"Thank you for applying with us, however we are pursuing other candidates for this position."
There goes that idea. I'm starting to think that I am doomed to stay here forever. Ugh.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Hello. It's me.
I have been experiencing a serious lack of motivation and creativity. My weekend is shaping up to be a busy one with a CPR course Saturday morning (I hate teaching in the am... especially since I gave up coffee). I have a date with the Leiutenant Saturday night. He is planning it and surprising me (LOVE IT!).
I am making a ton of finger foods for the game on Sunday and we are just sitting at home eating food until we can't eat anymore.
Other than that, nothing interesting is going on, which really is okay by me.
I am making a ton of finger foods for the game on Sunday and we are just sitting at home eating food until we can't eat anymore.
Other than that, nothing interesting is going on, which really is okay by me.
Monday, September 29, 2008
A little pimpage.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me direct your attention to a friend and fellow blogger, Lt. Michael Morse over at Rescuing Providence.
I have come upon many med blogs here in the blogging world, but few have moved me like Michael's has. His writing puts you in his shoes and gives you a glimpse into the range of raw emotions that come with the job. If you enjoy his blog, you really should check out his book. You will not be disappointed.
Oh and Michael, I knew you couldn't stay away. :)
I have come upon many med blogs here in the blogging world, but few have moved me like Michael's has. His writing puts you in his shoes and gives you a glimpse into the range of raw emotions that come with the job. If you enjoy his blog, you really should check out his book. You will not be disappointed.
Oh and Michael, I knew you couldn't stay away. :)
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I ran smack dab into doom.
Finished a 9 hour shift at the spa and headed to Wally-World for the makings for chili. Mmmm... chili... Right, so I was chatting with my sister and swung the car door shut and pinned my naughty finger half way in the door. I looked down a watched my keys skitter underneath the car JUST out of reach. The door is locked. So I yanked. And cursed and then cursed some more. And then cursed even more. I called the Lieutenant in hysterics as I climbed back into my car. When I couldn't sit and wait anymore, I headed to Small town ER.
Got me some x-rays, some good natured ribbing and one percoset.
Now I am soaking the blood out through the cauterized hole the nice PA made for me and typing very slowly with my left hand. And enjoying the percoset buzz. And trying to stay awake.
Of course I know you people want to see the carnage, so I will get those to you when I don't feel so loopy.
The percoset has worn off so I finally have the brain power to post this. Here you go. This was shortly after they burnt a nice little vent hole in my nail. Blehck.
Got me some x-rays, some good natured ribbing and one percoset.
Now I am soaking the blood out through the cauterized hole the nice PA made for me and typing very slowly with my left hand. And enjoying the percoset buzz. And trying to stay awake.
Of course I know you people want to see the carnage, so I will get those to you when I don't feel so loopy.
The percoset has worn off so I finally have the brain power to post this. Here you go. This was shortly after they burnt a nice little vent hole in my nail. Blehck.
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