tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73740812024-03-18T05:48:18.811-04:00Special SauceA mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.comBlogger590125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-85203089777912303922009-06-08T19:42:00.002-04:002009-06-08T19:46:00.976-04:00Huzzah!I found a wedding dress! Let me go ahead and shout that from the rooftops. I FOUND A WEDDING DRESS! Even better than that, I went out and tried it on and looked fabulous in it and BOUGHT A WEDDING DRESS! And headpiece and veil and all the crap that I swore I'd just make myself, but looked so adorable with the dress that I could NOT SAY NO. It has gold accents. Gold! I never thought I'd be Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-12105707417497350282009-06-03T20:28:00.002-04:002009-06-03T20:36:17.952-04:00Playing TouristMy aunt and uncle are in town this week. I got to play tour guide with them on Monday and Tuesday, which was quite a bit of fun. I don't normally hit the outlets or do much on that end of town (mostly because it's so congested and touristy). We found some nice bargains at the outlets (I found the most fabulous pair of birkis at the QVC outlet that had to come home with me). Most amusing part Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-61087590657572712122009-05-21T09:56:00.002-04:002009-05-21T10:01:37.827-04:00Don't Dick with DiabetesTake care of yo' kids boys and girls. I am not talkin' about your offspring, though you should take care of them too. I'm talking about your kidneys. And I'm talkin' about diabetes. Micro and macrovascular changes that happen with diabetes suck, and they're really sucky when you ignore your doctor's recommendations that you, you know... take insulin and manage your sugars and shit. And I Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-65025196245865560802009-05-19T12:42:00.005-04:002009-05-19T13:09:45.625-04:00Domestic GoddessdomREJOICE!The end of the semester has come! Sanity once again reigns! Now that I completed my "Finish my final, now go do a ginormous stretch for the other clerk at work." I earned 5 days of uninterrupted bliss. And what did I do?Well, before the semester officially ended, I prematurely did my "4th semester on the deans list" boogie and got myself a treat- namely a new digital camera, which I am Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-17305797862050693472009-04-22T11:54:00.002-04:002009-04-22T11:58:12.231-04:00Spring is in the air...And with that comes local strawberries. Soon enough I'll get to make my favorite salad, adapted from Cooks Illustrated. Spring Strawberry Salad1 bag baby spinach1 container small fresh strawberries1 container blueberries (not frozen)slivered almonds to taste1 bunch basil taken off the stemsyour favorite homemade balsamic dressing with a buttload of fresh pepper cracked into it. Toss all the Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-32872578548659646872009-04-16T12:17:00.003-04:002009-04-16T12:27:20.366-04:00Open Letters, part hinty-bazillionDear upstairs neighbors,They're called slippers. Invest.Sincerely,"I have clinicals at 0700. Thanks."Dear Coworkers,My name really isn't pronounced Uh-Leeeeee-Suh, eee-leese, honey, or "the secretary." Believe it or not, I've been alive 31 years, and am fairly certain of the actual pronounciation that my parents intended. I will generally respond to either uh-liss-uh or ee-liss-uh. Either is Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-37043823748247160422009-04-14T17:07:00.002-04:002009-04-14T17:11:01.869-04:00Oh Hell Yes.In the past week I've been given 2 patients on my couplet care rotation (everyone else is still getting 1, color me special), got mentioned on a patient comment card (in a positive way) AND made the last exam my complete and utter bitch (96%, HA!).If the rest of the semester gets any better, I'm likely to be thoroughly unbearable. I'm in the OR tomorrow, so lets hope I can handle whatever they Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-91406330112322666392009-03-20T09:52:00.003-04:002009-03-20T10:01:21.371-04:00Spring Break, Baby.So this week has been our Spring Break. Hooray for Sanity! Of course, there was no sleeping in, because my stupid body clock is set for 0700 clinicals/0800 lectures... and I scheduled all my appointments this week. But I do have highlights in a nerdy way. Knitting! I'm making the Reverie beret but it is driving me somewhat insane. The pattern's fabulous, but the yarn I'm using is maddening.Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-56025726199458405592009-02-13T12:10:00.003-05:002009-02-13T12:15:00.732-05:00PS- An open letter to my classmatesTo the guy who sits behind me-Perhaps if you'd have spent as much time last semester on our group project, as you did on writing up little valentines during class today, our group would have gotten a much better grade.Grow up,SauceTo the chick who generally sleeps through class,Congratulations for either discovering coffee, quitting your stripper job, or getting bitched out by the profs for Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-81362176296509938872009-02-13T06:31:00.002-05:002009-02-13T06:40:13.939-05:00"Can't Panic!"Honestly, I have reached the point where my motto (to take a riff from RT) is not "Don't Panic" it's "Can't Panic." I've reached the saturation point of freaked-outed-ness, and the freak-o-meeter won't go any further into the red. (A side note: The bitchmeter is still working just fine.)The days are just taking their toll, I'm starting to get sick/burned out, and I got a decent enough grade on Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-22676781440670893812009-01-26T08:20:00.002-05:002009-01-26T08:38:58.142-05:00An open letterTo the people at work who keep bitching about the lab...I'm not a phlebotomist, but I do get to curl up with one on the weekends. All the bitching I hear about "I put those labs in hours ago" and "why hasn't lab been here yet" is really starting to wear thin. Yesterday I hear "this is a problem that has gone the whole way to administration." Really? The whole way to administration? This is Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-84152725711495300652008-12-30T15:39:00.002-05:002008-12-30T15:47:13.921-05:00Well Now.I've spent the past two days cleaning, and the past three days all-adither. Why? Because I have LOST MY FREAKING STETHOSCOPE. How the eff does one lose a stethoscope? Mind you, I've been reduced to barely being able to remember my lunch, come dinnertime, so the events of the week of 12/9 are a bit hazy- but the last date I can recall having it is the day of our student assessment. I used it Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-33086618281511608962008-12-23T20:15:00.002-05:002008-12-23T20:24:08.389-05:00Yee-Hah.So I finally finished the quilted throw from Amy Butler's "In Stitches." I learned a few very important lessons on this project, the most important being this: Pin-wale corduroy is not the best material for making a throw. Seriously, the quilt looks like a 4 year old sewed it, and not even one of the talented sweatshop four year olds. The corduroy made it get sort of puckery in places, but Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-56607553443907793962008-12-22T08:11:00.002-05:002008-12-22T08:25:54.463-05:00Dangit.Our Christmas tree lost to psych again this year. Of course, if I had a gaggle of crazy people to make ornaments for me, and fucking sing christmas carols when the judges came by, I'd probably win too. I bet they even got one of the really insane ones to play fuckin' Tiny Tim. I came home last night to find that my idiot upstairs neighbor was home. Mercifully, he got the memo re: stomping Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-85566145134227425942008-12-15T07:45:00.003-05:002008-12-15T08:00:27.002-05:00Death, Dying, and Shit they don't teach in school.So. We had the froofy and sensitive lecture on death and dying a few weeks ago. And how you'll know when someone's fixin' to die from one to two months out, from one to two weeks out, and when death is imminent. And one of the petite little fleurs in the front row asks the prof in this little squeaky voice "Have... YOU ever seen someone die...??" and was aghast when the seasoned prof said "WhySpecial Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-52652698759311025852008-12-11T11:13:00.002-05:002008-12-11T11:18:07.711-05:00I've made it this far...And aside from reconfirming my general disdain, loathing, and outright hatred for group projects, I'm doing really well with the last week and a half of school. Got a solid B on my exam, did really well on my assessment of a student, and the part *I* did on my group project was kick ass. I can't help it that A. College students can't pronounce words larger than two syllables, and B. the folks Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-82580757544542078312008-12-05T10:43:00.002-05:002008-12-05T10:49:40.931-05:00According to the Radio..."Christmas is Just Around the Corner."Shit. I guess I'd better get crackin'.In school related news, that crackin' is referring to my psyche. With the mountain of utter shite that is due in the next few days, I think a stalwart refusal to climb to the top of the nearest water tower with the semiautomatic weapon of your choice should automatically grant you a passing grade. As far as holiday Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-60507331307505715942008-11-30T07:55:00.002-05:002008-11-30T08:03:10.465-05:00Leftover Turkey is My BitchHell Yes it is. I just wish I had more of it to play with. I really want a turkey sandwich on rye. (Yes. For breakfast. What of it?) The concept for this started out as a recreation of something tasty I actually got from the employee cafeteria. (Believe it or not, I've actually had TWO tasty somethings from there lately.) I pretty much deviated from their recipe entirely, but their Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-69624722424413111422008-11-28T10:14:00.002-05:002008-11-28T10:21:04.379-05:00Belated Thanks.It's the time of year where we all get a bit mushy and mindful, and I'm no exception. I'm thankful that the trooper that pulled me over only cited me for ONE violation instead of the three that he could have, and that he didn't do anything overtly dicky. I'm thankful that my dad didn't scream at me for getting ticketed for something that was my own stupid fault, but instead met me at the garage Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-55721786338772748942008-11-21T15:27:00.002-05:002008-11-21T15:40:42.525-05:00So.In the world of Ike Turner type medications, we're up to the following. No more BP meds, and back to good ol' Topamax (Ike never did like competition, right?) in a higher dose. We tried tapering, but after 2 months of once-a-week migraines, that gets a bit old... The nightmares/insomnia are tiring, getting way fatter is frustrating, and not ever being "in the mood" tends to irritate ones fianceSpecial Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-14659909521788514972008-10-17T10:28:00.002-04:002008-10-17T10:39:42.338-04:00Songs That Must Self-DestructI hereby request that the following songs be immediately ripped from the muzak at work, never to be heard from again. 1. The Morning After, by Maureen McGovern. This song is currently stuck in my head, because it is in seriously heavy rotation. Honestly, people in the hospital don't want to hear the theme to the Posiedon Adventure when they're recuperating, and they don't want staff that wants Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-91192346093745588072008-10-16T14:11:00.003-04:002008-10-16T14:18:08.303-04:00Sweet!The throw top is pieced together, and has been pinned to the batting and backing. Next up, quilting this sucker. I will probably do the big pieces on my sewing machine (or at least start) tomorrow, and finish on my mom's next week. My machine, bless it's little mechanical workings, is on the kitchen table, and bounces like a mofo at any speed faster than "creep." So most stuff is like sewing Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-61710258693061081462008-10-13T08:22:00.002-04:002008-10-13T08:29:24.739-04:00Yay!So it's fall break, which makes me overjoyed, and slobberingly happy. No patient to research tonight, and the speedwalker upstairs can come home at 4AM and speedwalk- I DON'T CARE. :) I don't have to get up early tomorrow. Life, is good. So how have I spent my break so far? By making a totally bitchin' tote bag from Amy Butler fabrics, so I can haul my nurse pack stuff in style, instead of Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-15084143339282512942008-10-02T23:49:00.002-04:002008-10-03T00:29:06.289-04:00That's Debatable.Note: I actually listened to most of the debate tonight. I fell asleep somewhere towards the end, but c'mon, I think even the moderator did for a while. This is merely my opinion, and often times, it's more than a bit insensitive for effect. I don't want to hear any "that's mean" or "but you made fun of my candidate" crap. I don't care. You're going to vote for whomever you want to vote for,Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-68394464148148354842008-09-30T18:02:00.002-04:002008-09-30T18:16:42.595-04:00Pop Quiz!It's the first day of my second clinical rotation, and my first day IN the hospital. We're 1.5 hours into the day, if you came to find me, what do you think I'd be doing?a. Giving a patient a bath.b. Changing a patient's linensc. Taking a tour of the unit I'll be working ond. drawing a picture of a "healing space" with colored pencils.It's hour 4 of my second clinical rotation, and we're just Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0