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8-ball. Elise. ATC. Roo (Sacrifice).
Jul. 20th, 2005 09:03 amIt was grey and drippy earlier today but it seems to be clearing up nicely.
Mike is collapsed in exhaustion over the bed in our room; I'm at my desk, bracketed between two windows, looking outat a segment of street and the greenery outside.
I could go sit on either of the porches, I suppose, with wireless, but then I'd REALLY get nothing done.
And this presentation must be done this morning. I'm feeling a little behind the 8-ball.
Tell you the truth, I'm feeling less competent than ever as I prepare to go out into the real world. I've made several dumb mistakes in the last few days on ED shifts, from overcalling otitis media ("Well, it's a dull ear, so it *must* be...") to antibiotic choice, to diagnostic choices.
And it's embarrassing to have someone look at you funny when you say you want an abdominal x-ray.
I hope this phase of uncertainty goes away soon or my new co-workers are going to be seriously annoyed.
With all that said, I went to Elise M's house yesterday and got to see the shinies. As a way to brace myself for the inevitable internal exam + PAP smear that was to happen in a few hours, I secured ownership of "Little Black Dragon" and a pair of earrings.
I forgot, however, to give Elise the beads I'd saved for her. Another day, soon.
ATC update: the kitchen is fully painted, thanks to the good graces of my personal whirlwind-friends, Rynn and Beth, who bullied me into declaring a painting party, came and brought sodas and brushes and cake and tape. I had a good time, and I hope the other attendees did too.
The office is nearly put together; I have 2 more boxes that need to go someplace. The rest of the house is in similar state: mostly unpacked and put away, with a scattering of miscellany in the corners that we're not sure what to do with yet.
Robin gave up some of his toys to daycare; it was hard for him, but he did it himself. Pulled the wagon inside the daycare and to the toddler room and gave it and the toys inside to the babies.
Then he turned to me with a sad little face and said, "Now we can go to the toy store and I can have a bike?"
I didn't want to laugh, or downgrade him doing something that was hard for him, so I just kissed him and said "later, honey, we'll go to the toy store, okay?"
We did, too.
(He got a plastic vacuum cleaner that talks instead, and a cartoons DVD. I'm a sucker.)
Mike is collapsed in exhaustion over the bed in our room; I'm at my desk, bracketed between two windows, looking outat a segment of street and the greenery outside.
I could go sit on either of the porches, I suppose, with wireless, but then I'd REALLY get nothing done.
And this presentation must be done this morning. I'm feeling a little behind the 8-ball.
Tell you the truth, I'm feeling less competent than ever as I prepare to go out into the real world. I've made several dumb mistakes in the last few days on ED shifts, from overcalling otitis media ("Well, it's a dull ear, so it *must* be...") to antibiotic choice, to diagnostic choices.
And it's embarrassing to have someone look at you funny when you say you want an abdominal x-ray.
I hope this phase of uncertainty goes away soon or my new co-workers are going to be seriously annoyed.
With all that said, I went to Elise M's house yesterday and got to see the shinies. As a way to brace myself for the inevitable internal exam + PAP smear that was to happen in a few hours, I secured ownership of "Little Black Dragon" and a pair of earrings.
I forgot, however, to give Elise the beads I'd saved for her. Another day, soon.
ATC update: the kitchen is fully painted, thanks to the good graces of my personal whirlwind-friends, Rynn and Beth, who bullied me into declaring a painting party, came and brought sodas and brushes and cake and tape. I had a good time, and I hope the other attendees did too.
The office is nearly put together; I have 2 more boxes that need to go someplace. The rest of the house is in similar state: mostly unpacked and put away, with a scattering of miscellany in the corners that we're not sure what to do with yet.
Robin gave up some of his toys to daycare; it was hard for him, but he did it himself. Pulled the wagon inside the daycare and to the toddler room and gave it and the toys inside to the babies.
Then he turned to me with a sad little face and said, "Now we can go to the toy store and I can have a bike?"
I didn't want to laugh, or downgrade him doing something that was hard for him, so I just kissed him and said "later, honey, we'll go to the toy store, okay?"
We did, too.
(He got a plastic vacuum cleaner that talks instead, and a cartoons DVD. I'm a sucker.)
