For someone who, for the last 26 years, has always had a washer/dryer in her home, the realization that you can do not one, but three loads of laundry simultaneously in the apartment facility is quite thrilling. Efficient! I like it! (I was going to do four, but I didn't want to be a washer hogette.) That's really swell. Anyway, I was reveling in this thought until I came home and did some light gardening. Then I realized something serious. . . I've thrown all my towels in the wash.
Reminds me of an unnamed friend who did something similar in the name of efficiency. He stripped down to his underwear and went about his merry, and oh-so-efficient way. . . until his roommates came home and found him in the altogether.
Speaking of the garden. . . I'm a little sad about this. I had planted some empty heart spinach stems earlier in the week in hopes that I could squeeze another dish or two from last week's batch. WELL. Stupid rain, no, deluge, came and flooded the whole darn tootin' thing. I think the chocolate peppermint will be ok though.
Billy contends the sexiest thing a woman (womun) can do is to use semicolons correctly. I think the sexiest thing a man can do is to say, "I can fix that." (and then proceed to fix your sliding screen door, your computer, that crick in your neck. . .) What do you think?
when you feel a little sad. . . and that is to watch Sound of Music while eating Honey-Ohs cereal. I love that part where she's trying to pump herself up before going to meet the Captain 'n' kids. Even in her dumpy castoff clothes and hideous carpet bag, she's totally psyched (through the magic of music, naturally). And you can totally tell 'cause she's swinging that bag and guitar about her, with that determined "I'll show 'em!" look in her eyes.
Then she gets to the enormous wrought-iron gate and the look on her face classic, "oh shit. . . "
Danny is one of my favorite tango partners. Partners switch off all the time so the more experienced can dance with the more clumsy (i.e. me). He explains things really well, and since he is an engineer, he talks in physics and math terms. In theory, I understand tango now.
Danny: I'm glad you have a math/science background. It makes explaining the dance so much easier for me. Me: We'll be ok as long as you keep describing it in terms of mechanics and basic math. Venture off too far in, say, discrete mathematics, and I'll be totally lost. Danny: No Kim, tango is supposed to be fun.
And it is! I wish more of y'all were in Tulsa, because the more, the merrier. There's tango just about every other night, so give you three guesses as to what I'll be doing this summer. Also, I need these tango shoes.
Which unfortunately, means one more week of internal medicine. I forgot to blog about how much I hate it now.
The one highlight of this rotation came while I was suturing a man's hand in our free clinic. He was a former football player from Arkansas. Big tough guy. Anyway, I asked him what he had done for the pain, and he casually remarked, "Oh, 20 Tylenol or so." . . . "Extra strength??" . . . "Yeah." . . . "Oh my gosh, you CAN'T DO THAT, man!" That's when I noticed he was wearing a grubby Corona hat. Tylenol and alcohol are a bad combination. Keep in mind I had just seen someone successfully commit suicide taking 15 Tylenol, and I was still pretty shaken by it all. I sent him to the ER immediately. Savin' lives, y'all. Savin' lives! :D
Oh yeah. I hate my second medicine team. My intern yelled at me incessantly yesterday, and I actually had to duck into a bathroom to cry out of frustration for the first time this entire year. The thing is, he's so incompetent and his communication skills are so poor, I know he is trying to put me down to compensate for what he lacks. He's a foreign med graduate, and no offense, because I know some fantastic attendings and residents who are FMGs, but the vast majority of them are sub par.
Anyway, we had a patient with suspected myocardial infarction, so he asked, "What do you want to do now, Dr. Yang?" (side note: I hate being addressed as Dr. Yang when I'm not a doctor yet.) Most of the time, it's said in an effort to belittle anyway. I told him I'd start MONA BASH therapy (morphine, oxygen, nitroglycerin, ACEi, beta blocker, aspirin, statin, heparin). Great. So I started writing orders, and wrote one in for lopressor (beta blocker). "Vat deed you vrite lopressor for?" "Secondary prevention after an MI." "Vat, so eef, I take lopressor, I von't be getting an MI? You steel haf vun more medicine rotation, correct? You haf much room for improvement."
Good grief, someone needs to repeat intern year.
Then we ran through the patient's problem list, and I left something out. "See, that's the problem with you psychiatrists. . . you only see the patient as having only one problem. Medicine is much more complicated." (The accent just makes my blood pressure rise. you get the point)
I bit my tongue as I remembered him freaking out and ordering a psych consult on a bipolar patient last week. Jerkface.
