Mother Effer...

Oh. Em. GEEEEEE.

The display on my new alarm clock is so MOTHERFUCKING huge and bright, I felt like Frodo all night long.

I could see it with my eyes closed. Heh, it's like my own personal red-light district!

Kinda ironic, since I got rid of my previous alarm clock yesterday because it had the annoying habit of randomly buzzing right on the edge of audible range...

Sometimes you just can't win.

What's worse than a Monday 8 AM lecture?

Why, it's getting to school early to do a brutal workout, then discovering you forgot to bring a towel.

And having to use your disgusting, sweaty t-shirt to dry off with after your shower.

Won't make THAT mistake again!

OR Observations

I had the opportunity to observe in the OR today and it was AWESOME.

I had no problems watching the gory/gross stuff, in fact, I find it very fascinating. I do know after this experience that I have no desire to be an OR nurse. While watching the procedures is very cool, the job looks very boring.

Also, (some) doctors apparently don't give a shit about contact precautions.

It helps to have OCD when you work in the OR; the surgical techs ROCK it.

OR scrubs are really uncomfortable because they don't fit right.

Breathing through the mask takes some getting used to, and you can easily fog up your protective glasses.

As I was watching a particularly nasty wound debridement, I knew I'd do okay, because while the nurse was doing a sponge count and gobbets of necrotic tissue plopped onto the floor, all I was thinking was, "I hope nobody can hear my stomach growl...when can I go to lunch, dammit?!" (Though possibly it wasn't such a great idea to add teriyaki chicken tenders to my salad when I finally made it to the cafeteria, that did give me a brief "moment"...)

Another takeaway from this experience: I hope I never have a medical student stitch me up, though I guess they do need to practice. Just not on me.

I saw an albino squirrel on my way home. Random, I know.

Arrested Development

Remember when you were 12 or 13 years old and you discovered you could spit remarkable distances between your two front teeth?

Fifteen years later IT'S NOT COOL ANYMORE. It's only disgusting. Really.

Fuck you

This is dedicated first to the lovely lady who rattled the handle of the bathroom door and kept tugging on it as I was *ahem*  taking care of business, who exclaimed in disbelief "But it's LOCKED!!!" No shit, Sherlock. BECAUSE IT WAS OCCUPIED.

Second, this is dedicated to K., the douchenozzle pharmacy intern at the local CVS, and also to the chick in line behind me, both of whom mocked me for paying my $21.51 bill with exact change. What's the big deal? Does it make me weird to do that or something?

Finally, this is dedicated to the asshole who kept honking at me because I wasn't merging into highway traffic quickly enough for his tastes. I'm sorry, but I have no desire to become a semi's hood ornament.

FUCK YOU!

Blogfodder

ZOMG. I have SO MUCH juicy blogfodder!

And I can't share any of it with you.

Not only would I violate HIPAA, but if I give too much information, it would be easy to figure out which university I attend and which hospital I'm doing my clinical at.

It's so frustrating! I'd love to share, but I have to keep my mouth zipped and my fingers away from the keyboard.

Trust me, though, if anything remotely interesting happens, the sharing of which neither violates HIPAA nor compromises my semi-anonymity, you'll be the first to hear about it!

Watching the snow fall...

and feeling supremely blessed and grateful that I'm safe inside. It's warm, I have plenty (too much!) food and the company is the best.

Oh, and I got an email earlier that I'm not expected at work tonight, and most likely not tomorrow, either.

There are far worse ways to ride out Snowpocalypse 2013!

Word Verification

I know it's annoying, but I had to turn the word verification on again. Far too many spam comments littering my inbox, taking up too much of my time.