Fuck. I guess it's been a while since an update, mmm yeah thanks for the reminder, you know who. I got pissed off at the photo situation, and it's really not as much fun without them.
Work has been the same old, same old, but my last class in the MBA -- accounting -- absolutely sucked ass. Waaaaay too time consuming. And really, nothing could be less interesting. Really.
Anyway, yeah, about work. Let me think. Cool stories. Hmm. A couple of 70 pound pannuses... panni? Not sure. A 12-pound uterus (lots of leiomyomata). I had not one, but TWO baby autopsies last time I was on call, which realy chapped my ass. I'm back on hematology this month, which really bores me to tears. And our hematopathologist can be a royal dick. It doesn't make for the most fun and exciting experience.
I had the world's most wicked and drug-resistant migraine a couple weeks ago. It would NOT go away. One of my attendings basically dragged me to the ED, where they pumped me so full of Dilaudid I practically forgot my name, even though the headache was still there. They popped my CT scan cherry, which I actually reviewed today. Word of advice: looking at your own brain is WAY BEYOND CREEPY. Who knew? Anyway, I went to a neurologist who specializes in headaches who drugged me up good with triptans, Midrin, and Fiorcet and I am happy now. She did say that exercising a few days a week has been shown to dramatically reduce migraines, and even though I rarely get them, I'm traumatized enough to where I've actually dragged my ass to the gym pretty much every day. Hi, muscles, old friends. Haven't seen you in a while.
What else. It's been fucking cold. My pipes froze three nights in a row. Oh yeah, I live in Phoenix. The boy is away for 10 full days at a trade show, from which he called me whimpering today about puking from his hangover, and actually asking what he should do. Wah.
Oh, damn. The pasta is undercooked.
** A wee little edit to say that I reread this the day after I wrote it, and my, was I all full of cat shit or what!
Work has been the same old, same old, but my last class in the MBA -- accounting -- absolutely sucked ass. Waaaaay too time consuming. And really, nothing could be less interesting. Really.
Anyway, yeah, about work. Let me think. Cool stories. Hmm. A couple of 70 pound pannuses... panni? Not sure. A 12-pound uterus (lots of leiomyomata). I had not one, but TWO baby autopsies last time I was on call, which realy chapped my ass. I'm back on hematology this month, which really bores me to tears. And our hematopathologist can be a royal dick. It doesn't make for the most fun and exciting experience.
I had the world's most wicked and drug-resistant migraine a couple weeks ago. It would NOT go away. One of my attendings basically dragged me to the ED, where they pumped me so full of Dilaudid I practically forgot my name, even though the headache was still there. They popped my CT scan cherry, which I actually reviewed today. Word of advice: looking at your own brain is WAY BEYOND CREEPY. Who knew? Anyway, I went to a neurologist who specializes in headaches who drugged me up good with triptans, Midrin, and Fiorcet and I am happy now. She did say that exercising a few days a week has been shown to dramatically reduce migraines, and even though I rarely get them, I'm traumatized enough to where I've actually dragged my ass to the gym pretty much every day. Hi, muscles, old friends. Haven't seen you in a while.
What else. It's been fucking cold. My pipes froze three nights in a row. Oh yeah, I live in Phoenix. The boy is away for 10 full days at a trade show, from which he called me whimpering today about puking from his hangover, and actually asking what he should do. Wah.
Oh, damn. The pasta is undercooked.
** A wee little edit to say that I reread this the day after I wrote it, and my, was I all full of cat shit or what!
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i just avoid red wine and caffeine. (the no caffeine part is true suckitude.)