interesting story, based on historical events, kind of gory/bloody, good special effects, some really funny one-liners.
And, mm. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Some seriously nice man-parts. Abs, thighs, and one really nice tush shot. A few cute faces, too. I like Spartans:)
Seriously, all the way home, Doctor John and Lowell were all "I feel inadequate as a man" and I was all "Shh! Let me just sit back and enjoy those fine specimens!."
Mmm. Might have to buy the DVD. Because this is right up there with Darcy ripping off his shirt and jumping into the pond in P&P. Except, it's like there are 300 Darcys.
*Seriously, not a "date." Lowell just didn't think to ask both of us, probably because he thought I wouldn't want to see this movie. And to be honest, I did keep my eyes shut for about half the movie because, um, eww! But then, there was the mmm, too!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
I'm guessing it's because I'm hot.
Doctor John: What's that on your nose?
Grace: I don't know. Food? A booger?
DJ: It's chili! It looks like a big chili zit!
G: (blank look) Uh, gee... thanks. Chili zit.
When discussing the comments on this post:
What he said- "I don't think you actually want me to be sweet because it would make you feel bad about being mean to me."
What I heard- "I don't think you actually want me to be sweet because it would make you feel bad about being you."
"Rural Woman Abuse and Sexually Transmitted Disease: An Ethical Analysis of Clinical Dilemmas"
Jane Dimmitt Champion, Kathyryn Artnak, Rochelle Shain, Jeanna Piper
Sunday, March 04, 2007
The dentist (horrible, lying man!) gave me the impression that having my wisdom teeth out wouldn't be that bad... I'd be fine in a day or two.
Then he gave me four gaping holes in my mouth.
Then he gave me inflamed tonsils and several stabs/traumas to my mucosa.
Then he gave himself a three-day weekend with no emergency contact number.
And then... a true gift...
Then the lovely doctor at my family practice walk-in weekend clinic gave me Vicodin. (to replace the Tylenol with Codine that wasn't working... and that I was out of, anyway.)
And I gave the Vicodin to myself every six hours, and it was good (or at least bearable!)
And another true gift... being on the Vicodin gives me days off work (because I am not allowed to be at work if I am taking anything stronger than Tylenol or ibuprofen.)
Really, it is better to give than to receive, and having my wisdom teeth out seems to be the gift that keeps on giving.