My favorite rotation uptodate: Pediatrics. who knew?

I think it helped that Dr. Kuhn gave me such a great evaluation. He told me he is giving the highest grade that he's given anyone in the past two years, that I am ready to be an awesome pharmacist tomorrow, and that he's nominating me for the pediatric award. And I really liked the work. I didn't dread once going into work the entire month.

There was a lady that had a premie today at 27 weeks. And she has a 7 month old at home. Due the math... Sometimes you just need to wear a freaking condom.

I got a new wallet at Macy's yesterday and a new pair of pants. Jeremy got a belt and a new pair of pants. Never in the future will we not tell Jeremy's mom what we want for Christmas. We knew they were having some money issues because of the economy, so we requested nothing. Bad idea because Jeremy got $70 in cologne (which he doesn't wear) and I got an ugly $65 sweater (and a gingerbread man tea kettle). But, we are really happy about our new things. I needed another pair of brown pants and a wallet and Jeremy needed a new belt (he's been using mine for the past couple of years-- it's really no longer mine).

I think that I'm alittle more anemic than usual. I've been napping alot and feeling super tired. I dread taking iron though because it seems like I've been having alot more issues with GI transit lately. I mean, I'm seriously limited to one serving of dairy a day or I get frustrated. I'm amazed about how sensitive I am to pharmaceuticals at times.

I'm busy reading the way the crow flies. It is very good. There's another book by that author on Oprah's book list, so after I read babbitt and white fang I'm going to move on to that.

Tonight we don't really have any plans. Gym in a little while, then to Liquor Barn for crusting bread and Jeremy is making homemade tomato soup. Tomorrow we are going into the gym to do this 1:30 cardio new year workout. it should be fun but I don't expect to be able to walk tomorrow night. Saturday I work at the VA and then SUnday I work at CVS for a 6 hour shift. I've only worked at CVS for 15 minutes this past month.

miss me?

Well, I don't feel like updating, so this is short and sweet.

short.

and.


sweet.

lalalala.

I really do like pediatrics. Isn't that totally wild?

My foot is mucho better. there's only like 3 or 4 times a day it hurts, and then it is only for a very secs.

Jeremy is in Boston currently for a training class. He'll be coming back on Friday afternoon when I'm still at work. It's lonely without him. Last night I was convinced there was a ghost in the house. Then I realized it was just Zippy being an ass. I swear, I think he is getting worse in his old age. I wonder if cats get Sundowners syndrome.

On the other note, Turtle has been stalking him all Animal Planet like this morning and it's made me giggle. Zippy has like 10 pounds on her, but she always tackles him and he goes down like nobody's business just because he never wrestles back. I think it's a pride thing. He respects the ladies too much... yeah right:)

My throat is sore. I guess that goes with working on the peds ward. Damn those virally infected munchkins.

I have to run!

I can't write very much because I have to leave for work soon.

Pediatrics is alot better than I thought it would be. I think I may actually enjoy it.

Only sucky thing is my foot. It hurts. And everyday when I get off of work it's really swollen and even more painful. And I haven't been able to work out because of it. I could go and do weights but I suck and haven't gone and did that.

I put my shoes and socks on this morning and it immediately started hurting again. Overnight the swelling had went down. I think I'm going to have to break down and go to immediate care after work today.

oh well. I forgot to charge my cell phone. lame.

The infamous Christmas list

-Tide laundry detergent
-buffet of shampoo/conditioners/body wash (no lotions please)
-body scrubers (technical term: those big puff balls you use in the shower)
-canned asparagus
-gift card to TJMax
-gift card for Lowe's (to get a programmable thermostat (~$70))
-sports watch (no fabric please)
-black and brown dress socks (women's)
-Qtips (no plastic)

hello all...

I am thankful for my husband and our animals.

I am thankful today is that last day of my rotation and I now have 4 days off (not really because I have to work at CVS Friday and Saturday--- but that'll be a piece of cake).

I'm thankful for my family.

I'm thankful for the gym.

I'm thankful for my clothes although they are all currently dirty and those that aren't need to be ironed.

I'm thankful for comfy beds.

I'm thankful for Thanksgiving dinner and being gluttons.

I'm thankful for model feet.

I'm thankful that I'm almost done with school.

I'm thankful for my car.

I'm thankful for summertime.

I'm thankful for vegetable gardens.

I'm thankful for reading for fun.

I'm thankful for sleeping late.

I'm thankful that Jeremy has a job and we have savings in the bank.

nice weekend with the Jeremidy.

Three more days of my rotation. Then I start Pediatrics at UK on the first. December is going to be a long month.

I love our animals but Zippy is my least favorite. He is down right annoying the majority of the time. too needy.

I need to call my mom. I suck.

Perhapsy and Turtle to the vet, to work, to gym, to watch netflix, to bed.

Tomorrow: to gym, to work, to concert up in Cinci.

Saturday: to sleep:)

I love you Mommy!

And I could totally have celiac disease!

I'll call you sometime today:)

I was taking a shower this mornign and it totally popped into my head that I have celiac disease. Wouldn't that be horrible?

My tummy still hurts. hurts when I eat, hurts when I don't eat.

yep.


still hurts.

my tummy still hurts:(

I called in sick to work today. I would up at 3 this morning with a tummy ache and headache and by 6:30, I was really bloated and cramped and my lower back was hurting really bad. And whenever I tooted, it seemed like death. Literally. The dogs left the bed to get rid of the smell.

I was finally able to poop around 9, which made me feel better, but my back is still hurting and I'm still getting these random cramps. And it feels like I just did 1000 cruches because my abdominal muscles are so tender.

A drug rep brought in lunch yesterday, and I'm pretty sure I got it from that. But, everyone in the entire pharmacy ate it, so maybe I'm not the only one who called out.

So I had this instantaneous anxiety attack when I got off work yesterday and I pretty much had it all the way until I went to bed. When I woke up, it was still there. I've been able to calm myself down by just going slow and not thinking about the little things. It's so weird how I can go months without any problems and then almost without a catalyst I flip like someone snapped their fingers. I did have my mid-year review for school and I'm pretty sure that is what started it and then some stuff happened at work so when I walked outside done for the day at 10 last night, I had a chance to be overwhelmed.

Plan for today: slow and steady.

my tummy hurts.

I'm in a social discontentment funk. Working at the health department, just finished reading Anthem, Obama was elected... my mind is a little confused about what is going on; or at least what should be going on.

got a part time contract for CVS. $53.50/hr.

I'll be signing and applying for the VA residency.

And then I lived happily ever after with Jeremidy.

Last night when they announced Kentucky went red, I had this momentary feeling of terror. That one day Palin would be president and the United States would be run by a complete and utter idiot. Not idiot like some say George Bush is, but idiot like I wouldn't want her to watch my kids for an hour kind of idiot. The very idea is terrifying.

In my lifetime. should have been sooner.

Before I die, here's hoping for a homosexual Afician American woman. 10 bonus points if they aren't Christian.

Crazy aunt Virginia. Babies cry when I come near. Told you I had a crappy haircut.
slightly better shot:)

Last night was fun. I was happy that it was my last day of my rotation and after I got off work, I headed over to CVS and got a bag of candy. I then ran home, let the dogs out and then went to the gym. Jeremy got home around 6 and then we sat outside for awhile and gave away candy. Some crappy old kids without costumes came by, but so did some really cute kids.

Then, we headed downtown for Thriller which wasn't as good as I thought it would be. next year we will go down earlier and get better seats, like in the garage or something.

Jeremy is poking my toes for some reason.

So I got my schedule for the next two weeks from CVS and it's going to suck because I don't have any days off for at least 3 weeks straight. And I have to work until 10 a couple of nights. I hate how you give someone an inch and they take a freaking foot. I offered to work a couple days a week if they needed me (aka they couldn't find anyone else to work). That is apparently code for work more three nights a week until 10 because none of the full time techs want to stay late. that's just shady

2 more days!

share the love... not the flu:)

Sometimes people do things and I'm like "really? seriously?"

I get to sleep late tomorrow!

I'm waiting for the hub to get home so that we can go work out.

I need to wash my hands. they're sorta sticky.

I'm doing a residency. I won't be sucked into corporate ridiculousness.

I saw someone die today. It was very surreal. It's surprising how desensitized we are from watching TV and movies, and how in real life it almost seems easier, quieter.

The thing they can't portray in movies though is the face of the husband, the complete and utter terror immobilizing his face as he stands outside the ICU, watching us run past him for the code. the desperation of 50 years of marriage being washed away.

I will never forget that face.

My head may explode.

Side effect from the flu shot I got yesterday?

I got an offer letter from CVS today. I also about crapped my pants.

$5000.00 sign on bonus.


$111,280.00 base pay for a 40 hour week in the Lexington area.

I'm struggling with doing a residency now for $35,000.

that's a shit load of money.

Did I mention that was MINIMUM base pay?

I dread football season because it's only once a year and that is all Jeremy wants to watch. lame.

I went to work today and got off at around 1:30. I came home and took a nap, then went and biked at the gym for awhile. it made my butt hurt, but the good kind of hurt. I think.

Tomorrow I have to work at the VA from seven until three thirty and then I have to work at CVS from four until nine. It is going to be a long day.

I mentioned this in May I think, but I'll say it again. I think UK rotations make you lose weight. Maybe from being stressed or from walking around alot more or what, but I'm down a little bit. Maybe I've lost muscle mass because I haven't been able to work out as much. I don't know. I wasn't able to work out on Monday or Tuesday because I worked literally all day, and then wednesday I went to the gym and felt like crap after a couple minutes and bailed out. But I had a good workout yesterday and a decent one today.

Jeremy made soup the other day and it is really good. we froze some to eat when it gets really cold, so that will be nice. I'm ready for this month to be over.

I think that I will be able to have one Saturday off, that is if CVS doesn't schedule me. Speaking of CVS, I should be getting a contract in the mail soon from them. I wonder what it will say.

Pictures of the most awesomeness t-shirt and bassinet. And the baby's pretty cute too:)

50 things...
1. Do you like blue cheese? smell, texture, taste, appearance... all disgusting
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? a held one in my mouth once... didn't get any further than that.
3. Do you own a gun? no, guns suck. Fake guns suck even worse.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Diet cherry limeade:)
5. Do you get nervous before doctor's appointments? not so much... I would if I went to a male gyno though
6. What do you think of hot dogs? DISGUSTING!7. What's your favorite Christmas song? don't really care... whatever's playing
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? nothing really... maybe a sip of water if I'm thirsty
9. Can you do push ups? girly kind and not very many
10. What's your favorite meal? Tie between Greek salad, ramsey's zucchini burger, alfalfa's veggie plate, cucumber salad, and homemade cornbread stuffing.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding rings as that is the only jewelry I wear
12. What's your favorite hobby? reading
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? don't think so, but I may work with a couple of perverts. does that count?
14. Do you have ADD? nope, but I have to make lists of things to do sometimes so I won't forget. OCD yes
15. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? I'm lazy/controlling.
16. What's your middle name? Ann
17. What 3 thoughts that you are thinking at this moment? I need to go to bed, I have bad posture, my skin itches.
18. Write 3 things you bought yesterday? dinner at ramsey's. That's it.
19. What are 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, water and water. drink a soda maybe once a week, if that
20. Current worry right now? making it through this month
21. Current hate right now? that I haven't seen Jeremy very much at all this week
22. Where's your favorite place to be? In bed with Jeremy (don't be obscene!) sleeping late
23. How did you celebrate New Year's Day? black peas I think?
24. Where would you like to go? Europe
25. Name three people who will complete this? No body
26. Whose answers do you want to read the most? Jeremy's
27. What color shirt are you wearing? blue and orange
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? no, I would freeze to death
29. Can you whistle? Yes.
30. What are your favorite color(s)? blue
.31. Would you ever consider being a pirate and give up brushing your teeth? Nope, I like a clean body
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? "hello hydration"- by me, angel of music from phantom of the opera, isn't it ironic by alanis, meet virginia by train
33. What's your favorite name for a girl? Peytona
34. What is your best memory?it's secret
35. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets
36. What's the last thing that made you laugh? a resident was presenting a patient on rounds and said "pt is freaking speely" it was hysterical because she meant speaking freely.
37. What were your best bed sheets as a child? the blue ones with polar bears. those sheets were awesome
38. What's the worst injury you've ever had? when I hurt my ankle in April of 2nd year
39. Do you love where you live? like, but not love
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3, but we really only use one
41. Who is your loudest friend? Amanda at work
42. How many dogs do you have? two
.43. Does someone have a crush on you? My husband.
45. What is your favorite book? Atlas Shrugged
46. What is your favorite candy? depends on what mood i'm in
47. What is your favorite sports team? Don't really care
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? James Blunt's goodby my lover
49. What were you doing at 12AM last night? sleeping
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? crap, i have to get up in 15 minutes

Good article, but I HATE the smell of bacon

Meatless Like Me:
I may be a vegetarian, but I still love the smell of bacon.
By Taylor ClarkPosted Wednesday, May 7, 2008, at 11:51 AM ET

Every vegetarian remembers his first time. Not the unremarkable event of his first meal without meat, mind you. No, I mean the first time he casually lets slip that he's turned herbivore, prompting everyone in earshot to stare at him as if he just revealed plans to sail his carrot-powered plasma yacht to Neptune. For me, this first time came at an Elks scholarship luncheon in rural Oregon when I was 18. All day, I'd succeeded at seeming a promising and responsible young man, until that fateful moment when someone asked why I hadn't taken any meat from the buffet. After I offered my reluctant explanation—and the guy announced it to the entire room—30 people went eerily quiet, undoubtedly expecting me to launch into a speech on the virtues of hemp. In the corner, an elderly, suited man glared at me as he slowly raised a slice of bologna and executed the most menacing bite of cold cut in recorded history. I didn't get the scholarship.
I tell this story not to win your pity but to illustrate a point: I've been vegetarian for a decade, and when it comes up, I still get a look of confused horror that says, "But you seemed so … normal." The U.S. boasts more than 10 million herbivores today, yet most Americans assume that every last one is a loopy, self-satisfied health fanatic, hellbent on draining all the joy out of life. Those of us who want to avoid the social nightmare have to hide our vegetarianism like an Oxycontin addiction, because admit it, omnivores: You know nothing about us. Do we eat fish? Will we panic if confronted with a hamburger? Are we dying of malnutrition? You have no clue. So read on, my flesh-eating friends—I believe it's high time we cleared a few things up.
To demonstrate what a vegetarian really is, let's begin with a simple thought experiment. Imagine a completely normal person with completely normal food cravings, someone who has a broad range of friends, enjoys a good time, is carbon-based, and so on. Now remove from this person's diet anything that once had eyes, and, wham!, you have yourself a vegetarian. Normal person, no previously ocular food, end of story. Some people call themselves vegetarians and still eat chicken or fish, but unless we're talking about the kind of salmon that comes freshly plucked from the vine, this makes you an omnivore. A select few herbivores go one step further and avoid all animal products—milk, eggs, honey, leather—and they call themselves vegan, which rhymes with "tree men." These people are intense.
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Vegetarians give up meat for a variety of ethical, environmental, and health reasons that are secondary to this essay's goal of increasing brotherly understanding, so I'll mostly set them aside. Suffice it to say that one day, I suddenly realized that I could never look a cow in the eyes, press a knocking gun to her temple, and pull the trigger without feeling I'd done something cruel and unnecessary. (Sure, if it's kill the cow or starve, then say your prayers, my bovine friend—but for now, it's not quite a mortal struggle to subsist on the other five food groups.) I am well-aware that even telling you this makes me seem like the kind of person who wants to break into your house and liberate your pet hamster—that is, like a PETA activist. Most vegetarians, though, would tell you that they appreciate the intentions of groups like PETA but not the obnoxious tactics. It's like this: We're all rooting for the same team, but they're the ones in face paint, bellowing obscenities at the umpire and flipping over every car with a Yankees bumper sticker. I have no designs on your Camry or your hamster.
Now, when I say that vegetarians are normal people with normal food cravings, many omnivores will hoist a lamb shank in triumph and point out that you can hardly call yourself normal if the aroma of, say, sizzling bacon doesn't fill you with deepest yearning. To which I reply: We're not insane. We know meat tastes good; it's why there's a freezer case at your supermarket full of woefully inadequate meat substitutes. Believe me, if obtaining bacon didn't require slaughtering a pig, I'd have a BLT in each hand right now with a bacon layer cake waiting in the fridge for dessert. But, that said, I can also tell you that with some time away from the butcher's section, many meat products start to seem gross. Ground beef in particular now strikes me as absolutely revolting; I have a vague memory that hamburgers taste good, but the idea of taking a cow's leg, mulching it into a fatty pulp, and forming it into a pancake makes me gag. And hot dogs … I mean, hot dogs? You do know what that is, right?
As a consolation prize we get tofu, a treasure most omnivores are more than happy to do without. Well, this may stun you, but I'm not any more excited about a steaming heap of unseasoned tofu blobs than you are. Tofu is like fugu blowfish sushi: Prepared correctly, it's delicious; prepared incorrectly, it's lethal. Very early in my vegetarian career, I found myself famished and stuck in a mall, so I wandered over to the food court's Asian counter. When I asked the teenage chief culinary artisan what was in the tofu stir-fry, he snorted and replied, "Shit." Desperation made me order it anyway, and I can tell you that promises have rarely been more loyally kept than this guy's pledge that the tofu would taste like shit. So here's a tip: Unless you know you're in expert hands (Thai restaurants are a good bet), don't even try tofu. Otherwise, it's your funeral.
As long as we're discussing restaurants, allow me a quick word with the hardworking chefs at America's dining establishments. We really appreciate that you included a vegetarian option on your menu (and if you didn't, is our money not green?), but it may interest you to know that most of us are not salad freaks on a grim slog for nourishment. We actually enjoy food, especially the kind that tastes good. So enough with the bland vegetable dishes, and, for God's sake, please make the Gardenburgers stop; it's stunning how many restaurants lavish unending care on their meat dishes yet are content to throw a flavorless hockey puck from Costco into the microwave and call it cuisine. Every vegetarian is used to slim pickings when dining out, so we're not asking for much—just for something you'd like to eat. I'll even offer a handy trick. Pretend you're trapped in a kitchen stocked with every ingredient imaginable, from asiago to zucchini, but with zero meat. With no flesh available, picture what you'd make for yourself; this is what we want, too.
For those kind-hearted omnivores who willingly invite feral vegetarians into their homes for dinner parties and barbecues (really! we do that, too!), the same rule applies—but also know that unless you're dealing with an herbivore who is a prick for unrelated reasons, we don't expect you to bend over backward for us. In fact, if we get the sense that you cooked for three extra hours to accommodate our dietary preferences, we will marvel at your considerate nature, but we will also feel insanely guilty. Similarly, it's very thoughtful of you to ask whether it'll bother me if I see you eat meat, but don't worry: I'm not going to compose an epic poem about your club sandwich.
Which leads me to a vital point for friendly omnivore-herbivore relations. As you're enjoying that pork loin next to me, I am not silently judging you. I realize that anyone who has encountered the breed of smug vegetarian who says things like, "I can hear your lunch screaming," will find this tough to believe, but I'm honestly not out to convert you. My girlfriend and my closest pals all eat meat, and they'll affirm that I've never even raised an eyebrow about it. Now, do I think it strange that the same people who dress their dogs in berets and send them to day spas are often unfazed that an equally smart pig suffered and died to become their McMuffin? Yes, I do. (Or, to use a more pressing example, how many Americans will bemoan Eight Belles' fatal Kentucky Derby injury tonight at the dinner table between bites of beef?) Would I prefer it if we at least raised these animals humanely? Yes, I would.
Let's be honest, though: I'm not exactly St. Francis of Assisi over here, tenderly ministering to every chipmunk that crosses my path. I try to represent for the animal kingdom, but take a look at my shoes—they're made of leather, which, I am told by those with expert knowledge of the tanning process, comes from dead cows. This is the sort of revelation that prompts meat boosters to pick up the triumphant lamb shank once again and accuse us of hypocrisy. Well, sort of. (Hey, you try to find a pair of nonleather dress shoes.) My dedication to the cause might be incomplete, but I'd still say that doing something beats doing nothing. It's kind of like driving a hybrid: not a solution to the global-warming dilemma but a decent start. Let's just say that at the dinner table, I roll in a Prius.
Finally, grant me one more cordial request: Please don't try to convince us that being vegetarian is somehow wrong. If you're concerned for my health, that's very nice, though you can rest assured that I'm in shipshape. If you want to have an amiable tête-à-tête about vegetarianism, that's great. But if you insist on being the aggressive blowhard who takes meatlessness as a personal insult and rails about what fools we all are, you're only going to persuade me that you're a dickhead. When someone says he's Catholic, you probably don't start the stump speech about how God is a lie created to enslave the ignorant masses, and it's equally offensive to berate an herbivore. I know you think we're crazy. That's neat. But seeing as I've endured the hassle of being a vegetarian for several years now, perhaps I've given this a little thought. So let's just agree to disagree and get on with making fun of Hillary Clinton's inability to operate a coffee machine.
Because, really, peace and understanding are what it's all about: your porterhouse and my portobello coexisting in perfect harmony—though preferably not touching. We're actually not so different, after all, my omnivorous chums. In fact, I like to think that when an omnivore looks in the mirror, he just sees a vegetarian who happens to eat meat. Or, no, wait, maybe the mirror sees the omnivore through the prism of flesh and realizes we all have a crystalline animal soul, you know?
This is excellent weed, by the way, if you want a hit. Hey, while you're here: Have I ever told you about hemp?

man, glasses always make my head hurt, even when they are the right prescription and everything.

I know I write this all the time, but I am freaking in love with my husband. today was a good day. He was really sweet after I got home from work today. I went to the gym for an hour or so, and when I got back, dinner was already and it was 10 thumbs up.

I am super tired. I have to work tomorrow at CVS but that is it. I thought I had to work at the VA as well, but apparently I only have to work 2 weeks this month. which is super nice. maybe I'll even have a sunday off if I don't get scheduled at CVS.

Tomorrow I don't have to work until 4, so I am going to sleep in until 8, then go to the gym with Jeremy to do a spinning class. then I think we are going to Georgetown for a festival or soemthing. I don't know; Jeremy knows the details.

I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I was going to try and stay up until SNL, but I don't think I will be able to.

I've still been reading, but I've been too lazy to update my facebook profile thingy. I don't think I will be able to go through as many books this month because of my rotation, but we'll see what I can do. My next classic is Huckleberry Finn and I'm also checking out the Red Tent and Inside the red tent which I think is a commentary on it. And beloved by tony morrison.

wow, I need to go to sleep.

I figured out we need to have $50K in savings before we can move into another house. I wonder how long that will take?

Good luck Mom! we love you!

I was driving out to Versailles (for the last time this month!) and my stomach was flipping over because I randomly started thinking seriously about the economy. I'm pretty sure the $6000 Jeremy has saved up in his retirement fund will we wiped out because it is all tied to the stock market. I wonder if our life styles will change. We don't live paycheck to paycheck thank goodness, but it still makes me weary.

I got my hair cut this afternoon and it looks like shit. literally. I asked the lady to take an inch off and to clean up the existing layers. I just got finishing cutting my own hair in the bathroom trying to make each side the same length. Apparently an inch meant 1/2 an inch on the left and 2 inches on the right. And on my right side looks ridiculous because she cut this huge layer that doesn't taper at all and it's like 3 inches above the rest of my hair. It helps if I part my hair of the left, but my hair doesn't stay parted. it sucks.

Shoo doggie... my biological clock is going into hyperdrive.... I need the next 20 months to past quickly. Either that, or all these disgustingly cute kids need to get the hell away from me. It's ridiculous! Some little tweerp at the circus freakin played pedk-a-boo with me for like 10 minutes instead of watching the tight rope walkers, and I totally would have picked her up and walked out of there if Jeremy hadn't held me back, and her parents hadn't distracted her with on of those spinning light toys. I'm only human people and I can only take so much! what do you want from me?

I feel so much better when I drag my butt out of bed and go and workout. And I don't mind working out in the evenings, but Jeremy does. I need to stop being a bum.

Tonight we are going to the circus! I am so excited. And there will be cotton candy buying.

Tomorrow it spinning in the morning, borgue (don't know how to spell that, don't even really know what it is) festival, shopping for clothes at TJ Maxx and Marshall's, Notre Dame game for Jeremy, and the collapse into bed with blissful happiness.

I got to leave the VA early today at like 10 am. The internet was done so I couldn't work on any projects... and we only had 3 admits between 2 interns, so they were done in like 30 minutes. It was awesome.

I ran by Spaulding's and got donuts to surprise Jeremy. Then we matched instant review March of the Penguins on netflix. Then I took a glorious 3 hour nap. then we went to the gym and I burned 1001 calories on the elliptical. Then we came home, Jeremy made veggie burgers, fries and we've been reading all even.

Now that's how to spend the day. Granted, I missed out on getting paid a full eight hours today, but I'm okay with that.

This month is flying by. I can't wait until October, then the month will really go by fast.

Don't worry folks... my broken hand is changing into just a severally bas sprain. I thought for sure that it was broke this mornign when I woke up as it was throbbing. The door frame and I got into a fight last night when I jammed it. This morning it was pretty said when I was driving stick to work. I whimpered the entire way. Around 2ish, the pain abated, and I'm almost good to go now.

It's cool when I'm playing pharmacist as work and I catch mistakes. I don't tell anybody, but it makes me feel like I'm doing a good job. I have been surprised about how many mistakes I've found and fixed. and some of them have been pretty huge.

S0, Zippy has a cyst on his chest. he had a checkup at the vet, and after he was there for an hour or so, the office called and said that they couldn't do the exam on him because he was very upset and they needed to sedate him for $18. I was slightly irritated, because we pay $100 a month for all the animals to be on their wellness plan and I'm not seeing how it's fair we have to pay more for them to do their jobs. We've had him for awhile and he's never had any issues before with going to the vets. Anyway, I asked them if they could go ahead and remove the growth on his chest since he was going to be under. they said they couldn't, they would have to take a sample and send it off before they would remove it. and to do that would be $98. and this was before they even looked at it.

Then they called back again a couple hours later saying that the only thing they could find on him was his nipples. And I had even drawn a little picture of where the cyst was the form I turned in. So I had to talk them through over the phone where the cyst was and after 10 minutes they were finally able to find the freaking pea size cyst on his chest.

And apparently Perhaps' had a cyst too that may or maynot be infected. So she is on etodolac and cephelaxin... which I dosed myself from old medication we had a home. The vet wrote prescritions for a 3rd generation cephlasporin which was uber expensive and a meat flavored anti-inflammatory. And the tech there tried to tell me that they needed to give her shots because the oral meds would take a few days to start working... umm.... wrong person to say that too. I literally had to bit my tongue to keep from going into a pharmacokinetic lecture on this chick because I'm sure should would have had no idea what I'm talking about.

Introducing Aaden Nicholas Bartlett (aka Baby Boy Bartlett and formally Wiley Llyod)

9 lbs and 15 oz (officially classified as 1 pudgy baby) born at 8:10 am 9/11 after induced labor at 6ish the night before. Once she started pushing, he came flying out in 30 minutes.

Leave it to me to press a hot iron into the inside of my arm. AMAZINGLY painful. it pulsed with pain for over an hour.

And by this afternoon, it has turned to this blue/purple color which I am sure is not good. I've been drowning it in AAA (10 points for whoever knows what that means) but I still think that it is going to scar.

In case you didn't know, my seester Rebecca will be popping out a baby any day now. The inside scope is the name with will Wiley Lyllod Bartlett, but don't tell anybody I told you. it's a surprise.

Tomorrow I have to go to LCP. I hope that I'm not there long.

I have to get stuff together for my midyear review thing. I think that's going to suck. I feel like I haven't done very much on rotations.

I will head off to bed soon. alone. Jeremy is up in South bend and going to a football game that he has paid for with beer and 20 bucks. I thought the beer should have been enough (those Notre Dame fans sure do love their Kentucky Ale bourbon, but it was not the case). I don't think I used those paraenthese correctly. And I sure as hell didn't spell paraenthese right. oh well.

I am hot.

I went to work out today at around 6, thinking that the monster dinner I had at 4 of greek salad would have settled. not so much. I had to stop after only 20 minutes because I thought I was going to barf. Live and learn. cucumbers don't pass through as fast as you would like.

I turned off the air when I got home because I was cold. now it's sweltering.

My friend Hilary is engaged. Shout out!

aw, I'm so cool.

So, apparently the student that was at my rotation last month told the pharmacist that I was really smart and built me up really big which is weird because I don't even know this girl and we never worked together in any groups or anything. I don't feel like I give that I'm impression that I'm all smart. I feel like I give the impression I'm arrogant. which I guess I am. I always feel arrogant when I tell people things that they don't know. It makes me uncomfortable, like I'm trying to show off. You know, it seems weird that I'm going to be a valedvictorian. especially when I'm too lazy to look up how to spell that word. I don't feel like a valedvicotian... yeah... I'm wallowing in my own stupidity.... I don't even thinking that's the right wallowing. Anyways, it's sort of like me being a vegetarian... I am, but I don't identify myself as one. But I am. I think it's gotten better in the past years... Virginia- the vegetarian- at least I can spell that word. No longer is it: Virginia- the future vet, Virginia- the clarinet player, Virginia- the lifeguard. Now I am Virginia- the future pharmacist, the money saver, the addict to her husband, the dreamer of a huge house, the almost reader, the almost vegetarian, the almost good wife, the almost daily excerciser, the wanna be resident, the not quite ready to get pregnant but thinking about it alot.

And the almost refers to that fact that I almost identify myself as that person. Although I am literally almost a good wife. I'm a good wife 75% of the time. 25% of the time I think I suck like rotton eggs. But, Jeremy makes up for it because he is a kick ass husband 99% of the time and only 1% sucky. And his kickassness covers up for my suckiness cuz he loves me like crazy even when I suck. Which how many people love you when you are actively sucky? None... unless you have a kickass husband like mine.

I am grateful everyday that I love Jeremy so much that my heart swells when I think about it. Sometimes I try to grasp how people get divorced after a year or two. Jeremy and I have been together over 6 years, and it still feels like a drop in the bucket. I don't know... it's hard to explain. it must be sad when people fall out of love.

I think if jeremy and I didn't find each other, I would be alone. Who would put up with me? now isn't that sadistic? ALLLLLLL bBBBBYYYY MMMMYYYYSSSEELLLLFFF,,, DOOONNN"T WAAAANNNNA BEEEEE ALLLL BBBYYYYYY MYYYYSSEEEELLLFFF..... ANYMORE...... everybody! join in!

Can anyone else tell I'm home alone on a friday night? now, don't raise all your hands at once. All is good for Jeremy will be home Sunday morning to go volunteer with me at the Diabetes family day thing.

I really need to go to sleep.

isn't it funny how we just got Ghost rider in the mail through netflix after my previous post. ANd I sure did spend the entire movie saying "Really? really?"

Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I finished my books on Monticello. I've decided to finish knocking out the books that I have borrowed befoer I check out anymore books from the library (I currently have three checked out now). Then I'm going to start hard core on finishing the classics. first on the list in Alice in Wonderland.\

I hate it when buggies fly around buzzing. drives me crazy

isn't is funny how you get a song stuck in your head and it won't get out. I have a song about weeds in my head and Jeremy has been singing a song from Sweeny Todd all week.


Who actually watches Nicholas Cage movies? he sucks.

mama had a baby and her head popped off.

I'm peeling from the Outer banks. Isn't that weird since it was over a week ago?

I'm ready to be done with itching.

My first day at my rotation was fine. I only had to be there a couple of hours and then my preceptor sent me to Baptist East to return some borrowed meds then I got to come home. whoohoo. I'm totally going to take a nap and then go to Walmart/library when Jeremy gets home.

So I guess a better update is needed. Last week was okay. It would have been much better if Mona had not have come, but there would still have been some pretty miserable times, especially the first time. I think our biggest issue is that we spent the entire time worrying about her and trying to make her comfortable. For sure we would have gone to the beach more and walked around to more of the different places. it was just so slow going.

We got back to Ashland Friday evening around 4:00 after going to Monticello that morning. It was really cool. If you go, make sure that you go during the late summer because that it when the garden is at its peak. It was awesome even though we had to pay like $3 extra because we got our tickets online. It was so cool that I checked out some more books on it from the libary. Did you know Thomas Jefferson was OCD? who knew? Anyways, we got to Ashland and I wanted to pick up the dogs and cats and make a run, but then Jeremy had to install the printer which took forever because it didn't come with any ink cartlidges and then people started showing up for this big family dinner that Jeremy's mom was throwing for some old lady that was an old friend of the family that came to visit from Atlanta. We weren't planning on staying, but I think Jeremy's mom was trying to get us to by giving Jeremy more and more stuff to do. I finally basically threw a fit and said I've been on the road all day, I have to get up for work tomorrow at 6 am, and tomorrow is my freakin anniversary. I want to take my animals and go home. So, after Jeremy cleaned out the crap (literally, their dogs crap) out of the back from and moved the freaking dinner room table and chairs, we finally left at 6:30. I was so frustrated. Later I heard that 14 people showed up for the dinner. I could not have handled that last night.

I've had to work alot for CVS this week. Tonight is my first day off all week and I have to work Sat, sun and monday. But Monday will be time and a half, so that will be cool.

pictures

Wolf at Busch Gardens


Loop within a loop rollorcoaster at BG

Greg in German hat

Wright brothers' stuff

Little Jeremy

Jeremy rolling...

Almost to the bottom!

Finally made it! Of course, he fell on his face the minute he tried to stand up. I rolled down too, but the action shots weren't as good.

Amazing lighting.... this picture turned out wonderful even when the night wasn't even that beautiful!

Status post first night at camp. I am completely misery, because although you can't tell, I have over 100 beach flea bites and have only slept 1 hr the entire night. We later decided beach fleas are literally the spawn of Satan. Thankfully, the 2nd night was heavy, and the 3rd night was just sketers.

walking back from the beach

breaking down camp.

Dinner at Jeremy's friend Cheryl's vacation house who also went to outer banks with her family the same week we did. Jeremy had all he could eat craps, shrimp, and scallons. He was giddy.

Every freaking day was this beautiful! It was ridiculous.

Our car from the lighthouse... the little blue Honda fit

On top o' lighthouse

ferry

My cutie husband after being buried.

tent inside a tent.... for sure the way to go. Just leave the rain cover on the smaller tent... Sand fleas can get through mesh screening. It's amazing the things we did with mineral oil on vacation to try to keep them out

Honda Fit which was packed to the ceiling with camping stuff.

Ferry again

another light hosue

Better update to follow. here are some pics!