This afternoon when I opened the lid of one of the cold sterile tanks to get a denture brush, there was a HUGE, HAIRY, FAT FLY floating on top!
It was so gross, but so awesome!
All the office-girls came to see it.
We have no idea how it managed to get into the tank because the lid is always closed.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
amazeballz
Today was kinda sorta amazeballs! Nothing super awesome happened specifically, but there was just a lot of quirky/memorable moments, including:
1. I was suuuuuper tired this morning and my brain was foggy. So I decided to drink coffee. This is, literally, the second time in my life I have ever drank coffee. I had just a shot. I did catch a buzz, but I don't know if it was from the caffeine, or from the whole pack of sugar and all the chocolate syrup I added.
2. My last patient was a riot. His name was Adrian, and I all I could think was Sly yelling, "Aaaaaaaaadrian!"
3. Dr. S sternly said, "Susan! Can you come here (into my office), please." There was the usual look of utter horror on my face ("Oh, shit what?!") for a half a second. But I wasn't in trouble. Dr. S gave me a very generous gift certificate to buy some items for my new house. Awesome!
4. I accidentally said "You don't want to suck it [blood clot] off" to a patient. "You don't want to suck it off." I think he noticed.
5. I had to take a CT-Scan of an object. There is a little platform that I placed into the chin cup and then set the object on the platform. I turned on the alignment lights to get the object in the cross-hairs and started to raise seat, because that is how a patient sitting in the CT machine would have been aligned. After a few seconds, I realized that the object was not being centered and I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong because I was seeing the seat move! But the chin cup/platform wasn't attached to the seat anyway! I started laughing SO LOUD! What a bone-head!
6. Not cool, but in the past two weeks, there have been three patients (two female, one male - no relation whatsoever) who have come in with warts IN their mouth, and we had to biopsy them. We had to tell of of the women yesterday that she had cancer.
1. I was suuuuuper tired this morning and my brain was foggy. So I decided to drink coffee. This is, literally, the second time in my life I have ever drank coffee. I had just a shot. I did catch a buzz, but I don't know if it was from the caffeine, or from the whole pack of sugar and all the chocolate syrup I added.
2. My last patient was a riot. His name was Adrian, and I all I could think was Sly yelling, "Aaaaaaaaadrian!"
3. Dr. S sternly said, "Susan! Can you come here (into my office), please." There was the usual look of utter horror on my face ("Oh, shit what?!") for a half a second. But I wasn't in trouble. Dr. S gave me a very generous gift certificate to buy some items for my new house. Awesome!
4. I accidentally said "You don't want to suck it [blood clot] off" to a patient. "You don't want to suck it off." I think he noticed.
5. I had to take a CT-Scan of an object. There is a little platform that I placed into the chin cup and then set the object on the platform. I turned on the alignment lights to get the object in the cross-hairs and started to raise seat, because that is how a patient sitting in the CT machine would have been aligned. After a few seconds, I realized that the object was not being centered and I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong because I was seeing the seat move! But the chin cup/platform wasn't attached to the seat anyway! I started laughing SO LOUD! What a bone-head!
6. Not cool, but in the past two weeks, there have been three patients (two female, one male - no relation whatsoever) who have come in with warts IN their mouth, and we had to biopsy them. We had to tell of of the women yesterday that she had cancer.
Monday, May 27, 2013
too late to the party
I first posted about a robin that had been trying to fly into the windows at my parents' house on April 9. Well, the bird is STILL trying to get into the house. It just keeps crashing into the glass. I put tape on the panes; didn't deter. I duct-taped towels to the panes; didn't deter. It is quite amazing that this bird 1. has been so persistent, 2. has not learned that it can't fly through the glass, 3. continued to fly into the boarded-up windows, 4. has not knocked itself out yet.
It is def too late in the season for it to build a nest/reproduce. I kinda feel bad for it because it does fly up sometimes with little sticks in its mouth. The windows are dirty/scratched up from the constant crashing, and the deck is covered with that weird liquid white bird shit.
It is def too late in the season for it to build a nest/reproduce. I kinda feel bad for it because it does fly up sometimes with little sticks in its mouth. The windows are dirty/scratched up from the constant crashing, and the deck is covered with that weird liquid white bird shit.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
sentimenal value
On thing that is always fun about moving is finding a box of keepsakes tucked away. I found a box full of ticket stubs, letters, photos, clippings, etc that I hadn't looked at in probably over three years.
It's amazing, that even though I haven't really thought about items, as soon as I saw the photo or the ticket stub or read the letter/card, I could immediately recall the time it was taken, the show experience, or the events to which the letter referred, etc.
One item from the box that stuck out specifically is this photo:
It is Shawn and I (I am the busty one. HA!) on a "friend" ship. Shawn drew this picture for me on the back of Delilah's whiskey menu. Roy and I were at Delilah's for usual Monday night jack-assery, Shawn was behind the bar. The evening culminated with all three of us, Lauren, and another girl in the photo booth at Liar's Club at 4am. I puked at worked during a surgery the next day.
It's amazing, that even though I haven't really thought about items, as soon as I saw the photo or the ticket stub or read the letter/card, I could immediately recall the time it was taken, the show experience, or the events to which the letter referred, etc.
One item from the box that stuck out specifically is this photo:
It is Shawn and I (I am the busty one. HA!) on a "friend" ship. Shawn drew this picture for me on the back of Delilah's whiskey menu. Roy and I were at Delilah's for usual Monday night jack-assery, Shawn was behind the bar. The evening culminated with all three of us, Lauren, and another girl in the photo booth at Liar's Club at 4am. I puked at worked during a surgery the next day.
Friday, May 24, 2013
don't call it a comeback
I bought a house today. I'm kinda super excited about it, but also kinda super anxious about it. I have been scratching myself in my sleep from the stress, and I have open sores, mostly on my torso, especially my sternum, and there is one spot on my left foot (which is so weird to me).
I have not moved in yet. I have a bitchin' migraine, which this is two days in a row. It sucks. I wanted to go to a house party tonight, but I feel like I could puke. I want quiet and darkness. And a back/scalp massage. But that is not going to happen. I have been wearing my bite splint, but I'm still just clenched on it so hard. My temporal muscles are just spastic.
I bought a painting from Brett today. It it a (sac-religious) portrait of Jesus, that I will hang in the kitchen. I'd also like to buy a painting from Bookmate. Probably one of this bird pieces. I like birds. Want to get a few more, too; have been thinking about some people at the tattoo shop who have paintings for sale. I also have a bunch of photos from my own portfolio, and a whole roll of film to be developed.
I have a case of twenty picture frames (black, with glass) that I found in the dumpster at work. I also have an old wooden frame I picked up from the curb on large-trash day, and my grandma in KCMO gave me another twenty or so quirky/unique frames that are small.
Hopefully, I'm not feeling so sick tomorrow and will have a chance to do a little cleaning and then start taking my stuff over. I will post pics when I'm moved in.
I have not moved in yet. I have a bitchin' migraine, which this is two days in a row. It sucks. I wanted to go to a house party tonight, but I feel like I could puke. I want quiet and darkness. And a back/scalp massage. But that is not going to happen. I have been wearing my bite splint, but I'm still just clenched on it so hard. My temporal muscles are just spastic.
I bought a painting from Brett today. It it a (sac-religious) portrait of Jesus, that I will hang in the kitchen. I'd also like to buy a painting from Bookmate. Probably one of this bird pieces. I like birds. Want to get a few more, too; have been thinking about some people at the tattoo shop who have paintings for sale. I also have a bunch of photos from my own portfolio, and a whole roll of film to be developed.
I have a case of twenty picture frames (black, with glass) that I found in the dumpster at work. I also have an old wooden frame I picked up from the curb on large-trash day, and my grandma in KCMO gave me another twenty or so quirky/unique frames that are small.
Hopefully, I'm not feeling so sick tomorrow and will have a chance to do a little cleaning and then start taking my stuff over. I will post pics when I'm moved in.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
dirty jokes v5.22
Courtesy of a 78 year old female patient this morning:
Q: "How are breasts and cocktails similiar?"
A: "One is never enough, and three are too many!"
I hope you like dirty jokes, because that's all I know.
Q: "How are breasts and cocktails similiar?"
A: "One is never enough, and three are too many!"
I hope you like dirty jokes, because that's all I know.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
three recent dreams
I have not been sleeping very well. It is from stress and makes me more, well, stressed. If I do sleep, I don't stay asleep for very long, but I do go to dream stage and I remember the dreams since I wake up so frequently.
I have been having a lot of "naked" dreams. I am usually wearing pants, but no shirt. And I feel shame and fear in the dream.
I had three dreams recently that stood out:
1. I received a phone call. The male voice on the other end said "he wants you to stop looking at his page." I asked, "who is this? how did you get this number?" The male voice told me he was Josh, my exes friend, and G asked him to call me to say that I was not to look him or his new girlfriend up online/fb anymore. I immediately became defensive. I hadn't been looking him up online! I was moved on!
I don't know what the underlying meaning of this dream was, but the most intense feeling I had was when I was defending myself against something I did not do. I think that ultimately, that is what my subconscious was trying to sort out...integrity, truth-finding, facts.
2. I went to the pool for lap swim, and when I walked onto the deck, there was a huge event happening! Kind of like "punk-rock bowling" but with swimming. It was a huge fest of all the usual suspects/bands, but they were competing in a swim and dive meet. Seriously, EVERYONE was there. I remember in slow motion, seeing Little Dave on the 1m springboard, executing an inward swan dive, and his forehead smacking squarely on the end of the board. The rest of the Arrivals were there. I saw a bunch of people from the west coast/San Diego. Jesse and the Tomato. EVERYONE! There was a VIP area on a second level that had some tables set up. There was a velvet rope. I walked up the stairs and asked the man guarding the rope if I could sit and order some brunch. He let me in. I ordered a mimosa and looked out on the huge mob along the pool deck. Everyone was just partying and slamming beers and being rowdy and laughing and having fun. No one took notice of me. I had no idea this event was even going on, and I had certainly not been invited.
I think that the underlying meaning of this dream is that I am really fucking depressed. And I feel alone.
3. This one was strange. It was not a sex dream, but it totally was. I woke up on the floor amongst the remnants of a rager of a house party. There were several people passed out on the couch/chairs and on the floor around me. One was a a girl named Noa, who had hooked up with Ryan the night prior. I wanted a threesome with them, but when we went to leave the house, my bike chain was broken and they took off into the woods without me. I ran as fast as could into the woods and up a hill to an abandoned mansion. The whole place was painted white on the outside and on the inside. All the walls, carpet, linens, furniture, everything was white. There were people everywhere. It was a drug house/party house. It had hundreds of rooms. I went through every room, past hundreds of people, looking for them, but I never found them.
I think I am frustrated that I am looking but not finding. Or that there is never a mutual attraction. I'm also kinda waaay appalled my men/sex lately. Definitely in an asexual phase. Completely uninterested, completely utterly grossed-out. Definitely related to the depression.
I have been having a lot of "naked" dreams. I am usually wearing pants, but no shirt. And I feel shame and fear in the dream.
I had three dreams recently that stood out:
1. I received a phone call. The male voice on the other end said "he wants you to stop looking at his page." I asked, "who is this? how did you get this number?" The male voice told me he was Josh, my exes friend, and G asked him to call me to say that I was not to look him or his new girlfriend up online/fb anymore. I immediately became defensive. I hadn't been looking him up online! I was moved on!
I don't know what the underlying meaning of this dream was, but the most intense feeling I had was when I was defending myself against something I did not do. I think that ultimately, that is what my subconscious was trying to sort out...integrity, truth-finding, facts.
2. I went to the pool for lap swim, and when I walked onto the deck, there was a huge event happening! Kind of like "punk-rock bowling" but with swimming. It was a huge fest of all the usual suspects/bands, but they were competing in a swim and dive meet. Seriously, EVERYONE was there. I remember in slow motion, seeing Little Dave on the 1m springboard, executing an inward swan dive, and his forehead smacking squarely on the end of the board. The rest of the Arrivals were there. I saw a bunch of people from the west coast/San Diego. Jesse and the Tomato. EVERYONE! There was a VIP area on a second level that had some tables set up. There was a velvet rope. I walked up the stairs and asked the man guarding the rope if I could sit and order some brunch. He let me in. I ordered a mimosa and looked out on the huge mob along the pool deck. Everyone was just partying and slamming beers and being rowdy and laughing and having fun. No one took notice of me. I had no idea this event was even going on, and I had certainly not been invited.
I think that the underlying meaning of this dream is that I am really fucking depressed. And I feel alone.
3. This one was strange. It was not a sex dream, but it totally was. I woke up on the floor amongst the remnants of a rager of a house party. There were several people passed out on the couch/chairs and on the floor around me. One was a a girl named Noa, who had hooked up with Ryan the night prior. I wanted a threesome with them, but when we went to leave the house, my bike chain was broken and they took off into the woods without me. I ran as fast as could into the woods and up a hill to an abandoned mansion. The whole place was painted white on the outside and on the inside. All the walls, carpet, linens, furniture, everything was white. There were people everywhere. It was a drug house/party house. It had hundreds of rooms. I went through every room, past hundreds of people, looking for them, but I never found them.
I think I am frustrated that I am looking but not finding. Or that there is never a mutual attraction. I'm also kinda waaay appalled my men/sex lately. Definitely in an asexual phase. Completely uninterested, completely utterly grossed-out. Definitely related to the depression.
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