My new friends

I'm expecting. No, not a baby. I'm expecting 2 kittens! I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself! My 2 dear kitties died 18 months ago from chronic renal failure and although the break from having pets was nice, it's time for me to have some new buddies. So here they are:

I know what you're thinking....You are thinking these are the most precious kittens you ever saw. Even if you hate cats, you are thinking you could easily love them. So, being a cat lover, you can imagine how excited I am!! You also might be wondering how I'm going to be able to tell them apart. It took me a little while too. But, the boy has white mittens and boots and the girl has dark mittens and boots. That's it. That's the only way I can tell. I'm thinking of naming the girl Chloe and the boy is going to be named either Charlie or Sam. I'm leaning toward Sam. As in Sam Bradford. As in the father of my future children who is the hunky quarterback for the Rams. First we have to meet though. As soon as he sees my kittens I'm sure he'll be hooked, right?

The kittens are only 4 weeks old so it will be a few more weeks before I get to bring them home. Until then, I just have these pictures!!

Have a great day!

how I spent my week off snowed in and unable to leave my house!

Well it appears I survived Blizzardpallooza 2011. Now it's just soooo cold! So it was kind of nice not having to worry about driving to work, since I was off this week, but it was also pretty lonely being stuck at home alone. So I did accomplish one of the tasks I planned, which was to turn my ugly formica counters into a thing of beauty. My friend Kristin showed me this stuff that she bought last week. Me, always trying to emulate everything she does, immediately went out and bought some for myself.

This is the stuff. Giani Granite Paint. It comes in many colors. I picked chocolate brown.


This is my kitchen. Very boring counters!

So on the eve of the Big Storm, I got an SOS pad and scrubbed down every inch of my counters and backsplash. The real task was getting all that blue residue from the pad off the counters. Then I had to use Frogtape to mask off the edges. This was the least fun and most time consuming part.

So after that was all done, I primed the counters with this black primer that came with the kit. (By the way, everything you need comes in the box which is great! Except I did buy an extra plastic paint tray and foam brush because I hate cleaning paint off things like this.)

About the time I got the primer on, the storm hit. So I went to bed and let all this dry overnight. The next morning was interesting because not only did I have a foot of snow outside, but I also really couldn't use my kitchen. Very poor planning on my part. My microwave and coffee maker are sitting on my kitchen floor and let's face it, I'm getting old and it's not much fun bending and stooping for that morning cup of Joe!

Since there was nothing on TV but constant news broadcasts about the snow, I started step 2 of the painting. It was fun! There are 3 colors that you sponge on the counters. At first I was wondering what I got myself into. It didn't look anything like granite! But strangely enough, as I sponged on colors #2 and #3, it was like magic! I let that dry 4 hours and then did 2 coats of clear topcoat. My counters are pretty much finished but I have to let them "set" for 3 days before I can put anything back on them. Here they are:

And a close-up:

I think it turned out really nice, don't you?

One thing I will say is that I accidentally applied the colors in the wrong order so they didn't turn out as "chocolate brown" as I originally wanted, but in the end I think this turned out better because it matches my wall color and my porcelain tile floor better.

Now my mom wants to do hers, and it was so fun I'm thinking about helping! Honestly, for about $70, this stuff can't be beat. I wish I had learned about this sooner!
Thanks, Kristin!!! You're the best!

No Pain, No Gain

I started seeing a personal trainer this week. Not because it was a New Year's Resolution, or anything, but because it just happened to be January when I was able to start doing this. You might wonder why I don't just join a gym. I've done that. And I don't go. I need someone who I am paying for his time and who will be waiting for me to show up. I also want a program tailored just for me and someone who is there 100% of the time to make sure my form is perfect. Anyway, this guy is the real deal. He owns a private gym so I'm the only person there usually when I go in for my appointment. The place is very clean. There are no distractions and the equipment is always available to use. So Tuesday was my first day to go. He said he would be easy on me the first two weeks. I believed him. Yesterday I got out of bed and Yeeeoowwww my quadriceps let me hear about it. All day! And all night, since I was on call and awake. This morning wasn't as bad and it's a good thing because appointment #2 was this morning. If telling him about my soreness was supposed to be a hint to go easier on me, he didn't bite. His reply, "good! working out will help the soreness". I sorta gave him an agonizing laugh. But he was right. The soreness really did improve! It was a somewhat painful hour but I survived. I came home and slept most of the afternoon, since my sleep was interrupted overnight. I know tomorrow I will be sore but it feels sort of good. Like I did something good for myself. You know?

Nigel

This is going to be a disgusting story. If you don't like truly gross things, just stop now. It really takes a lot to gross me out. I can handle pee, poo, vomit, blood...doesn't bother me. However, I think I have met my match. Last week I was at the parent's house of my friend Kristin's watching the Fiesta Bowl. It's always a big doggie-palooza over there. They are never without at least 4 dogs in the house. This time I think I counted 6, but I'm not sure. So I'm just happily watching the game when Nigel, a visitor, jumps up on my lap. He was particularly happy, rubbing all over me and finally settled down and let me pet him. After awhile, he jumped down and I noticed that I smelled like the worst rotten fish smell ever. I couldn't figure it out and it was starting to bug me. I could smell it all over my cashmere sweater, so I took it off. I made my friends smell the sweater. Kristin's husband agreed that it smelled like fish. I think Kristin is either crazy or her 1st cranial nerve doesn't work because she didn't think it smelled bad.

After I went home, I took off my jeans and there was a strange brown spot on the thigh. I smelled it and it was the most concentrated fishy smell ever! So I whip out my ipad and I googled "rotten fish dog". I wish I hadn't. I found out that Nigel had emptied his anal glands on my lap and I guess the smell managed to get all over me! No wonder he was so happy! I guess they were bugging him. Anyway, if I was ever considering getting a dog, I think I just took a step back. Is that grosser than gross, or what?!

2 years!?

Has it really been that long since my last post? I've had many life changes since that last post. I don't think I'm as funny now, for one. My posts had wisdom mixed with humor and a few tears. Now I feel like I'm all serious. I feel like my career in medicine stole my happy soul from me.

I finished residency 6 months ago. What an awesome thing, to have my life back, to have money to spend, to plan my financial future, to have more free time. But I'm also much more scared about complications. In residency, it's easy to be a cowboy when you're riding on your attending's shoulders. But when you're out alone, all by yourself, making decisions feels so much more...permanent. My doctor friends warned me that in my first year of private practice, I'll have "crazy shit" happen that never happened in residency. They could not be more right. Just yesterday, I had two strange yet scary events happen that I've never seen before. I was putting an epidural in a pregnant lady and instead it went into the patient's subdural space. I couldn't do that again if I tried! It all turned out ok but it scared me and the patient, only I had to fake being calm and in control. Who wants an anxious doctor? Not me!

2 hours later I'm sitting in a c-section. All is going fine. Right before delivery, my patient told me she felt nauseated. I checked her blood pressure and it was a bit low so I gave her a regular dose of ephedrine. Baby is delivered right after. Everything is fine. All of a sudden my monitors start going nuts and I look and the EKG says my patient is in wide complex V-tach! What the hell?! I turn around and look at my patient happily watching her baby get dried off and I ask her if she's feeling ok. She told me she felt fine. I'm thinking, "how the hell could you be feeling fine?! Lady, you're in V-tach!!". I was about to tell her to cough as hard as she could when all of a sudden the V-tach resolved and never came back. Good riddance, I thought to myself. It must have been the ephedrine. It had to have been the ephedrine. But I've given ephedrine a thousand times to healthy women during c-sections! Why did she do that? See? Crazy shit happens your first year out...

My job is stressful. But I love my job. But it's stressful.

"Every girl is crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man..."

No blogging for awhile. I've had a lot on my mind but can't talk about it here.

So today I was in the Neonatal ICU rounding. I'm in the NICU the entire month. It's a pretty good rotation. For one, I like babies. For another, most of them just need to eat and grow, then they can go home. One of the things I've noticed is that a lot of parents bring CD's for their baby to listen to. Most of the music is soft classical music. Very soothing and calm, right? Well, one of the nurse practitioners told me today that the parents of her patient brought some music for their baby to listen to today too. Instead of bringing nice, soft, relaxing music, they brought an array of Metallica, Rob Zombie, and ZZ Top! Who would do that?!

So I don't really have a title to this post. I just finished my month in the pediatric ICU and it was actually a lot of fun. The kids are fun and most of the time, they recover from illness so much faster than adults.

Except Saturday. Saturday morning is a day I hope to forget but probably won't. We got a 16 year old boy medi-flighted to us from a rural hospital. He had overdosed on drugs on a camping trip and had a full cardiac arrest. When he got to us, a brief neuro exam told me he was most likely brain dead. To actually declare him brain dead requires what we call a "brain death exam" and we can't do it until his body temperature and pH are normal. In other words, there can't be a metabolic reason why he has a positive brain death exam.

So how do you tell a mom that? I had an hour to contemplate this before she got to the hospital-before the whole family got to the hospital. I took a long, audible deep breath and just told them straight out. How sorry I was...his brain was without oxygen too long....he overdosed....and he was most likely brain dead. Then the worst came: His mother didn't believe me. That's the hardest part. You don't want to be mean, but you also don't want to give them ANY hope that their loved one will turn around, because they won't. Brain dead IS dead. To tell them any different would be cruel and it would only draw out their pain. My attending came in and reiterated what I said. More family showed up and a fight broke out between them, pointing fingers and blaming each other.

I drove home completely depressed and it stayed with me the whole day. I felt guilty when I enjoyed my favorite song on the radio. I felt guilty getting to watch college football later that night. People complain that doctors seem so removed from compassion and deliver bad news without emotion. It's not that they don't care. They really do. But there comes a point when you let the daily grind of other people's tragedy completely destroy you.

The next day I went in and the resident on call told me that overnight our patient stabilized enough to complete a brain death exam. He was dead, as I figured he would be. His mother wanted him to be an organ donor, but his organs were too damaged from lack of oxygen. His ventilator was turned off. And that was it.

God Bless Ketamine!

We were doing a tubal ligation aka..."tubes tied" yesterday when for whatever reason, the spinal didn't work all the way. The patient really let out a yelp when the surgeon gave her "test pinches" to see if an incision would hurt. So I did what we do when this happens. I whipped out the Ketamine. I LOVE that stuff! Give it to the patient and they go off to LaLa Land, complete with good pain relief and some mighty interesting hallucinations. It is it is similar to PCP so basically you are giving the patient a legal acid trip during surgery. In recovery, most of them comment on "seeing things" during surgery. It's always fun to tell them that it was perfectly normal and it was from some special medicine they got. Oddly enough, elves seem to be a popular hallucination that gets reported. I'm not sure if I would want to see elves during surgery, unless of course they were from the North Pole and were bringing me lots of presents!

I took a hiatus from blogging

Well, quite frankly, I've been too busy to blog. And when I'm not too busy, I have nothing but complaining to do, and who wants to read that?

So, I've been working nights on OB for the past 2 weeks. Until yesterday, I was really starting to feel like a vampire. Nights are cool. There are less people around, and there is more time to chat with the nurses. There are also no "suits" around. That being said, I'm glad to be a normal person again. I'm glad this month is almost over. I like OB and all, but it's a grueling schedule. When I'm off work, I'm lonely because I've neglected all my friends and now nobody calls anymore. It hasn't helped that I've been sick, either. 2 weeks ago I had an upper respiratory infection which is fine and all, but it causes me to have asthma which isn't fine. I finally got over that, only to get a random UTI which was completely annoying. I'd probably get fired if I called in sick, so I just suffered through it.

Last night I HAD to get out in public, wear normal girl clothes, and do something normal, so I organized a "girls' night out" for the few girls in my program. There's Julie and me, then we just got 3 new girls (yay!). The guys are ALWAYS having their guy parties and don't invite us. So now, at least there are enough girls to legitimately have girls' night. All we did was go to dinner but it was fun, especially for vampires who never get out!

I just keep reminding myself in 2 years this will all be over and I can start dating again, go on fun vacations, have a big house with a pool and cool parties...

Things I've learned while on trauma call

1. Don't ride on a motorcycle on an interstate going 80mph while standing on the seat
2. Don't attack a police officer with nunchuks
3. don't let a priaprism last more than 24 hours before you get medical care
4. don't get shot (this covers the majority of our traumas)
5. being in a gang will cause #4. Don't join a gang.
6. if you are drunk, it's probably a bad idea to try and drive your car through a house
7. crashing your motorcycle and then getting hit by a car afterwards, may cause your arm to get torn off
8. don't go near a rotating airplane propeller
9. don't ride on an ATV
10. If you are too young to drive and don't know how to drive, don't take the parents' car out for a joyride with friends.
11. Getting a speeding ticket is a better alternative than shooting yourself in the head to avoid one. 6 people now have new organs thanks to that guy.

I'm back!

Argh...not much to blog about.

Last week when I was doing kids' anesthesia, a little 5 year old girl woke up in the middle of my case and started screaming. Scared the daylights out of me. I've never had that happen, and she was on more than enough anesthetic so I don't know how on earth she woke up. Anyway, so far she doesn't remember anything. I feel so bad about it. She's already got cancer and I may have now caused her to get PTSD.

I caved this week and ate chips and queso this week (one of my lent sacrifices). Still doing okay on the sweets though.

I was on call last night. An entertaining night. I did anesthesia for a poor guy with a priaprism. (Robyn will like that one). The surgeons drained his penis but it doesn't appear to have worked, so today he was going to have a Quackles Procedure. Just the sound of that makes me laugh. Quackles Procedure. I kept saying it over and over last night.

I didn't go to bed until 4am. My other case was a prisoner who was set to go on trial for murder yesterday so he decided to hoard his medications and take them all at once. Unfortunately, he passed out on his arms and gave himself a bad case of compartment syndrome so he had to have bilateral arm fasciotomies. Sucks to be him. Then again, if he hadn't killed someone, he wouldn't have been in prison, and he would not have wanted to kill himself. So there you go. It's his fault.

I put in a central line in him last night and had a lot of trouble getting it in. When I finally got a look at the chest film, what was supposed to be a right subclavian line crossed over and went all the way into his left subclavian. That was odd. Had to stay up and fix it, which was why I went to bed at 4am. Fortunately, I did not hit his lung.

And the last of my news....I bought some new Merrells tonight. They are chocolate brown suede lined with some kind of wooly-fleece which surrounds my feet in snuggly softness. I'm on call tomorrow and I can't wait to wear them!

Hillary versus Obama

Just kidding.

So It's been 11 days since Lent. I gave up all sweets and all chips. Without dieting, I have already lost 3 pounds! I only cheated once, and it was when I grabbed a peppermint candy after lecture one day, forgetting that I'd given up all sweets. What I did give up was the constant snacking on garbage that I do all day at work. Most of it is hunger driven because the only thing really good the hospital gives us is plenty of cookies and chips. Then there's the drug rep who brings us little miniature candy bars. Between all this, I figured out I'm eating an extra 900 calories a day. Yikes. Well. That's over. Who knew that just cutting out needless snacking could result in weight loss? So simple, yet so challenging.

Caution!

When working in the MRI room, make sure you take off all metal objects! They will either 1. get sucked into the machine or, 2. break. Last week I forgot to take off my watch and it promptly quit working, frozen in the exact time that I walked into the room. Strangely enough, it miraculously started working again a week later.

Can anyone explain this to me?

Out of the frying pan and into the fryer...

I was soooo happy to be finished with my trauma ICU rotation. As it turns out, I just traded in one nightmare for another. I had my second day of kids' anesthesia and it's really crazy. Kids are scary. They turn on you for no reason. Like today. My second case is cruisin' along and all of a sudden the baby became hypoxic and turned this awful grey color. We called a cardiologist to come in and do a quick enchocardiogram, but it yielded no information.

I got home and realized this is the first time in 2 months I've gotten home while it's still daylight, so I went on (what used to be) my daily 3 mile walk. While walking, a bird flew over and pooped on me.

Uh, God? Did I do something to upset you?

Almost....!!

Ah, nothing like the eve of my last day in the trauma ICU. My Hell-Month is over. I never have to think of it or dread it ever again. No more taking orders from surgery residents ever again.

I did like some of this month. I like getting to know the families of the patients and working with all the nurses. Everybody was really nice. I just don't like rounding all day. It's boring. I also felt like the surgery department's scut monkey, but that's a whole other story.

This month was rough. I lost some patients that I really cared about. The hardest part was watching their families suffer. I wish I could just bear half the weight they are feeling. The thing about the trauma ICU is, most of the patients are younger. It's filled with the 17 year old brain dead boy who just made a bad decision while driving...too new at it to know better. Or there's the 83 year old lady who was in a car accident and broke both her hips-and injury she won't survive. Then there's the 27 year old guy who got shot in the head and now there are 3 people alive today because he donated his organs to them. Anyway, you get my point. It's emotionally exhausting. Now I know why some doctors seem cold and emotionless. Doing this day in and day out would make anyone clinically depressed and divorced. I didn't spend enough time there to become that way. I hugged parents after their child died and then went home and cried myself.

To throw another event in all this, my 39 year old stepsister died suddenly 2 weeks ago today. She had been sick with an asthma exacerbation and in the hospital for a week. Back home, she still felt bad and just stayed in bed. Unfortunately, that set her up for a pulmonary embolus. I don't think she ever knew what hit her. She was short of breath and vomiting, then she was dead. Everyone in my family though it was her heart. I told my brother that 39 year old women don't drop dead suddenly from a heart attack, they die from clots in their lungs.

She and I weren't close at all. In fact, we hardly spoke to each other. We had some..er...differences of opinion on things. Now I'm left feeling guilty that I wasn't more friendly to her. I wasn't mean to her, but I wasn't nice either. I was nothing. She has three kids, two of which my dad is now raising because their dad's don't want them. I'm going to try and make it up to Angie by being good to her children.

This month is finally coming to an end and I can at least get some of my life back! I finished a 27 hour shift this morning. It was a horrible night. Our trauma center was so busy and all the patients that came through were critically injured. I think we had 5 new admissions, in addition to the ones we already had. Just about everyone is on a ventilator and one unfortunate woman actually has brain tissue oozing out the back of her head. I had the miserable task of talking to her family about her poor prognosis. What do you say to someone who's only child just got shot in the head?

The stuff I've seen this month is so horrible that most of it I can't write about. I'm looking forward to not being exposed to all this human cruelty and getting back to just doing anesthesia.

An apology to my friends

I've neglected all of you lately. I missed getting to wish everyone a Happy New Year and all that. My excuse is a lame one: I've just been working All THE TIME. If I'm not at work, I'm in bed (sleeping). I worked 90 hours this week, which left no time for me to do anything else. Sadly, New Year's Eve I was in bed by 9:30pm because I had a 24 hour shift starting at 6am the next day. I hated it. All this being said, I think about all ya'll a bunch and hope everyone's year is starting off good!

What has made me so busy is my trauma ICU assignment this month. It's notoriously known as the worst month of the anesthesia residency, because the hours are so long. It's also depressing. Just about everyone has traumatic brain injuries from various accidents, whether it is putting up Christmas lights and falling off a ladder, or mostly, car accidents and gang members shooting each other. Most of these guys are on a ventilater and not showing much hope of coming off. Some of the awful trauma I see makes me want to never leave my house, for fear of ending up like these guys.

I just woke up from sleeping all day after a 30 hour shift last night. We're having our annual anesthesia department party tonight which is pretty fun. Everyone dresses to the hilt and we have free food and drinks. What am I going to do instead? Order out sushi and watch back-to-back episodes of "Flip That House". I just want to stay home tonight and chill.

My month in a netshell

1. Went to NYC for an anesthesia conference
2. came back and had no power for 5 days due to Ice Storm 2007
3. came back sick with a cold that I am STILL recovering from
4. Had an altercation with a male attending who shoved me in the OR. It's turned into a big mess and now I (yes, ME!) have to apologize in order to save face and not make it difficult to get a job in 2 years (even though I did nothing wrong!)
5. Lost my voice for 2 days while I was sick. No fun talking to patients with no voice
6. went to dad's for Christmas celebration
7. had another Christmas celebration at my house
8. got drunk and danced at at fellow residents' Christmas party
9. looking forward to the college football bowl games
10. dreading next month working in the trauma ICU where I'll get to work 100 hours a week!
11. I'm not kidding about the 100 hours-thing
12. being jealous of Pastor's Bride who gets to go to Israel while I'm working 100 hours a week
13. Not being jealous of Pink who keeps taking trips to Iowa

Crazy week

Late last week I went to NYC for an anesthesia conference. I had a great time but I'll save that story for another time. I came home and found that my power was out due to Big Ice Storm 2007. My house was so cold that you could see my breath. Yikes. I shacked up at my friend Julie's until Friday when it came back on. Friday! 5 days without any electricity! My poor kitties survivied it though. None of the food in my fridge did. And my yard was a mess of branches that had broken off from the weight of the ice.

It's just been a crazy week. I came home from the conference with a bad cold, and as soon as I got back, it's back to the daily grind of 13 hour days at work, then I was on call until 7am this morning. I'm worn out. One day was particularly bad. I think it was Thursday. I developed a migraine and it just went on and on forever. I was at work and could not leave. (doctors don't get sick). I felt so nauseated that I had to put an alcohol swab inside my surgery mask. (little known fact that sniffing alcohol helps with nausea.I learned this from one of our nurses). I finally got off work that night at 7:30.

I surprised myself. I always wondered what would happen when I got a migraine at work and couldn't leave. I survived.

Well the Dog Silencer appears to be working like a charm. The dogs absolutely will not bark anywhere near my house. Even when a random cat walks by, they won't bark at it. They do, however, bark when they get out of range which makes me think I should buy another one for the back of my yard. It wouldn't be so bad, except those two dogs start barking at two other dogs nearby and between the 4 of them, it gets really loud! Especially at 2am.

So, tomorrow I am traveling to an anesthesia conference in NYC. I'm actually staying in Newark and will take a train to NYC everyday, due to the cost of all the hotels in NYC being $500 a night. Tonight I've been trying to devise a plan of travel from my hotel to Times Square. I'm confused. My hotel is adjacent to Penn Station which has two different trains, a bus, and a subway. They all go to NYC. Why are there 3 different rail systems? Which one should I take? Where will I end up? How late do they run?

Sigh. God help me. Anyone out there who knows me, knows I am going to get hopelessly lost. All by myself.

And don't even get me started on the NYC subway system. I pulled up a map of that tonight and thought I was reading some ancient hierogyphics. Why can't they all be like the D.C. rail system? That was easy to figure out!

Life is weird. I am really, really good at a lot of things. But the things I'm not good at-I'm horrible at.

Well, at least my hotel has a Starbucks. Coffee makes everything better.