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28th April 2007

I win at life

Time arrived: 8:45.
Baby awake and crying. Parents frazzled, as had 4 hours of sleep night before.
Time baby sound asleep, in her crib, no longer needing rocking: 9:30.
Has baby woken up since? NOPE. ๐Ÿ˜€

My job here is finished.

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24th April 2007

long day, long week

It has been one hard week.

My trip to Ireland just about fell through. I found out on Monday that I had been scheduled for jeopardy call (meaning that if someone called in sick or had another type of emergency, I would be pulled from my regular rotation to cover) smack dab in the middle of my vacation…. See, my vacation was scheduled a year ago, for the last week of May. When Chris and I started discussing meeting up at the end of his travels, we decided that it would be best for all involved if it was the first week of May, instead of the last. Since I knew I was going to be on Neurology that month, I discussed it with my Neuro program director, he said that would be no problem, and I made the switch, contacted my clinic, found someone to cover my phone calls, etc. It wasn’t until about a month later that it dawned on me that I should ask Internal Medicine’s permission as well, because of the possibility of being pulled for jeopardy. I had already purchased my ticket by that point, so I meekly emailed them, told them what I had done and stated that I would be willing to do jeopardy any other time that month (except Laura’s wedding. I also didn’t exactly ask for their permission on that either….) and didn’t hear back from them. Not a word. I assumed, naively, I guess, that it meant that they had no problem.

Until of course, I opened up that schedule. I pretty much haven’t eaten all of this week, I’ve been absolutely sick with how I was going to fix this and dreading the repercussions when I told them that I was NOT going to be canceling my vacation over this.

Luckily, I received another email today, switching my week of Jeopardy call to the end of the month. It does mean that I won’t be able to go down to see Susan and her baby that weekend as planned, but we arranged things so I’ll be going down for a shorter time this weekend.

Oh the joys of being in two programs at once! I’m still rather upset that I found out a week before about the scheduling conflict, when it states in the official policy that you’ll know your jeopardy schedule several months in advance. Even if I had had just a month, I could have at least not felt quite so pressured to get it resolved now. I’m still somewhat on edge, waiting for someone to say “no” and mess it up again.

***
I went shopping for a skirt for Laura’s wedding today. Apparently spring is the wrong time to find a plain black skirt. Add to the shopping joy that instead of losing weight like I had hoped over the last two months, I’ve gained at least 10 pounds since November and weigh the most I ever have and jumped up yet another size. I did find some cute shirts that made me feel a little better about myself, but ugh.

****
Vienna Teng’s coming to concert in Chicago tomorrow. I had actually asked a boy to go with me… and he turned me down (had a good excuse, true). It’s okay. The relationship with him has been turning into exactly every other relationship I have with men: friends only. I’m just frustrated, frustrated that I am close to 30 and still playing the dating games of a 16 year old.

I had decided to go by myself anyway, to treat myself after this week… only to find out, as I clicked to buy tickets that it’s sold out. I could do the 10 o’clock show, but then I wouldn’t be back to Milwaukee until 3 in the morning… not good. So much for that.

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Chris got back from his “bush adventures” across the southern part of Africa today and is now in Johannesburg. And I haven’t heard from him yet. *chews lip in worry* I’m sure he’s fine (I wouldn’t worry if it had been any other week, but sad to say, I do get a tad superstitious once in a while). Hopefully, he’ll be meeting up with claidheamhmor and melancthe in the next couple of days. I do hope that it all comes together and you have a lot of fun!

Anyway, must to bed. Another exciting day awaits me. *sigh*

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16th April 2007

Ireland stuff…

There are definite benefits to traveling with real adults. When Chris and I were first planning our trip, he was convinced that he wanted to do a touring group, where we’d basically stayed in hostels the entire visit. I tried to convince him to rent a car and staying at B&Bs would be less expensive and more flexible, but he preferred the other option. So be it, I’m a camping girl by nature, so “roughing it” a little by staying in crowded hostels and sharing tepid water didn’t bother me too much. Besides, it’d be an adventure.

Once his parents were invited along, however, the plans changed. Definitely in a good way.

Chris’s mom email me today with the websites/pictures of our lodging in Ireland. Take a look:
http://www.vrbo.com/64925
http://www.vrbo.com/42661
http://www.wildflower-cottage.com/

If I thought I was excited before…

*squee!!*

Only 3 more weeks!!!

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15th April 2007

For Ali

It’s been a long, long, time since I put pen to paper and pulled anything creative out of my brain.

After last night’s Dr. Who, Ali (watcher_junior) demanded “Gah. Someone rec or write some Rose/Ten fluff. Now. Please?!”

Well. I’m a slow writer, so I couldn’t comply with the “now”. And I wasn’t doing so well with the fluff part either; trying to rewrite certain scenes at the end of Gridlock turned into a big angsty blowup between the Doctor and the TARDIS… And of course, in the process of trying to do a bit of research on it, I discovered that already, somebody had written out the little idea that I had and did a much better job, well, that completely killed my little story. It was a crappy anyway, painfully stilted with too much “telling.” Nearly a thousand words, though, miscarried. That hurts.

Instead, I’m posting a drabble, that would have served for the introduction (albeit in a lengthier form). I hope you like it, Ali!

Astronomy Lessons

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11th April 2007

be well, do good works, keep in touch

I realize that recently this journal has been rather short on details of my personal life. For that, I apologize.

One of my favorite blogs, Barbados Butterfly was recently taken down. She’s a surgical registrar in Australia, and apparently her administration found out about her blog and suspended her for a week. Gossip thinks that it’s because she violated patient privacy, my thought is that it’s more because she was criticizing the management and the training environment for surgeons. In any case, she’s now gone.

It certainly has made me wary about what I’ve said here in my journal. I’ve never identified my patients by name or even by disease, but I haven’t changed much of the other details, because part of the reason that I keep a journal is to react to those who influence my daily live, for good or bad. I don’t think I’ve crossed any HIPAA rules, but it certainly starts to make one a little more wary. I realize that I’m writing in a public forum; even though it seems so intimate and small, where I feel like I’m writing to my friends, but since most of my posts are public these days, I really know better. And that has curbed my tongue on what I might otherwise express. I’d post it as friends-only, but I know that there are some faithful readers who have yet to join LJ (it’s really easy, folks). So instead, I’ve blabbered on about more frivolous stuff, which I’ve really enjoyed doing. It’s nice escaping a little while into fandom and poetry, avoiding responsibility.

Things in RL haven’t been that exciting recently anyhow. RL ramblings

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11th April 2007

Doctor worship

On a scale of 1-10, how nerdy would it be for me to drive down to Chicago and fangirl Atul Gawande?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

I think I might just do it anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚

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10th April 2007

But… it’s April!

From weather.com:

8 TO 10 INCHES OF HEAVY WET SNOW IS EXPECTED BY EARLY WEDNESDAY EVENING….EAST TO NORTHEAST WINDS OF 20 TO 30 MPH WITH GUSTS TO 40 MPH MAY CREATE BLOWING AND DRIFTING SNOW AS WELL.

If I get snowed in again, I’m not going to be very happy.

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5th April 2007

NPM – April 5th

It is bitter cold outside, with gusting gales and , and it seemed
appropriate. I tend to relate to the nature poems; I suppose the small-town
girl who spent weeks in the mountains still lurks beneath the surface.

Poem: “Tracks” by Marge Piercy, from The Crooked Inheritance. (c)
Alfred A. Knopf.

Tracks

The small birds leave cuneiform
messages on the snow: I have
been here, I am hungry, I
must eat. Where I dropped
seeds they scrape down
to pine needles and frozen sand.

Sometimes when snow flickers
past the windows, muffles trees
and bushes, buries the path,
the jays come knocking with their beaks
on my bedroom window:
to them I am made of seeds.

To the cats I am mother and lover,
lap and toy, cook and cleaner.
To the coyotes I am chaser and shouter.
To the crows, watcher, protector.
To the possums, the foxes, the skunks,
a shadow passing, a moment’s wind.

I was bad watchful mommy to one man.
To another I was forgiving sister
whose hand poured out honey and aloe;
to that woman I was a gale whose lashing
waves threatened her foundation; to this
one, an oak to her flowering vine.

I have worn the faces, the masks
of hieroglyphs, gods and demons
bat-faced ghosts, sibyls and thieves,
lover, loser, red rose and ragweed,
these are the tracks I have left
on the white crust of time.

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4th April 2007

NPM – April 4th

A little bit of background. This poem is from an anthology entitled “Body Language” which is a collection of poetry written by those in the medical profession: medical students, residents, physicians. From the Amazon review, “By presenting physicians who are also skilled poets addressing a diverse range of medical situations, Body Language offers fascinating insights into the inner world of people who regularly face life-and-death decisions.” This poemespecially struck me, the fledgling neurologist in training, and offers you, I hope, a glimpse into the world of teasing out diagnoses and sometimes being right and sometimes being wrong.

Cases

Man in his late seventies comes in with his wife,
weak, lost twenty-five pounds, can’t eat, hard to talk,
seeing double off and on past eighteen months,
been to a family doctor and two specialists.

They don’t know, I’ve got some ideas. It’s
beyond my scope, here in the rural north country.
I get him tucked away in the medical center
by the following morning. He’s out in five days

with a diagnosis, I was right for once. He’s
eighty percent better on treatment, says
he’s two hundred percent. Gives me the credit
for once. The gray hair helps. Man comes in

to emergency with loss of vision in one eye.
works full-time, in his sixties. It goes away
and he wants to go home. Internist and eye doctor
find nothing. I find something and say, No.

Family says I’m overreacting but they all agree,
reluctantly. Urgent angiogram-surgery on the
neck arteries is booked for the following morning.
That night his opposite side becomes paralyzed.

Emergency surgery cleans out a nearly
blocked vessel. They don’t appreciate the
postoperative pain. They don’t appreciate my
style or anything about me. He walks out

saved from an almost certain permanent
disability. Woman comes in with a headache,
high blood pressure, in her fifties. I do a spinal,
few red cells, radiologist gets me on the phone.

He says the CAT scan’s negative, I’m not
so sure and send her down country for an
angiogram. Radiologist was right and I was
wrong โ€” no aneurysm in her brain. Young

mother of two comes in with seizures hard to
control all her life, and paralyzed on the right side
from birth. I consider a CAT scan a waste of money:
the gray hair stands for experience, remember?

She gets slowly worse over the years. Her family
doctor does a CAT scan, finds a malformation
of the brain. We just ain’t so smart, my old
teacher used to say when I was an intern. A man

comes in, in his sixties, can’t work, losing weight,
muscles are twitching, hard to swallow, hard
to talk. Do some tests, tell his wife and him
he’s got Lou Gehrig’s Disease, it will affect

his breathing, he’s going to die, it will be
tough, we’ll try some things. We do, he gets
worse, can’t walk, can’t feed himself.
I visit the house: a small cape with a screened

Porch behind a variety store in a small town in
New Hampshire. He gets worse, I
visit some more, talk some to him,
to his wife and son, the man dies.

~~Parker Towle, from Body Language. (c) The Library of America

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3rd April 2007

National Poetry Month – April 3rd

I’m sitting here in neurology clinic, trying out the “post by email” feature. I can’t access LJ from the VA hospital (they have more security firewalls than any other place and so far, I haven’t been able to bypass
it). So this might be the next best thing.

April is National Poetry Month. In years past, fileg has posted a poem a day for the entire month, and I was introduced to so many lovely poets and works of art that stirred something deep inside that I thought long dead. I had forgotten, that once upon a time, I found time to paint, to write, to engage that creative side of me.

She hasn’t posted any this year (nudge, nudge), but I thought I might continue the tradition. I won’t be able to do every day (I’ve already missed 2 days), but I’ll do as many as I can. In addition, if you have any favorite poetry to share, send them on!

This was The Writer’s Almanac poem for today, which I adored (and he’s a Utah writer! Even better!):

“Unwise Purchases” by George Bilgere from Haywire

Unwise Purchases

They sit around the house
not doing much of anything: the boxed set
of the complete works of Verdi, unopened.
The complete Proust, unread:

The French-cut silk shirts
which hang like expensive ghosts in the closet
and make me look exactly
like the kind of middle-aged man
who would wear a French-cut silk shirt:

The reflector telescope I thought would unlock
the mysteries of the heavens
but which I only used once or twice
to try to find something heavenly
in the windows of the high-rise down the road,
and which now stares disconsolately at the ceiling
when it could be examining the Crab Nebula:

The 30-day course in Spanish
whose text I never opened,
whose dozen cassette tapes remain unplayed,

save for Tape One, where I never learned
whether the suave American
conversing with a sultry-sounding desk clerk
at a Madrid hotel about the possibility
of obtaining a room
actually managed to check in.

I like to think
that one thing led to another between them
and that by Tape Six or so
they’re happily married
and raising a bilingual child in Seville or Terra Haute.

But I’ll never know.
Suddenly I realize
I have constructed the perfect home
for a sexy, Spanish-speaking astronomer
who reads Proust while listening to Italian arias,

and I wonder if somewhere in this teeming city
there lives a woman with, say,
a fencing foil gathering dust in the corner
near her unused easel, a rainbow of oil paints
drying in their tubes

on the table where the violin
she bought on a whim
lies entombed in the permanent darkness
of its locked case
next to the abandoned chess set,

a woman who has always dreamed of becoming
the kind of woman the man I’ve always dreamed of becoming
has always dreamed of meeting.

And while the two of them discuss star clusters
and Cรฉzanne, while they fence delicately
in Castilian Spanish to the strains of Rigoletto,

she and I will stand in the steamy kitchen,
fixing up a little risotto,
enjoying a modest cabernet,
while talking over a day so ordinary
as to seem miraculous.

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2nd April 2007

The year is now, officially, three-fourths of the way finished!!!

GUESS WHAT??

I am done with call, done with working weekends until June!!! That’s right, baby! Two whole months of no every-fourth-night (or third, really) call, normal sleep (if I’d ever go to bed), no discharge summaries (behind by 10 now. Did about 6 of them today), no “only four days off a month.” SWEET.

My last call was on the 31st, and it was brutal. 5 patients, essential after midnight. Because it’s the end of the month, I should have been done and gone by 7, but I was three patients behind by 4 in the morning, and falling asleep in my chair. I was there until 10, and by the time I crawled home, absolutely collasped into bed. I didn’t wake up until 9 that night. I know that there are amazing people, who come home post call, take an hour nap and spend the rest of the frollicking. I really wanna know their secret.

I almost posted that night that I was quitting residency and going to go work as a pharmaceutical consultant, as an April’s Fool joke…. but at the time, it was too close to the truth. There are times when I hate what I do. Hate the long hours, the lack of sleep, the inability to have a normal life. And then when I get pages that state roughly that I’m a horrible person for leaving rounds early (!!! I shouldn’t have been at rounds at all! I was nice to stay and actually present a patient, because I knew him best!) and *cry* not updating the patient list, this desire to run away is amplified (I wish I could caulk those to April Fool’s jokes, sadly, I think that these particular persons do not possess that kind of humor. My comrades from last month, oh yes (I’d have done the same to them, the little rascals), but not these ones.

Enough with that. I’m happy now. Today, I spent working on discharge summaries and reading articles in between critiquing the new Dr. Who season, as we have no patients on the hematology/oncology service right now. Not that I mind being bored for once! Oh, and I also bought rose bushes and blueberry, raspberry (I don’t think all of my raspberry bushes made it through the winter. ๐Ÿ™ ), bosenberry, and grapes bushes, and strawberry and asparagus bulbs, so I’m so excited to be planting a garden! Ah, my friends, spring is here!

Besides YouTube, how is everybody (ie… the four of you on my flist) watching Dr. Who? Waiting until it shows in your neck of the woods? I did try to do torrents, but my connection is way too slow. It was going to take something like 6 hours to download one hour, I decided it wasn’t worth it. You Tube’s fast and it was there, right after it aired, so that’s a plus. I can deal with the fuzzy screen.

In any case, yay! New season!!

Thoughts about Season 3, dar be spoilers

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