Went out on Ex-Girlfriend again, usual loop.
I was coming up Levee Rd toward Bottom Rd and to the west, about 25yds off the road, I saw two adolescent deer. I'm fairly certain they are the same two that ran alongside me back over the summer.
One started swishing it's tail, I would like to think with happiness to see me, much like a dog, but more likely there was a fly or something to shoo.
I had just been thinking about these two just a minute prior when I pedaled by the field (which has not been harvested) where they ran alongside me before.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Unspecified Surgical Procedure, By Report
Last week we removed a mucous retention cyst from the right maxillary sinus of a 50yo male. We went in through the lateral wall and sucked the cyst, which was a liquid, up into a 3mL syringe and expelled it into a glass dappen dish. By the end of the procedure, it had "jellied" and was quite jiggly, a weird mix of solid/liquid. It took the shape of the dish and was about 17mm in diameter and bright orange. 
I was super excited about this procedure and had been looking forward to it since I saw the CT last month. Then today, my afternoon patient shot himself in his own eye...TWICE...with his own arterial bleeding. I nearly died!!!!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Grandpa How-Do: 1923 - 2012
My mom texted me on Sun 9/2 at 230am to call her. I was at a bar in San Diego seeing bands and didn't call her back until the next afternoon. But I already knew.
Grandpa had died on Saturday at around 10:30pm.
The funeral was on Wednesday in their small town outside of KCMO. All the cousins and aunts and uncles were there. So was nearly everyone in town. It was overwhelming how many people came out for the visitation, mainly because since the Labor Day Holiday, the newspaper offices were closed and the obit was never put in prior to the service. So this was all via word of mouth.
Since grandpa served in WWII, he was given a full military burial with a 21 gun salute. I nearly lost it when the bugle started playing TAPS. There were three enlisted soldiers near the grave site, two of whom presented my grandmother with a folded flag.
The 21 gun salute came from 3 round each of 7 old men from the American Legion.
After, we went back to the church for lunch, then to the house to socialize before heading home.
It was kinda weird being in the house because all of grandpa's stuff was there...toothbrush, walker at the top of the stairs, pillow on the recliner, just like he had never left.
At the service, the pastor told a story:
He had been to the house several times over the past year to visit with my grandparents. My grandmother would often stay downstairs next to the cot where my grandpa slept. He would wake up and say, "Go to bed, Marilyn." And she'd go upstairs to bed.
The night Walt died, the pastor was at the house, and Marilyn was sitting next to Walt, holding his hand. He was in a lot of pain and the hospice nurses were trying to get his pain under control. When it was under control, my grandma said, "I'm going to go upstairs to bed now, Walt." And she did. And then he died shortly after.
I teared up in the church when the pastor told us this story, and I am tearing up a little bit now typing this out.
At the funeral, Uncle Fred was the only one who spoke, and he told a funny story about the first time he met Walt, which was at a Mizzou football game back in...'76?
A lot of nice things were said later on at the house, and there were several collages of photographs spanning his lifetime. The funniest being one of him sunning on a lawn chair in red swim trunks and a white shirt. Funny because he NEVER went out in the sun and was actually extremely pale for as long as I can remember. He did, however, until the end, have the hairline of a 30 year old. Thick, white, smooth hair that hadn't receded a single inch.
Grandpa had died on Saturday at around 10:30pm.
The funeral was on Wednesday in their small town outside of KCMO. All the cousins and aunts and uncles were there. So was nearly everyone in town. It was overwhelming how many people came out for the visitation, mainly because since the Labor Day Holiday, the newspaper offices were closed and the obit was never put in prior to the service. So this was all via word of mouth.
Since grandpa served in WWII, he was given a full military burial with a 21 gun salute. I nearly lost it when the bugle started playing TAPS. There were three enlisted soldiers near the grave site, two of whom presented my grandmother with a folded flag.
The 21 gun salute came from 3 round each of 7 old men from the American Legion.
After, we went back to the church for lunch, then to the house to socialize before heading home.
It was kinda weird being in the house because all of grandpa's stuff was there...toothbrush, walker at the top of the stairs, pillow on the recliner, just like he had never left.
At the service, the pastor told a story:
He had been to the house several times over the past year to visit with my grandparents. My grandmother would often stay downstairs next to the cot where my grandpa slept. He would wake up and say, "Go to bed, Marilyn." And she'd go upstairs to bed.
The night Walt died, the pastor was at the house, and Marilyn was sitting next to Walt, holding his hand. He was in a lot of pain and the hospice nurses were trying to get his pain under control. When it was under control, my grandma said, "I'm going to go upstairs to bed now, Walt." And she did. And then he died shortly after.
I teared up in the church when the pastor told us this story, and I am tearing up a little bit now typing this out.
At the funeral, Uncle Fred was the only one who spoke, and he told a funny story about the first time he met Walt, which was at a Mizzou football game back in...'76?
A lot of nice things were said later on at the house, and there were several collages of photographs spanning his lifetime. The funniest being one of him sunning on a lawn chair in red swim trunks and a white shirt. Funny because he NEVER went out in the sun and was actually extremely pale for as long as I can remember. He did, however, until the end, have the hairline of a 30 year old. Thick, white, smooth hair that hadn't receded a single inch.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Burn Down the House Move to San Diego
So last weekend (Labor Day Weekend) I made my second annual trek out to San Diego for Awesome Fest 666. I was excited to get down on delicious veg food, party with friends, see west coast bands that don't play here too often, and surf, which is something I have never done. Surfing didn't happen because of a southern swell and subsequent crazy huge waves (huge for a first-timer, at least). But Alf and I did go snorkeling in La Jolla. There were seals, too!
Bryan and I rode our bikes to the Ballroom on Thursday evening and closed the place down. Back at his house, we made out for a long time, then we banged out, which was the first time we've done it since we started hanging out six weeks ago, which has got to be some kind of record!
He drive me to the airport on Friday morning and I left for San Diego, with a layover in KCMO. I was hoping that in KCMO I would have had a chance to swing by my grandparents' house to see Grandfather Halferty since he had been super sick, in hospice, and probably was going to die while I was away for the weekend, which would have been the last time I would have had a chance to see him. I was unable to go to the house.
20 minutes into the flight from KCMO to San Diego, the dude in front of my OD'ed. He was boozed up and ate a Xanax and the flight attendants were on the intercom asking if there were any doctors on board. They were having a hard time taking his vitals because the engine was so loud and his pulse was so faint! Dude survived and we didn't have to make any emergency landings.
Sam Bot picked me up at the airport in his new painting van! We ran a few errands, got some delicious veg food (faux ham fried wontons! WHAT!??!). Then we headed to North Park to get the party weekend started. We picked up our packets at Soda then went to LIVEWIRE and LaFayette to meet up with other STL people. Biff was there, and I asked him if he had fallen in love yet. "Of course!" HAHAHAHAHA!
Long story short....Bands and friends all night Friday night!
Here with Paul and Lew:
With everyone's favorite evening bird:
Beach/snorkeling (with seals!) in La Jolla with Alf! First time in Pacific Ocean. Surf was huge!
Beach/adult bevs at private military beach on Coronado!
Bands all day Saturday night!
Bands all day on Sunday!
I was actually sick of seeing bands by Sunday night and wanted to just chill at home and watch tv. So I did, and it was everything I wanted it to be!
I ate delicious burritors, veg pizza, and southern friend vegan.
My allergies have been going crazy in STL, but after being in San Diego for only five minutes, my sinuses opened up and I could breath easily the whole weekend!
I was very excited to see friends and have a great time, but I was also ready to come back home.
Bryan picked me up at the airport and we went to got some food on South Grand.
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