Numbers

Yesterday....

4:50 - the time I rolled out of bed.  Moaning and cursing.

9 - the number of consecutive days I'd worked.

14 - the number of hours I worked in one day.

1 -The number of cinnamon rolls I ate.

4 - The number of cups of coffee I drank.  The minimum required dose to maintain consciousness.

3 - The number of pagers I carried.

0 - The opportunities I had to go to the restroom.

5 - The number of times I've heard Dr. S's sepsis lecture. 

2 - The number of admissions I did after 1600.

7 - The number of times my stupid ID badge fell off my coat.

52 - The number of seconds it took me to pull out a pericardial drain.  My fellow told me if I went too fast I might tear the heart. 

8:15 - The time I left work.

1 - The number of drinks consumed before I declared myself officially intoxicated.

2 - The seconds it took me to fall asleep after crawling into bed.

Happy day off to me!!!  It's about freaking time!

Assumptions....

Several years ago, I promised my BFF Rachel that I would buy her a fancy pair of designer shoes for her wedding.  At that time, she was single and I made this promise based on two assumptions.  Either 1. Rachel would never get married, or 2. I would be extremely wealthy by the time she finally did meet that special someone. 

Well, turns out that Rachel met, fell in love with, and is now engaged to a wonderful guy.  I've learned to look past the fact that he went to MU, and focus on the things that we have in common; a mutual admiration of station wagons (be it Volvo or Subaru), and old plaid-lined Lands End jackets.  We have a strong foundation.  And of course, we both love and adore Rachel.

So....Yay!  Happy!  Fun!  Rachel and Travis are getting married!

And I am left scratching my head as to how assumption number 2 hasn't quite panned out.  Yeah, yeah...I'm a doctor....but I'm so far in debt from my medical school loans that the only thing I can afford to be is a doctor.  And the last time I calculated my hourly wage, it was approximately $4.00.   

None the less, a promise is a promise.

So Rachel and I did lots of internet searching for fancy bridal shoes.  We looked online at Bergdorf, Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus and Saks 5th Avenue.  We both fell in love with a pair of Manolos, only to be crushed when we found out that the $158.00 price was the price for the knock-offs and the real Manolos were closer to $600.00.  Gah....I still weep.

Then Rachel finally narrowed down her favorites to a group of about 4 and let me make the final decision,  which was a bit nerve-racking.  The choice of wedding shoes is not to be taken lightly! 

So I picked out a pretty little pair of Vera Wang slippers and my promise from years ago was kept. 

And if I start looking thinner over the next few months, its likely that I can't afford food. 

Cheers to Rachel and Travis....and Vera!

Oh....and if you happen to be attending the blessed event, please take a moment to admire the shoes.  I would appreciate it.  Thank you. 

Bacon

Dear Cardiology Patient,

Although I have no evidence that you have coronary artery disease and your work up for chest pain has been completely negative, I cannot, in good faith, let you have a regular diet while you are on the cardiology service. While you are in the hospital, you will comply with the low sodium, low fat, low cholesterol diet.  My apologies.

Now excuse me, I have to get down to the cafeteria before all of the bacon is gone.

Your friendly cardiology resident,

CBart, MD