Cry Baby

Is it ridiculous that I get a little misty-eyed when I hear the song Centerfield?

Yep...thought so.

You are a tool - second installment

Tyler Hansbrough.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUzxBa_yuCs

You are a tool - first installment

For a while now, I've been trying to come up with a good working definition of the word "tool". It's one of those things.....you know a tool when you see one, but I just can't define the word. So I've decided to document the tools I encounter in my life and try to come up with some sort of a pattern that I can work into a definition.

Here goes.....

Hey guy with no shirt on who I saw crossing Linwood at Prospect....I realize that the sun is out, but it's still only 50 degrees. I don't care how big your muscles are. You are a tool.

I dream of Don Chilito's

Do you ever kinda-sorta wake up in the middle of the night, knowing you're dreaming, but understanding that you are talking in your sleep? This happens to me every once in a while, but I usually forget what I've said. Well, the other night, I woke up about 3:00am and said, "Regular combination burrito, red sauce, no lettuce." I looked around, realized I was in my dark bedroom, shrugged and went back to sleep. Danny was able to verify this episode the following day.

In other, semi-Don Chilito's, related news: my mom bought me some body cream a few weeks ago. It's by Burt's Bees and it's called Honey Shea Butter. Well, it smells just like honey, and when I use it, I smell like a big sopapilla who has been rolling around in a vat of honey. This, of course smells....well....delicious, but I'm not sure it's appropriate to smell like a honey-drenched sopapilla. I remember my friend Rachel's mom commenting that we were too old to smell like fruit (Country Apple, anyone?), does this apply to pastries as well? Any thoughts?

The best thing I've heard lately....

"He's really cute, but he's so schizophrenic!"
- anonymous attending

This stinks

After much denial and misguided rationalization, I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am allergic to my very favorite candle - the Applewood scented Woodwick. In the beginning it was easy to contribute my sneezing and watery eyes to "just something in the air" or "maybe I'm getting a little cold". But it has become quite obvious that the culprit of my symptoms is, in fact, my dear friend the Woodwick.





Because I have 1 and 3/4 of these large (and somewhat pricey) candles left, I will continue to burn them until my symptoms become unbearable or I go into anaphylactic shock....whichever comes first.



Does anyone have an extra epi-pen?

resurfacing

Ah, it's been a while. For the past 2 months I've been a slave to surgery. First Urology and then Transplant. My shelf was Friday and now I'm on spring break (wait...is it snowing?). Urology was a lot of fun and I got to participate in a lot of cool cases. I got to use a scalpel to open someone up. They let me cauterize between the aorta and the renal artery (I think the resident was more nervous than I was), and I got to do pretty much an entire cystoscopy and hydrodistention by myself. As far as I know, all of these patients are still alive and well :) Oh, and I learned how to do a pretty wicked awesome running subcuticular suture.

Transplant wasn't as much fun, but the hours were a little better. I worked between 12-15 hour days on urology, and then 10-12 hour days on transplant. Unfortunately I didn't get to see an actual transplant while I was on transplant, just a lot of cholecystectomies and liver resections. I did get to take care of some pretty interesting/sick patients though. It's pretty cool to see someone on the brink of death who gets a whole new life after receiving a new organ. By the way, if you're not an organ donor, you should do it....and make sure your family knows!

So yeah, that's what I've been up to for the past 2 months. What else is new? Um....oh yeah....having a baby. But don't expect me to be all ooey gooey annoying about it, because that's just annoying. And to be quite honest, I don't really have time to think about it and get all sentimental and introspective. And I won't be posting any belly pictures on facebook, so you can just forget about that.

More updates to come over the next week. My next adventure is trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Apparently it gets a little more complicated than just being "a doctor."