It would take dire circumstances… March 28, 2007

to get me to read the book titled Father, Lover, Bodyguard that I saw in my patient’s room yesterday.  I’m not judging her.  She’s stuck on the oncology unit and a person can only take so much daytime TV.  Maybe that would be my breaking point too, but I hope not.

I would like to take a moment and state that the painting of Jesus walking on the water that was seen hanging on our living room on Sunday is not mine.  Nor do I like it.  I have been slandered and feel confident in saying that I will have retribution.

28 days till my final final.  “I will survive” is my current theme song…Gloria Gaynor’s original is great, but I find the Cake version just a  little bit more satisfying.

“I’ll go get the nurse. Wait a second. I am the nurse.” March 23, 2007

My job contract is staring me down from the end of my bed.  Need to sign it and send it back.  I’ve decided to stay on in the ER (I think it challenges me in a good way) and I’m alternately excited and terrified at the thought of graduating in a couple weeks.  I’m fairly certain that nursing school has been the bunny hill and that I’m about to step out onto a double black diamond run.  Scary, but certainly not boring.

mary, i think the terrorists are winning March 20, 2007

I have wasted an obscene amount of time watching clips from the Office on youtube in the last couple days which may have deleterious effects on my scholastic success these last 5.143 weeks of the semester.

history reenacted in my kitchen March 17, 2007

So I was making a triple batch of Irish Soda Bread this morning and couldn’t really stir it well, cause the dough was so thick.  I decided to dispense with the spoon and just get in there with my hands…and it was immediately apparent that this was a mistake.  My hands were sucked down into the dough and all efforts to mix it were futile. I had no control over the flour-y mass and visions of the La Brea tar pits came back to me…illustrations of ill fated animals mired in the tar, baying and snorting woefully.  I escaped such a fate, but pulled (what felt like) 1/2 the contents of the bowl out on my hands.  St. Patrick’s Day drama at it’s finest. Cheers.

technical difficulties and I get new feet March 15, 2007

I can’t put my flier up on wordpress.  I tried.  Admittedly, my bag of tricks isn’t very deep when it comes to computers, but I’ve exhausted my options and I’m moving on.

Diana and I spent the last couple days in NYC eating well, enjoying the mild weather, and pretending to be New Yorkers.  After I got over the initial shock of being led down dark stairwells (the kind of dark stairwells that people walk down in movies, never to return) to look at handbags (Diana was on the hunt for a new bag) I think Chinatown was my favorite bit.  I got bubble tea :) and we took pictures of fish and vegetables and Chinese grannies with their shopping carts.   Our last activity before starting the arduous trip to the airport was getting foot rubs/reflexology…and it was amazing.  My feet didn’t just feel good, they felt new.  What I wouldn’t give for one of those every time a work a 12.

I picked up The Interpreter of Maladies by  Jhumpa Lahiri at Mary’s apartment.  It’s a collection of vignettes about a collection of Indians living both in the US and India…more a study of human nature than culture.  Somewhat interesting vacation reading and nothing more.

how i’m spending my time March 6, 2007

So one of my assignments over the weekend was to create a flier for a community health presentation related to depression/anxiety/sleep management. How do you get college to students to come to a health talk about sleep? You make them think it’s going to be about sex and you promise free condoms.