Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
My weekend didn't exactly start off the way I wanted it to. Saturday, I rolled out of bed and went to open the blinds on one of the windows in my bedroom. I was surprised to see that some of the siding of the house was hanging off in the breeze! There had been a pretty rough storm the day before. Several trees lost some limbs on my street, but I didn't think it would tear part of the house off!
Luckily, I could reach the section by hanging out the window without having to climb out onto the roof. I could just picture myself falling off the roof and having to go into the ER-- definitely not how I wanted to spend my day off. I hammered the section back in, adding a few extra nails. However, it wasn't flush with the wall.
I decided to find the longest screws I had and drill through the siding into the old wooden stuff beneath. Unfortunately, this meant a trip to the hardware store for pilot point drill bits as the "all-purpose" set I had wasn't meeting my purpose. The new bits went through the aluminum like butter, and I bought some all-purpose caulking as there was still a gap between the siding and the window ledge.
This is where my project went downhill.
I squeezed and squeezed on the caulking tube and got nothing. So finally, I used both hands, only to have the back end pop off and the stuff started to ooze out the back of the tube! Then I tried spackling the stuff onto the side of the house (mind you, I was upside-down hanging out the window doing this), but it wasn't working. Finally, I just started sticking my bare fingers in the tube and slathering it on like frosting. It sort of worked, and luckily, since it is clear and high up, I don't think it is too noticeable. I wouldn't recommend this "technique" though, as I'm not exactly sure that caulking is non-toxic.
The gap definitely needed to be fixed though, as I have old plaster walls in my 82 year-old house. Just under that window the wall kind of bows out and I put my knee through it when I was cleaning the window a few months ago. Maybe with the siding water-proofed there it will stay dry and when I get around to patching the wall it will stay nice and smooth. Finally, because I'm a girl and care about such things, I put some clear nail polish over the screw heads so that they won't start rusting later. Pretty resourceful, eh? Or I guess I could have just used better screws.
Last night I was over at my buddy's for a movie and a few beers. He was impressed, right up until the finger-painting part. He said, "Why didn't you just use a caulk gun?" This is the part where my head spun around and I said, "WHAT?" Apparently, the back end of those tubes is designed to slide forward, which is why the stupid thing popped open when I squeezed it. I thought it was just supposed to work like a large tube of toothpaste! I have another tube to redo the mildewy part around my bathtub, but luckily I hadn't gotten into that yet.
I guess part of the problem is that I have all of these home improvement books, but I don't technically look up things before I do them. I just do them and am then later shocked to discover that there's a better way to go about it. Apparently, J isn't as clueless as he likes to pretend to be. I may have to start enlisting his help around here.
Today's mishap was in the kitchen. I am trying to do more cooking around here, as I basically use my stove to heat up frozen pizzas. I am smart enough to not attempt new dishes for other people, and am first trying things out on myself. Tonight's attempt was at stuffed peppers. One of the peppers split open down the side. I briefly thought about suturing it back together. It turned out that it didn't even matter, as the stuffing only filled four of the COLLOSSAL bell peppers I had rather than the six the recipe called for.
Other than trashing my kitchen , I thought that things were going well until I saw this:
Here's a closer look in case you missed it:
That would be a tupperware lid, melted on one of my burners. Luckily, the thing peeled off in one piece once it cooled down.
The peppers actually didn't turn out too bad:
I was too full to eat more than half of it though, as I also made some Beer-Cheese soup which was quite tasty... and it didn't involve harming any innocent tupperware!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I am not afraid of having a heart attack. It's all the little weird things like anal fistulas and necrotizing fasciitis that freak me out. I know that I am not alone in this. I had an instructor in medical school who said that he was always afraid of the produce section at the supermarket. Whenever the automatic misters would come on to spray the fruit and vegetables, he said he would take off running. There is a somewhat rare bacteria that can inhabit irrigation systems and he didn't want to get Legionnaire's disease. It's kind of funny when you think about a grown man racing out of the grocery store, but I guess we all have our little quirks.
Anyway, back to my point: the other night a child came in with a complaint of worms. It turned out that she had pinworms. Not a big deal-- easy to treat, but kind of gross! I never really expected to encounter them as in med school they tell you that the worms typically only come out at night. If you suspect a patient has them, you place scotch tape over the patient's anus and by morning, there will be worms stuck to the tape. These worms weren't even bashful... they were easy to see! Fortunately, the child was young enough that she wasn't even aware that they were there.
Seeing them reminded me of this song that one of my little friends taught me in grade school:
Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep
They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks,
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A great big worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes,
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what worms eat when you're dead.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
My friends, who are much more seasoned runners, said that usually there is a starting strip and an ending strip when one runs with a chip so that the times are more accurate. The guy that came in first ran a 15:40 time. I thought they were being over ambitious when there was a starting point for people averaging a 5-minute mile, but I guess not!
After that, I took a quick nap and then joined the gang for a barbeque before working the 5pm-2am shift. I pushed it a bit too much, as I just felt feverish and out of it the whole night.
On Sunday, a group of us met up for a game of Ultimate Frisbee. I thought I would be much better at it than last fall, given all of the running. However, it's more of a sprinting game. There was a med student there that kept smoking me, so I ended up just doggedly running after him the whole game. One of the other residents sprained her knee, but other than that there were no casualties.
On Monday, a group of movers came and removed the playhouse from my backyard. I have been wanting to get rid of this thing because it sits right in the middle of my grass since I moved in. Fortunately, one of the other interns has a 4 year-old that wanted it desperately, so she was willing to pay a crew to come pick it up. It took 6 men over an hour to maneuver it down my driveway, and they still ended up banging into the roof over the side door!
Today, I met up with a friend to start studying for boards. I will be taking the last part of my licensing exam in July (hopefully only once), and I am trying to make myself just do a little bit every night. Step 3 is not supposed to be as bad as the first two parts, but I have a friend who failed it, and the stupid thing costs over $600, so I am not at all interested in repeating it!
Only 8 more days left until my vacation! I haven't had time off since September, so I can't wait! A lot of the impetus behind all of this running is for a big upcoming hike with "The Phoenix". Just the thought of not setting foot in the hospital for 9 days has me excited.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Last night was perfect. We had a great combination of residents. Everyone picked up charts as soon as they were in the rack, so the patients didn't have any wait time. The "Big Guy" was on, and he is notorious for flying through patients, so people actually got seen, evaluated, and discharged home in a timely fashion.
I am still working on the pediatric side, and every patient I saw had some combination of fever, vomiting, abdominal pain, and/or diarrhea. It was like directing traffic: go home, go home, go home, and you-- you have to stay.
I was supposed to stay until 2 am, but by then, things were so under control that the attending was letting one of the senior residents leave early. There were a group of residents heading out for a drink from the adult side, and my buddy came over and asked the attending if there was "anyone else he wanted to get rid of." So I got to leave, too.
So I really can't top a night of efficiency, followed by an early release, and social hour with my buddies. I think I was long overdue for a shift without problems after some of the stuff I have been dealing with lately.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Work has been somewhat stormy lately. In med school, one of my friends once likened me to a grizzly bear. She said I was normally independent and peaceful, but when backed into a corner, I would be a "force to be reckoned with." I guess I have been doing a lot more growling at work lately.
A couple of weeks ago I ran a trauma in which a child had been struck by a car. Reportedly, he was unresponsive on scene and bystanders had to do CPR. When he rolled into our department he was talking, but in a lot of pain. His breath sounds were unequal, and his chest x-ray showed several broken ribs and a huge lung contusion. His oxygen sats were dropping, so I ended up intubating him.
Traumas are always somewhat of a mess. There are often too many people in the room and people get focused on starting IVs and whatnot, and it's hard to get through the most important thing, which is thoroughly examining the patient, looking for injuries. I have learned quickly to be VERY assertive, so I can get in and get through my exam without getting distracted. There's still a lot to learn and improve on, but I'm holding my ground.
This case was somewhat frustrating to me as a resident on another service strolled right in and started talking to my patient when she had no business being there. She introduced herself and then had the audacity to tell him she would hold his hand until his mother arrived. I told her she wasn't needed and had to leave because we were about to do some x-rays. She had the nerve to say she was going to stay and get exposed to the radiation as she was not fertile anyway! I glared at her and kicked her out. I don't have any tolerance for bullshit, particularly in stressful situations. Plus, I already had good rapport with the patient, she didn't ask if I needed help, and it was condescending for her to just waltz in and act like she was there to save the day.
Shortly after that, I intubated the kid and he went up to the ICU on a ventilator for a few days. It turned out he had a head bleed. He just got discharged a few days ago.
Today, I had another kid that was hit by a car. This one was a complete mess. For some reason, his friends dumped him off bleeding in our parking lot, where a paramedic team happened to come across him on the way out of the hospital. We weren't expecting him, so the charge nurse had him taken to a regular room, rather than a more spacious trauma room.
Tonight the problems arose with a consulting service calling another service without our knowledge and canceling our orders and putting in some requested by a person who had never even laid eyes on the patient. This is a big no-no. While in the ER, we are ultimately in charge of the patient. A consult is technically there to make recommendations, and is not running the show.
Basically, this all came to a head when an x-ray tech called me and asked me cancel some of my own orders because another resident told her they weren't necessary. This ended up causing numerous phone calls and conversations about why orders weren't being carried out. I ended up canceling their unnecessary tests and re-ordering everything all over again. I was fuming, and unfortunately the whole mess caused so much delay in getting the testing done, that by sign-out time, everything was still pending for the oncoming resident.
On a lighter note, Ruthie has answered my 5 questions.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
So yesterday was race day. I was not off to the best of starts. Fortunately, my ability to breathe through my nose was back to normal, but there were still phlegmy remnants of my cold. The location ended up being pretty obscure and over an hour's drive away. I only went for a run once this past week and quit after 4 miles, so I wasn't sure what kind of day I was in for.
There were about 130 people registered, but the majority of them did the 5K. My friends and I took off at a snail's pace. There were times when I wanted to walk, but we just kept plodding along. There were several hills along the route, but just when I wanted to stop, we would start to descend and I would be able to build my energy back up. By the halfway point, we had all split off at our own paces.
I didn't bring my iPod, so it was just me and the countryside. Just the sounds of my own rhythmic breathing. Mile 4 was by a cow pasture. That was an incentive to speed it up a bit! That was also the point when I decided I could do this thing, without walking. The only breaks I took were to grab a dixie cup at the water stands and the 15 seconds or so it took of walking for me to gulp the cool liquid down.
The plan was to speed it up for the last quarter mile, but by the time I got there, there wasn't enough reserve left. I ended up running out the last 100 meters or so. My last steps were woozy, but I made it!
I ran my bib number: 1:07, which means I averaged a 10:45 minute mile. That's pretty darn slow!
We stuck around for the door prize drawings at the end and were surprised to find that we all took home medals. The majority of the 10K runners were 40+ and they smoked us! The best time of the day was 47 minutes. I ended up with first place for women 20-29 years. There were only two of us in the bracket, and my friend got the silver. My other friends took gold and silver for the 30-39 year brackets. The guy that won for the 70+ bracket was amazing-- he looked like he was in his 50's! There was this older guy in a yellow shirt that I wanted to catch up to the whole race, but he stayed about a quarter-mile ahead the whole way!
Overall, I am pretty pleased with myself. I have never run even 5 miles continuously. If I keep at it, I am sure I will get faster, but I surprised myself by not having to stop for any breaks!
The night before the race, I went out with a couple of friends to a new sushi restaurant in town. It was pretty cool because it was remodeled inside to look like a diner. At the counter, there was a long conveyer belt, and the cooks (Are they still called cooks when the fish is raw?) just kept putting out dishes and you picked up whatever looked good as it went by. The plates were color-coded by price. Pretty trendy for not being in the Big City!
P.S. Call yo' mama today!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I guess given all the "viral syndromes" I have diagnosed in the past week I had it coming.
And just so you know, nothing makes me crankier than seeing patients who are obviously less sick than I am. Where's MY Lortab Elixir? Where's MY excuse from work? No one is handing ME popsicles and stroking my hair!
Considering the gastroenteritis and pink eye from my peds month on the wards, I think it is clear who is winning.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
And then, there was the one time this guy walked across Barnes & Noble to chat me up. I was wearing my scrubs as it was just after a shift, and he asked me if I was a nurse. When I told him I was a doctor, he just turned around and walked right off! The resident/intern thing is a confusing thing to try to explain to people, too.
2. What were you like as a teenager?
As a teenager, I remember being frustrated all of the time. I did not ever feel like I fit in with anyone. Most of my friends I had maybe one or two things in common with, but I never really felt close to anyone. During high school, I tended to over-involve myself in all sorts of activities, clubs, and sports. I think that partly stemmed from being bored and trying to find myself. My hometown is kind of bizarre in that it is so small, there weren't really any cliques. I tended to just float from person to person, and never really felt like I fit in. I did a lot of stupid, stupid things to try and please other people that luckily didn't end disastrously. And I didn't date. It was also the kind of environment where everyone knew everyone else's business and I was always too scared to share my feelings.
3. What is the most recent dream that you can remember?
Most recently, I dreamt that a patient was telling me that he had been bitten by a shark. There were bite marks up and down his legs. He denied going to the ocean and said he had been swimming in one of our local lakes. I kept telling him that there was no way that a shark could be in the lake, but he wouldn't believe me. In the dream, I was talking about the patient to an attending and they kept telling me I had to find out the truth. I woke up pretty frustrated from that one.
4. When you run and “get into the zone”, are you a “thinker” or do you just let your mind go blank?
5. Tell us something that you have done, that you would not have thought you would have done in a million years.
If you are brave enough to play.... Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.You will update your weblog with the answers to the questions.You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
A few hours before the game I went for a 4-mile run... and rewarded myself with a sundae for dinner. With all of the night shifts lately and weekend activities my running has kind of fallen by the wayside. This is unfortunate as that 10K is rapidly approaching. It most definitely will be a run/walk event for me.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
On Saturday, I went on a Wine and Herb tour with some friends. We got there later than planned, and had to leave early as one of us had to work that evening, but it was fun. We made it to 9 of the 16 wineries. This time I went more with reds rather than whites. At each stop, they gave us a small herb in a container, a snack, and a recipe utilizing their featured herb. I came home with two kinds of tomatoes, basil, chives, pepper plants, and several other things I can't remember. I guess now I can really dress up those Lean Cuisines I nuke every night in the microwave!
On Sunday, I went to see "300" with a friend. It's about a small group of Spartans trying to hold back Xerxes (spelling?) in his quest to conquer Greece. It was very bloody, but the nice thing about the Spartans is that they don't wear pants... and they have incredibly fit bodies! After that, my friends treated me to a fancy dinner and drinks.
On Monday, I went out to lunch with some friends, mowed the lawn for the first time this year, and did some shopping.
Today I went back to work. The bad thing about long weekends is that it's so annoying to have to go back. I survived, but the day was INCREDIBLY long.