Friday, June 29, 2007

The weather man opens up the forecast tonight saying.......


Man I have nothing new to say.




Damn it. Find a shady spot.
On a funny note I had to x-ray a hyper active ten year old boy today. Not funny that he broke his arm, funny the things that came out of his mouth. He wanted to know everything about the machine, the lead, the cassette, what everything was made of, how did it work, how fast did it go, did I ever time it? Maybe I should time it, ya know because who knows if its faster then a Nasa spaceship on liftoff, or his little brother getting pulled behind his bike in the wagon….
Hum. Is that how you broke your arm?
I hit the lights and positioned him in the dark. It was much cooler then the first time he had the x-rays done. There was a red laser, and that was awesome. No one let him see the lasers before, so now he KNOWS that this is faster then the bike pulling wagon contraption at his house.
After looking at the first image, it was obvious that this kid moved his body as quickly as his mouth.
When I told him that we had to do it again, he argued that he didn't move. Maybe I should start timing the laser he said, make sure everything was working up to code.
Seriously? Up to code?

Sunday, June 24, 2007

And then there were none


Baby Girl and I went up to the pot holes today to try and cool off from the hundred degree heat. Seriously. Hundred degrees. The drive up got a little backwards, and I missed the turn, and wound up on an off road trying to turn around. VW. Low clearance Amanda. Remember? Yea yea. Putter putter zoom WHAM! zoom?






So, we continued on, oblivious to what had happened under putter putter zoom zoom.






Now there are always some shady characters at the pot holes. But today? Well, in the words of Trudy Weigle......'this place reminds me of somewhere you might get yourself a good ole fashion rapin'.






Shady shady, someone is going to make a rap about that guy.


So we hiked a bit to get away from the shadiness and cooled off for a few hours. Little did I know, I was loosing massive amounts of oil as we bathed.


By 5 I was back at the house calling AAA.




Ahh AAA. I sure am getting the moneys worth this year.



Good thing I learned my lesson about a lack of oil seizing up an engine. As soon as I saw the flood of oil, well, lets just say AAA is programed into my phone. Who knows, maybe the mechanic gives a discount for multiple vehicles in a shop at one time.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Things that don't fly....

1. Pigs

2. Concrete slabs

3. Ostridges

4. Getting stood up.

ohhhhhh snap.


As I was walking up to the hospital today, little red asked me how my night was...

"Well... I can only expect to see him on the fourth floor today when I'm doing his x-ray.....
That's the only possible way he's getting out of me unleashing the inner black woman after not showing up last night."

Tonight the pup and I will celebrate with a calzone from Pablo's, beer from Boulder, and some key lime pie from a box. Ummmmm key lime pie.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Fathers day

I pretty much planned my day around going to walmart when it wouldn't be busy.





My logic was....dads have to be home by 5 to fire up the grill.








With my list in hand, I was in and out in an hour. I know. Not my best time either.




Because of the 99 degree heat and my extra window AC waiting to be carried downstairs to the car...I found myself standing in front of the fan isle. Yes. Tall fan was on the list. As I'm lifting this over sized box into the cart, the only other person in a 4 isle radius sits in her little auto drive cart in front of me spilling over the sides, and she says to me....




"I hope you have a handy husband at home because that's the hardest one to put together."




I pondered for a second how she would know that and pictured a house with a hundred fans in it.



"well do you?"




seriously? Feeling slightly offended and instantly reminded that I need to swing by isle 87 and get Midol, I turned around after wrestling the box into the cart.








"No. But I am Joe Kings daughter, so I'll do just fine."








Within two minutes of getting everything out of the box, I had to stop and get duct tape. This made me laugh....I truly am my fathers daughter.....not because I HAD to use duct tape, but more so that the duct tape roll was still in the vw bus, so I had to go with the emergency duct tape stash. The base had a crack in it, and I was tracking a trail of sand through the living room. Tape. Fixed.


Then, as I screwed in the last bit and boxed the cardboard pieces back up, out fell a few extra pieces. Yup. Totally my fathers girl.






I'm sure they're just extra because the fan is running fine....




Happy Fathers Day Pop.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Summer? Theres no summer here. You must have the wrong number.



Despite the fact that it is 99 degrees outside, I have yet to feel like I am on summer break. Working a 40 hour week at the hospital for free is for the birds. Those of you who work this much normally should be wearing a superhero cape at all times.




Outside of the hospital I have written 3 computed tomography procedure papers, 1 vascular intervention paper, 3 prompted journal reports, and two chapters worth of my workbook questions that have been turned in. I'm tired, a little cranky and certainly too white of skin to have it be 99 degrees outside.


So my weekend is coming, my bus is still engineless and I think I could sleep through the weekend if the dog wouldn't mind. But of course I cant do that. There is a house to clean, scrubs to wash and yet another paper to write. Plus the patient boy that I found outside of my doorstep this week certainly needs to be shown some attention if I ever want him sitting outside on the steps again.
Trust me, I don't like this schedule any more then you do. I am totally aware that my blogging is suffering. *yawn*

Sunday, June 10, 2007

This stroller sure isnt made for off roading




I walked in knowing I was late.








She whipped around and looked at me, one side of her hair braided, the other in a wild mass on the side of her head.


'Some BFF you are, I'm dying here!' she said jokingly....but with a kind of wild animal look in her eyes that scared me a bit.....



Babies screaming in the background.








I wasn't killed because I stopped and brought Chick-fil-a breakfast. It calmed the beast in her belly I think.


Of course by the time we got them in the pimping minivan and to the race they didn't make a sound. On the boys official 1st outing, Heather and I took them to watch Trygue (babies daddy) bike a leg on a team triathlon. Not really sure how the guy who hasn't slept in a month, played Dr at the hospital all month and placed third did it. Dopers have nothing on this guy. Next year the three of us are going to be on a team. I swim, Trygue on the bike and Heather running. We might have to be Team Baby Swap, as we pass the boys along with the race.
The rest of my weekend was spent finishing up my CT papers. Hooray for no more CT! Not that Vascular Intervention is going to be much better, but at least there are only two papers instead of three next week.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007


I know I know.



I'm a terrible terrible friend. I don't write and you get worried....But you love me. You know you do.

So you know that commercial for Mucinex where the nasty goopy guy is sitting in the chair, and the lung coughs and he goes shooting up the broncus? Well, goopy guy has been residing in my chest for the last week. In fact it feels a lot like this fron guy is in my lungs.

So I went out and got a box of that stuff, and lesson learned......although very effective, Mucinex is not the answer for the girl who can't halk a loogie.

Pretty much the last 3 days have been spent with me gagging in various trash cans and toilets in town.



Nice. I am a classy girl.



So this week of my clinical rotation is spent at the VA. Certainly different then last week when I was gagging in a trash can in St. Marys CT rotation for reasons other then my cold. *shivers* Let me tell you just how much I love old military men as patients.

a) They don't complain
b) They do exactly as told
c) They as no questions

Sweet. This is my kind of hospital. Plus I get to hear about 3 times a day....

'Honey, if I was 30 years younger, I'd be giving your boyfriend a run for the money.'

Oh you. Then I almost immediately turn red when I tell them they have to remove their pants for the CT exam and almost every time when I turn to get a gown from the closet, I'm face to face with a half naked old man.

'OK then here is your gown... oh sweet jesus I give you guys an order and theres not a second to loose is there?!.'

Then of course I cough and Im back to gagging out a loogie in the trash can.

Those guys are growing to love me.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

The eyes....they don't look so good

So this week ended my 'summer break' and started my 'slave to the medical man'. Decked out in all white I hit the doors on Monday at 6am, and pretty much everything since has been a bloody blur. Part of the program I'm in, rotates the students through each of the radiologic modalities, in case you want to specialize after you graduate. I started my summer in CT. Bloody trauma CT. I think it's safe to say that this one is not my favorite. Even though I lake the pace, and I like the information, when I walked back out the automatic glass doors later on the first day my brain constantly kept processing.....did I really just see that?

By the end of the week I walked out with a sore throat and runny nose passes around the CT department. On the plus side I did not walk out with the flesh eating virus that I saw earlier that week. I have another week in CT, but in a different hospital, one without an active ER.

Until then I'm going to work on drying up this runny nose and unplugging my ears. The watery glaze that covers my eyes....well, that may take just a few more days.