I bought a new computer.
I probably could have bought a $200 computer and it would have been amazing in comparison to my 15-min-to-start-up computer that I have had for the past 6 years. The one that randomly shuts off, and frequently looses it's internet connection, yeah, that one. I have had a dislike for my now-retired computer for quite a while, but I didn't realize how strong my feelings were until this evening when I opened my new macbook pro and it was on in 2 seconds! Just there, waiting for me to tell it what to do! I became so excited that I couldn't contain myself and had to express all my joys to those surrounding me (who gawked at my excitement). I am thrilled with my new purchase. It types well, has all kinds of fun features, looks good, is fast, and generally makes my heart happy.
What also makes my heart happy is the amazing week that I have had. This week my boss has been out of town. When he is gone I don't work in the hospital and therefore have had full clinic days. This is the kind of clinic that starts at 9 and is done, generally, by 5! No pager, no hospital rounds, no midnight calls, no late nights, no early mornings. It was like a vacation! I could enjoy the evening and I felt like I had so much time. I bought my computer last night, and I had a day off today. I can hardly contain the happiness that my heart feels to sleep all the way through a night with no calls about patients, no pager going off informing me of critical labwork, or Mrs. Smith who is constipated and needs a laxative.
:)
It's Sabbath now, peaceful, rejuvenating, restful. Could I ask for more?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
quotes for tonight
If you want to be happy, be.
Leo Tolstoy
The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
Ayn Rand
The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.
Voltaire
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
Plato
Reality is negotiable.
Tim Ferriss
Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about.
Author Unknown
Leo Tolstoy
The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
Ayn Rand
The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.
Voltaire
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
Plato
Reality is negotiable.
Tim Ferriss
Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about.
Author Unknown
Friday, December 17, 2010
Sigh
Sigh of relief. Tomorrow after work I am done until next year.
Tonight I went to the Dallas Symphony Orchestra Christmas program, compliments of my boss! It was fabulous! There is no way I can put it into words, it was that marvelous. In addition to the orchestra, there was a large >100 person choir, and also a children's choir which had the most amazing soprano male voice that i have ever heard. It was truly amazing and so refreshing. Recently I feel like all I have done is work. work work work.
Random comment: ate a whole package of Tofu tonight. You can't let something like that go bad :) And I am leaving tomorrow (er, today I guess). Which reminds me, I still need to pack.
Merry Christmas to all
Tonight I went to the Dallas Symphony Orchestra Christmas program, compliments of my boss! It was fabulous! There is no way I can put it into words, it was that marvelous. In addition to the orchestra, there was a large >100 person choir, and also a children's choir which had the most amazing soprano male voice that i have ever heard. It was truly amazing and so refreshing. Recently I feel like all I have done is work. work work work.
Random comment: ate a whole package of Tofu tonight. You can't let something like that go bad :) And I am leaving tomorrow (er, today I guess). Which reminds me, I still need to pack.
Merry Christmas to all
Monday, October 25, 2010
Ode to Radar
One of my roommates left for a camping trip on thursday.
Thursday night someone stopped by to pick up the two remaining puppies that she was giving away, except one of them was sick. He was hiding in the corner of the yard puking his poor little guts out. Needless to say, he didn't want to take a sick puppy, so he took the healthy one and left. The puppy (Radar) looked so sick and sad. "It's not my dog" I thought to myself, as I went to sleep that night. The next morning I happy to see that the puppy was still alive! He looked a little better as I left for work. Friday afternoon when I got off I came home to re-evaluate him.
He was awful.
I tried to to get him to drink some fluids, he refused. So I got a syringe and mixed up some carnation instant breakfast and fed him about 12cc. Apparently that was a mistake because 5 minutes later he puked it all up and was so exhausted that he just laid right down in it. I washed him off and brought him inside. I listened to his heart and lungs. His poor belly was tender, he was obviously dehydrated, and he had a fever.
What do I do? It's not my dog, it's not my responsibility, but if I don't do anything, no one else would. (Reminds me of my bathtub situation)
What if he dies and I could have helped him? So, I took him to the vet. Here they confirmed fever, found a GI bleed, and diagnosed Parvovirus. :( The vet gave him a shot for abdominal cramping, medication for nausea, antiviral, antibiotics for likely secondary infection, and a nutritional supplement/paste for glucose and electrolytes. I asked for a bag of IV fluids that I could run at home (being a PA), but apparently that is a no-no. He had a 50/50 chance of survival.
When we returned from the vet Radar felt so much better! Belly pain relieved, he drank so much, but 20 minutes later he looked surprised as it all came right back up. After that liquids were rationed to him, but even with nausea medication he continued to throw up. I tried to keep that paste down him. I was giving it every 2 hours to keep his blood sugar up, but he kept throwing it up. He was miserable.
I kept him by my bed in a big tub that night. He was quite restless and would moan a lot. He threw up 4 times and had a spell of awful smelling diarrhea. I didn't sleep much and was reminded of my CNA days. He took a significant turn for the worse around 6am groaning with every breath, abdominal cramping (from what I could tell) and increased lethargy. He was in pain. It was Sabbath morning and I was supposed to lead song service for church, so I stuck Radar in the car, sang, and then promptly took him back over to the vet seeking pain control.
Even if he was actively dying, he didn't have to be in pain. The re-evaluated him and told me they would set an IV and let me have IV fluids for home use, I was a PA after all.
After they got the IV in place, the vet's husband, also a vet, introduced himself and brought me to the back where Radar was. He was receiving fluids and looking comfortable when all of a sudden his legs drew up, he let out a horrible noise, had a seizure and stopped breathing. His heart had also stopped. In no time Radar was intubated and being bagged with pure oxygen. Epinephrine was given and his heart started beating slowly and in a few minutes was once again pounding. He started breathing on his own and was extubated.
It all happened so quickly! I was assisting, thinking ahead of what else we might do to help him. It wasn't until he was comfortable in a little bed with a heating pad, hot water bottle, and IV fluids, when I left to return back to church that I thought to myself "Wait a minute! What am I doing?! This is not even my dog!" I never thought I would be one to take my dog to the vet and rack up hundreds of dollars in bills. We intubated a dog! Gave him life support! CPR! If he survives, what then? Would I save his life just to take him to the pound? It was then I realized that if Radar made it, I would have to keep him. I really had no other choice.
Radar, fortunately and unfortunately, did not make it. He passed away Sat night. Thankfully he is no longer suffering. I cried. I felt ridiculous for crying about a puppy that wasn't mine and that was going to be given away, but I couldn't help it. He was just so helpless. Sigh. Here is a picture of the late Radar. Poor guy.
Thursday night someone stopped by to pick up the two remaining puppies that she was giving away, except one of them was sick. He was hiding in the corner of the yard puking his poor little guts out. Needless to say, he didn't want to take a sick puppy, so he took the healthy one and left. The puppy (Radar) looked so sick and sad. "It's not my dog" I thought to myself, as I went to sleep that night. The next morning I happy to see that the puppy was still alive! He looked a little better as I left for work. Friday afternoon when I got off I came home to re-evaluate him.
He was awful.
I tried to to get him to drink some fluids, he refused. So I got a syringe and mixed up some carnation instant breakfast and fed him about 12cc. Apparently that was a mistake because 5 minutes later he puked it all up and was so exhausted that he just laid right down in it. I washed him off and brought him inside. I listened to his heart and lungs. His poor belly was tender, he was obviously dehydrated, and he had a fever.
What do I do? It's not my dog, it's not my responsibility, but if I don't do anything, no one else would. (Reminds me of my bathtub situation)
What if he dies and I could have helped him? So, I took him to the vet. Here they confirmed fever, found a GI bleed, and diagnosed Parvovirus. :( The vet gave him a shot for abdominal cramping, medication for nausea, antiviral, antibiotics for likely secondary infection, and a nutritional supplement/paste for glucose and electrolytes. I asked for a bag of IV fluids that I could run at home (being a PA), but apparently that is a no-no. He had a 50/50 chance of survival.
When we returned from the vet Radar felt so much better! Belly pain relieved, he drank so much, but 20 minutes later he looked surprised as it all came right back up. After that liquids were rationed to him, but even with nausea medication he continued to throw up. I tried to keep that paste down him. I was giving it every 2 hours to keep his blood sugar up, but he kept throwing it up. He was miserable.
I kept him by my bed in a big tub that night. He was quite restless and would moan a lot. He threw up 4 times and had a spell of awful smelling diarrhea. I didn't sleep much and was reminded of my CNA days. He took a significant turn for the worse around 6am groaning with every breath, abdominal cramping (from what I could tell) and increased lethargy. He was in pain. It was Sabbath morning and I was supposed to lead song service for church, so I stuck Radar in the car, sang, and then promptly took him back over to the vet seeking pain control.
Even if he was actively dying, he didn't have to be in pain. The re-evaluated him and told me they would set an IV and let me have IV fluids for home use, I was a PA after all.
After they got the IV in place, the vet's husband, also a vet, introduced himself and brought me to the back where Radar was. He was receiving fluids and looking comfortable when all of a sudden his legs drew up, he let out a horrible noise, had a seizure and stopped breathing. His heart had also stopped. In no time Radar was intubated and being bagged with pure oxygen. Epinephrine was given and his heart started beating slowly and in a few minutes was once again pounding. He started breathing on his own and was extubated.
It all happened so quickly! I was assisting, thinking ahead of what else we might do to help him. It wasn't until he was comfortable in a little bed with a heating pad, hot water bottle, and IV fluids, when I left to return back to church that I thought to myself "Wait a minute! What am I doing?! This is not even my dog!" I never thought I would be one to take my dog to the vet and rack up hundreds of dollars in bills. We intubated a dog! Gave him life support! CPR! If he survives, what then? Would I save his life just to take him to the pound? It was then I realized that if Radar made it, I would have to keep him. I really had no other choice.
Radar, fortunately and unfortunately, did not make it. He passed away Sat night. Thankfully he is no longer suffering. I cried. I felt ridiculous for crying about a puppy that wasn't mine and that was going to be given away, but I couldn't help it. He was just so helpless. Sigh. Here is a picture of the late Radar. Poor guy.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Quarters
How can a shower/bathtub become so dirty?
A place with soap, lot of water, a place one comes out so clean. How can it be a place that is not vibrant and sparkling?
I have been waiting to see if my roommates will clean the shower. There is three of us here, you would think that one of us would do it. I have been holding out for so long just hoping that someone else might become inspired. Nope. It's me. Tonight I attacked it, but only with a little force. In fact, I only cleaned 1/4 of it, but now you can really tell how dirty it actually was. Tomorrow perhaps another quarter.
And so are the events of my life.
A place with soap, lot of water, a place one comes out so clean. How can it be a place that is not vibrant and sparkling?
I have been waiting to see if my roommates will clean the shower. There is three of us here, you would think that one of us would do it. I have been holding out for so long just hoping that someone else might become inspired. Nope. It's me. Tonight I attacked it, but only with a little force. In fact, I only cleaned 1/4 of it, but now you can really tell how dirty it actually was. Tomorrow perhaps another quarter.
And so are the events of my life.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Life Love and Lincoln
I feel good
God is so good to me
I have so much to be thankful for
I don't think I have mentioned lately how grateful I am for good friends, great family, and the life that I have now.
I just got back from a whole weekend devoted to my 2 great friends Anita and Sally. It was wonderful. We laughed, we cried, we bonded. The interesting thing is that when I try to explain to someone else what we did this weekend that was so fun, I am somewhat at a loss as to what to say. It seems like we did almost nothing. It was a packed weekend full of... hanging out :)
Also it was really nice to be in Lincoln. Each time I come back I drag my feet when I leave. I love Lincoln. I will be back.
God is so good to me
I have so much to be thankful for
I don't think I have mentioned lately how grateful I am for good friends, great family, and the life that I have now.
I just got back from a whole weekend devoted to my 2 great friends Anita and Sally. It was wonderful. We laughed, we cried, we bonded. The interesting thing is that when I try to explain to someone else what we did this weekend that was so fun, I am somewhat at a loss as to what to say. It seems like we did almost nothing. It was a packed weekend full of... hanging out :)
Also it was really nice to be in Lincoln. Each time I come back I drag my feet when I leave. I love Lincoln. I will be back.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Oven
I've realized recently that I like baking. In the past month I have baked more than I have my whole life. Different kinds of breads, made-from-scratch cakes, vegan baking, cookies. I have never thought of myself as a baker. That's so, you know, Suzy homemaker-ish. But, alas, I like it. The other day I made what was supposed to be pumpkin bread, that turned out to be sweet potato bread for lack of proper ingredients. It was pretty tasty! I was pretty impressed with myself! Tonight's adventure was zucchini bread. Not quite as good, but not bad with a little margarine on it. It's almost like creating. Wait! It is creating! You can mix things that are gross on their own (have you ever eaten raw eggs? Or flour?) and end up with something that tastes so good!
Perhaps I like just being in the kitchen because the oven is warm, and the rest of the house is so chilly. Maybe its just a phase. Either way, I like it.
Perhaps I like just being in the kitchen because the oven is warm, and the rest of the house is so chilly. Maybe its just a phase. Either way, I like it.
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