tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73740812011-09-23T14:24:13.675-04:00A 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.comBlogger5901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-85203089777912303922009-06-08T19:42:00.002-04:002009-06-08T19:46:00.976-04:00

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

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My 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

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Take 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

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REJOICE!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

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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

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Dear 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

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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

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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.

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To 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

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

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To 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

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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

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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

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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-85566145134227425942008-12-15T07:45:00.003-05:002008-12-15T08:00:27.002-05:00

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 "Why

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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

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"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

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Hell 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

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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-55721786338772748942008-11-21T15:27:00.002-05:002008-11-21T15:40:42.525-05:00

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 fiance

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I 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

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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

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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

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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,

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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

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Who knew that Inderal shouldn't be taken at bedtime? Not this guy. Apparently its side effects are... (get this) drowsiness AND sleplessness. So for the past couple of days I've taken it around midday, and have been able to sleep just fine. Who knows if I can keep it up, but I've been rather happy so far. (Oh, and the earplugs have helped.) My neighbor is safe so far. Now I'm going to go

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To my upstairs neighbor,It's an apartment, not the mall. If you want to speedwalk, do it at 5AM with the rest of the mallwalkers, otherwise, it is midnight, put your ass in bed. Some of us have clinicals at 7, and need the sleep. And shut up. Nobody important can be reached on a cell phone at 2AM. Which is the time I am still awake because you're still speedwalking upstairs and chatting on

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Then again, they haven't let us play with drugs yet either. Also: We haven't had our first group presentation, so murder or manslaughter could be imminent. Seriously. If you get barred from clinical for something minor and easily rectified the class before a major project is due, wouldn't you oh... rectify it, so you could join the group and finish the project? Apparently not if you're the

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-13862946399674855872008-08-28T12:39:00.003-04:002008-08-28T12:48:19.246-04:00

This is more kvetching about Topamax, the Ike Turner of migraine medications. Man, this taste alteration keeps continuing. I'm sad to report that fatty salty things are next on the list. French fries and Five Guys just don't taste right. They're OK, but they're not the orgasmic little balls of delight that they SHOULD be, and that I know they are. Old Bay seasoning now tastes really weird (odd

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-86499155360883403502008-08-26T20:06:00.002-04:002008-08-26T20:19:15.550-04:00

Well, wasn't that special. Today I learned that the videos we ordered are horribly acted, and are totally giggle inducing. That the guy that plays "whispering Dan" is trying way too hard to sound sick, that the Crystal Cleary and Mr. Johnston should smack that bitch of a nurse each time she comes in the room. I am predicting a "Fundamentals of Nursing DVD Drinking Game" being created in 4-3-2...

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-17824188750879978442008-08-19T18:36:00.002-04:002008-08-19T18:57:09.025-04:00

Part food review, part something else...We have a new restaurant in town, J.B. Dawson's. Cute place- nice atmosphere, dark clubby kind of look. Food's excellent and the lunch specials are priced well. Nothing on the lunch menu is over 10.00, (maybe one thing is 10.99) and includes a lot of nice fish dishes. I had an excellent crab alfredo pasta dish that was delicious. Nice bit of Old Bay

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-6113817741681950422008-08-17T22:03:00.002-04:002008-08-17T22:08:01.770-04:00

"badass hairdresser" as one of my many titles now. P's been running around looking eerily like a hippie lately. He's about one tie-dyed pair of longjohns away from following the Dead around in a VW Bus. I don't think he's had his hair cut since before we went on vacation in mid-June. In short- the man needed a trim, stat. We, being of little funds, but ample creativity decided to whip out the

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-42821164285755755552008-08-14T14:57:00.002-04:002008-08-14T15:00:30.749-04:00

Seriously. My new best friend is totally Phenergan, followed closely by that angel at my neurologist's office, Pam. I woke up with a migraine, took a maxalt, which promptly got thrown back up, as did water, and anything even connected with the thought of food. This is bad, as throwing up=no medicine=migraine stays around. I could have looked forward to a day of agony on my bathroom floor, till

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-3730734075731645172008-08-12T22:38:00.002-04:002008-08-12T22:53:03.887-04:00

So, let me tell you how much I like the local Y. Yep. Now, exercise and I are not friendly. We're just not. The only way I'm going to run is if someone's chasing me with an axe, and even then I might just opt for death. I'm horribly inept at sports, and my biggest fear is flying off a treadmill and being knocked unconscious. (Ok, that and spiders.) However, I gained my ass back last semester,

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-62319962311917567202008-08-11T21:51:00.002-04:002008-08-11T22:12:27.357-04:00

Dear Department Heads,Changing editions and text lists every year is asinine. Either your book reps must be offering sexual favors, or you think we're all living off of mommy and daddy. However, the 400 bucks I just dropped on shit that I thought I already had covered, that you changed editions on, or NEW shit you added to the list is practically a rent payment for me. This is on top of what I

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-11008039100598972652008-08-11T08:32:00.002-04:002008-08-11T08:47:01.887-04:00

Dear Moderately Slow yet Highly Irritating Coworker,You're sweaty. Check. Got it. Got it 15 "I'm so sweaty!"-s ago. Lose a little ass. You won't be so sweaty. Or maybe do something more often, say... your job. You'll get used to all the movement. Oh, and a BP of 64 over anything is a critical BP- if you don't tell your nurse, she'll rightfully behead you. Bitching about your weight, and

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-71528788218685519162008-08-10T00:39:00.002-04:002008-08-10T00:50:08.105-04:00

When looking at food the wrong way will give you heartburn (Thanks again, Topamax!), taking your famously tasty spicerack chili to work without a bottle of Tums is a really, really stupid thing. Spicerack Chili contains the following:Beef Stew Cubes (cut into small pieces)Lean ground beefan onion4 whonkin' big jalapenosone really big can of small red beansone regular sized can of dark kidney

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Topamax, you are the Ike Turner of migraine medications. Oh sure, you take away the majority of my godawful headaches and help me sleep like I'm in a coma (until my bladder wakes me up) but we have got to have a serious talk about the way you fuck with my palate.The last time I was on Topamax I lost 20 pounds, thought all carbonated drinks tasted like crap, and craved salt and vinegar potato

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June 19, 2010's the wedding date. We signed the paperwork for Stoudt's last night. Yay!Also, I've seen so many wedding dresses and cakes online, my head is going to explode, and I still have 23 months till the wedding. (Thanks mom.) I've seen 5 that really made me say "Dang, that's cute." Of those, 2 are way, way, Waaaaaay out of the price range I wanted to spend. 1 is only available at a

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No, I'm not sick. I'm thinking about heading all my food posts with that. Just for fun. We'll see if it turns into something...Tonight's dinner was hastily thrown together, because the farmstand where I'd been hoping to pick up some 75 cent eggplants was sold out (drat!) so the Middleastern Chickpea platter from Eating Well magazine is on hold for a few days. Instead, I bring you Improv Pasta

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The good, the bad, the ugly. The good: my last scheduled ass-wiping shift is Thursday. I can pick up additional ones if I feel like it, but I'm typing from here on. Yay me. The bad: P seriously screwed up his back on the coasters at Hershey. As in "couldn't finish his shift yesterday night, called in sick today, barely could walk" kind of screwed up. Yeowch. The ugly: Yesterday was one of

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Dear Hersheypark,When one is waiting in line for an absurdly long time for ride that takes less than a minute to complete, one doesn't need outside entertainment. One has ones linemates to gawk at, mock, and speculate upon in order to pass the time. One certainly does not need acapella singers. In fact. I would go so far as to say that acapella singers are at the bottom of the list, right

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-90498654473937670602008-07-20T21:35:00.002-04:002008-07-20T21:43:27.160-04:00

Even if you spent 17.00 on tickets to the employee picnic at the local amusement park, do not go when the heat index is supposed to be nearly 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Just write off the 17.00, save the 10.00 parking fee, and just stay home with popsicles, iced tea, and air conditioning. We decided to go to the picnic this year, despite the overwhelming heat. We are also, apparently, fucking

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And by amuse, I mean "make me want to beat my head against something hard till I lose consciousness and/or die."If you're at your doctor's office, and they tell you that your blood glucose is over 1,000 (yes, one thousand)* and you have another blood chemistry level that, if left untreated through the evening would very well lead to your imminent demise (yes, "impending DEATH" underlined twice "

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Lesson One: the people at Giant want you to die. This is why they close their pharmacy at 4:00 on a Sunday, ostensibly so that the pharmacist can "go home to be with his family." I call BS. Pharmacists don't have families. They're bitter, miserable alcoholics. They close at 4 so people like me can't get pseudoephedrine containing drugs at 6:00 on a Sunday afternoon, because the only thing

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Thank you for the well wishes! I'm really excited, and will become a bit more bearable once the novelty wears off. For now, though, I'm trying to pin down the major things- dress, flowers, cake. Location, colors, and bridesmaids (dresses and who) are in my head, though nothing is going down officially yet. (Other than location. That's been set for a while.) Anyway, in the spirit of keeping

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We're back. Had a wonderful time, for more reasons than would be apparent. First up- the place we stayed, the Valley View Cabin. LOVE IT. Coming back to it next year. Adored it. Worth every single penny. Worth not having to hike to go pee. Worth being able to make real food on a real stove. Worth being able to sit on the porch and drink coffee. Worth being able to sit on the screened

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-263294232902905112008-06-19T20:22:00.002-04:002008-06-19T20:28:19.644-04:00

I don't normally cry during TV shows. I also don't feel compelled to tell people to run out and buy copies of them, either. Call tonight a red-letter night. What so compelled me? Nova's A Walk To Beautiful. It's the story of three Ethiopian women with obstetrical fistulas, who find hope and renewal at the Addis Abba Fistula Hospital. I'm not kidding. Find it. Buy it. Watch it. I dare you

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-38960339775639247502008-06-19T07:19:00.002-04:002008-06-19T07:25:32.268-04:00

Congratulations on being early risers and liking country music. If I weren't on vacation I'd probably come upstairs and beat you senseless (which shouldn't take very long, you're already pretty much there). Playing "Her Achy-Breaky Heart Thinks My Tractor's Sexy So Her Dog Done Left Me" (Remix) at jet engine decibels at 0700 is not endearing. In fact, it's pretty much likely to wreck the dream

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-9082923614976416562008-06-18T22:16:00.002-04:002008-06-18T22:19:04.879-04:00

You find yourself setting ant baits at 10:00 on a Wednesday night, and watching the little bastards explore them, while muttering "die you little fuckers, die."I should probably get a hobby. Only one more day till I can dig into my vacation reading! It's been so hard holding on to it since April! I haven't even peeped into the bag ONCE! (In fact, I've added 2, well- one and a half- books to it

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And I don't mean the cute little movie. I'm talking little crawly bastards. They've invaded my living room, and I'm none too pleased. I've figured out their main hiding place, and tomorrow, I'm stocking up on raid and ant traps. So far they haven't discovered that the good shit's in the kitchen, and I aim to keep it that way. I also figure that if the mold in the building hasn't killed me,

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Well. After two weeks of screeching brain pain, and not doing anything wrong (or at least the "wrong" not correlating with the screeching) I'm back on Topamax. And let me just say that I forgot how wonderful you can sleep with that stuff! Of course, it completely shuts out Gin as an option (as if it really was one in the first place, unfortunately), but hey. No screeching migraine, two solid

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-46171888431536899312008-06-13T17:18:00.003-04:002008-06-13T17:27:49.591-04:00

First off, this is Stinkerbelle. I want to stick her in my pocket and take her home with me. Unfortunately, I think my mother would probably shoot me, becausethe cat is far cuter than I am. Not much else to say. Her cuteness overwhelms. She's dashing around the living room as I type, and being Elvis's shadow. Heh. Seven days till vacation!

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This whole "Going to bed around 12:30-1:00 AM and getting up by 7 AM" thing is insane, ridiculous, and really, thoroughly starting to piss me off beyond belief. I never have had an easy time of sleeping through the night, Benadryl will sometimes help, and I've been taking melatonin recently. Unfortunately, they simply cut down the number of times I wake up (say from 5 to 3) and I STILL wake up

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-71883025309433989792008-06-10T07:18:00.002-04:002008-06-10T07:32:33.330-04:00

Friday night a patient was found unresponsive somewhere out in the real world. Upon arrival, the pt's Blood Alcohol Content (BAC) was .6something. For perspective: .08 is legally drunk. .4 is generally incompatible with life. .6? That's really, really effing drunk. Really drunk. So drunk that you'll not realize they're intubating you, and you won't need restraints, because you'll be

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So I'm now in the second of 2 well-earned days off this week. My aunt and uncle are in town, and we're having a blast. We went to quilt shops yesterday, and my dear, sainted mother picked up sock monkey print flannel (sort of like this) to make me a rag quilt (which I think I'm smart enuff to help with). I love the one my aunt made me, but it's just a smidge too short for good snuggling. (And

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Dear HealthAssurance folks,For the past 2.5 years that I've had your insurance, I've been taking my birth control pills the same exact way; skip the inactive pills for 2 packs, take 'em on the 3rd. No matter what my OB-GYN writes, you still give me hassles every single time I want to get a refill. You're driving me insane. If you'd prefer, I'll take the pills in the usual way, but you'll have

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-89719440919838235182008-05-27T20:25:00.002-04:002008-05-27T20:28:02.505-04:00

I bought a bicycle tonight. The reasoning is twofold. (potentially threefold) Reason 1: I need to lose some ass. Reason 2: P is a huuuuuuuuge bike guy. Bikes constantly. I? Not so big a fan. I don't do hills, walking or zooming down them at 900 miles per hour, with rocks/limbs/obstacles flying at me. No. BUT, I do like going on the rail trails with him, so maybe we can do that together...

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If you have a family member in the hospital and you happen to be a drug addict, try not to do anything excessively stupid. Because even if you think you're being clever, we are far smarter than you are. Case in point: (Which has been obfuscated somewhat.) If your dad's in the hospital and on a ventillator, chances are, the drugs they're getting in their IV are somewhat necessary to their

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-63344460427518802462008-05-26T09:41:00.002-04:002008-05-26T09:51:35.662-04:00

First up, a shout out to the lovely folks at Starbucks R&D. The new Mocha Mint Chip Frappuccino is incredible. Of course, the barista neglected to mention that aside from tasting like "a blenderized thin mint" it also included a healthy dose of liquid crack. Those damn things are addictive. (Though at 4.00 a pop, I'll stick to dunkin's iced coffee for my crack fix.) What did I do this

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-32128320603638740462008-05-22T09:45:00.003-04:002008-05-22T10:02:35.847-04:00

If you're feeling "tired", and you're in your car in the driveway, do us a favor eh? Go INSIDE to lie down. Lying down on your front yard, when the temps are in the high 40s is going to result in a pretty severe case of hypothermia. I don't think you've got a mile long driveway, so just make that little bit of effort, mhmkay? While we're at it. Taking a handful of tylenol because you fought

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I wanted to get this off my chest too. We had a guy on our unit for a while. He came to us in bad shape, coded one morning, and found his equilibrium at the worse end of the scale. Not bad enough to go to the ICU, but bad enough. His family insisted on the works. They came in to visit fairly frequently while he was on the ventilator, pretty much completely unresponsive. I guess the docs said

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Three finals down. One more to go. I? Am one happy camper. I've got an entire summer off, vacation in NC in June, and I am not as destitute as I thought I'd be. (Although you jackasses at PHEAA can suck it, for cutting state grants for the coming school year.) Clinicals start in August, and with them comes the attendant BS money grabs by the school uniform place, the place that wants us to

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Today it's fish. Tasty baked fish...2 tilapia fillets (i get them frozen, for a buck, at the local grocery store). I used seasoned Lemon/Herb ones today. about 1 cup mushrooms (I used baby bella pearls- whole. Slice if larger.)salt, pepperabout 1/2-2/3 cups seasoned diced tomatoesOn a large sheet of foil put about 1/2 the mushrooms, one fillet, top with tomatoes. make the foil into a little

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First off. I'd like to shout it from the rooftops. I HAVE A 97% IN MICROBIOLOGY! There. I feel better now. Next up, I'd like to share that dissected pig hearts, no matter how cold your refrigerator is, probably aren't going to last 4 weeks without some degree of deterioration. "saving them for the practical" is probably... well... impractical. Kudos to the pregnant lab instructor for

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I actually found myself with an entire day off- and nothing completely required for me to do. Wow. That's actually quite the rarity- AND I get to recreate the experience again tomorrow. I? Am thrilled. So I got to watch a lot of Anthony Bourdain DVDs, ran out to get my favorite sleep aids- benadryl and earplugs, started the scarf I've been meaning to make myself (saxon braid, like P's, in

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-64627804876467118862008-02-20T12:35:00.002-05:002008-02-20T13:07:28.511-05:00

I finally figured out who my Soc prof reminds me of, and 98% of the people in my class are not old enough to get the reference. (sigh)She is a dead ringer for Dana Carvey's ChurchLady. Seriously. She peppers questions at the class "What deviant act have you committed today?" And she purses her lips with this dead-on Churchlady look. If I didn't loathe her so much, I'd have laughed my ass off,

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First off. What I found at the grocery store today. I'll let you know what it tastes like.Secondly, with the evening off, I thought I'd do something reasonably intelligent, like do my sociology homework. Basically, read the next chapter in our textbook. The further into this class I get, the more I loathe it. The book begins each chapter with a little excerpt/summary of an important,

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Dear family of a culture different than mine that I've tried to tolerate for the past week,I realize you're concerned about your family member, and last night, they were going downhill quite rapidly. However, today they're infinitely better. This is still a critical care unit, and if I can't get through the room for the number of people jammed in there, I'm going to get pissed. Additionally,

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-74359867277960729492008-01-24T12:38:00.000-05:002008-01-24T12:45:41.171-05:00

Oh, let me just sing the praises of the Tofu Shiritaki noodle now. Seriously. This stuff is so tasty, and for 40 calories a bag? Dieters should rejoice. This stuff is good. The Angelhair is what I tried first, and turned it into the fastest, tastiest lunch that you can get on the table in 10 minutes. Teriyaki Tofu Shiritaki1 bag Tofu Shiritaki angelhair noodles (found where you find your

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-91947562967442799292008-01-22T19:44:00.000-05:002008-01-22T20:13:17.381-05:00

I've been feeling really domestic lately, so I've been cooking a lot more. It doesn't hurt that I've cut my hours back at work, and have had an extra night off per week. It also doesn't hurt that I got the neatest little lunchbox thingee. It's great for packing my lunch for in between classes, fits nicely into my already overpacked backpack, and has the perfect icepack...So here's what I'm

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-29858661249924577542008-01-18T20:56:00.000-05:002008-01-18T21:17:18.790-05:00

Oh that magical, mystical month off has evaporated, and I find myself setting the alarm for 0630 again. Damnit, the semester's begun again. I have a few observations from this first semester. 1. If you're embarking on a second career, bully for you! I'm right there with ya. I'm fortunate in the fact that I look like I'm a good 6 or 7 years younger than I am, and can blend in with some of the

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-40253527745863614382008-01-07T10:37:00.000-05:002008-01-07T11:16:07.271-05:00

Ok, a little exercise from Crankyprof. What would we do if you spent a day with me in Lovely Lancaster, PA? Assuming money was no object, I didn't have to work that night, and there were no classes to attend...First stop? Wish You Were Here, for some sweet Swedish Pancakes. Oh sure, you can get bigger breakfasts elsewhere, and you could order something else off the menu, but why bother? They

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She wasn't a young woman, but she seemed strong enough. She wasn't thrilled to be here, but nobody ever comes willingly. We joked in the afternoon, and then her pressures seemed to spiral down. Docs weren't thrilled, so in went the lines. We went to CT with a sense of impending doom. We'd just got her pressures above 100, and we ripped her from the relatively safe confines of her room.

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Actually, I got NO heat. The freakin' unit froze solid after the ice storm last night. I now have a space heater, and am debating between sleeping on the couch (in front of the heater) or burrowing under the electric blanket in the bedroom (where the heater won't do an effective job). And this will be the SECOND time the furnace guys will be out in a week. The problem before still isn't fixed

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-85754489035997986962007-12-15T14:25:00.000-05:002007-12-15T14:28:51.406-05:00

It feels really good to make a goal for yourself, and meet it. To wit: I had made the goal at the beginning of the year to have straight As this semester. And, with the confirmation of my math grade, I will have done so. (It was an 89.56 or something close, before the final, and I got a 98% on the final [DUDE!]) so all my grades are As or A-, which I can live with. Hell, I am absolutely giddy

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-90101938390271569102007-12-12T17:09:00.000-05:002007-12-12T17:39:16.296-05:00

First off- HELLOOOOOOOOO LINA!So today I finally got to clean the apartment. Well, some of it. The back room is still repulsive, but I scrubbed and organized everything that wasn't nailed down Now, if I only had a kitchen table...(G. Monkey moved out, and I gave her kitchen table back. I'm just waiting to get my mom's old table from her house. )I also treated myself for making it through the

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The A&P test was really simple, so lets hope my grade reflects this. I'd really like the A. (OK, A-.) (Also, the finger is still a bit off, so forgive the weirdness in typing.)Tonight is the Psych final. I don't have to take it- my grade was high enough through the year to avoid taking it. (Hooray for achieving my goal!) I am, however helping with the study group beforehand. That will be fun

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-77261051936131765002007-12-09T19:06:00.001-05:002007-12-09T19:14:23.541-05:00

So I'm making dinner tonight, and whack a pretty substantial portion of the top of my middle fingertip off. It's held on by a little flap, and it's down through the nail- it's ugly, and it won't quit bleeding. Kids, USE YOUR GARLIC PRESS. Do not use the nice big knife, like you always do, just because it is out and you don't want to wash something else. USE THE GARLIC PRESS. Anyway. After a

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Of the semester, that is. I'm reviewing for my A&P final, which takes place Monday at 0800. I'm not terribly freaked out. I need 122 points out of 150 to keep an A- in the class, which works for me. So lets take a moment and talk about non-class stuff...A little note to the woman in front of me at Weis. Judging by the well-worn state of your WIC folder, you're no stranger to the check system

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Or at least it will be for another 7 minutes. So I stole this idea from monkeygirl. It's going to get me out of a bad mood, I can feel it. What Are You Thankful For?I'm thankful that no matter when I show up at my mom's house, she tries to feed me, and always asks "Do you have enough money for food?" Even though, so far, I always have; one of these days I won't, and she'll be there (hooray).

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Do not go to work sick. Do not go to work sick. Do not go to work sick. I should have stayed home today. I really, really should have. For pete's sake, I didn't even go to class this morning any longer than it took to hand in my lab homework. Seriously. And I NEVER miss class. Didn't even stay for psych last night. This upper respiratory crap sucks. Since I called out one day last week, I

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Dear upstairs neighbors,I don't know if you're part clydesdale, or were simply raised in a barn, however, civilized people do not stomp across the floor on a daily basis. Every morning you begin stomping at 0500, every evening you stroll as if you're auditioning for Riverdance. Your ambulatory antics are driving me up the walls, literally.Throw out your wooden clogs, stop wearing platform boots

Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-47607330394856742912007-11-07T20:09:00.000-05:002007-11-07T20:22:44.156-05:00

Things have been interesting around the casa de Sauce lately. G. Monkey's been going through a patch, but in a very good way for her, and that's about all I can say about that, for here. But I'm really proud of her. I got a 92 on my last math test, which makes me giddy, and yes, it's on my fridge. MamaSauce and I went shopping yesterday, and I got an early christmas present- a damned gorgeous,

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These aren't a few of my favorite things. 1. A&P teachers who will post grades lightning-quick one week, then drag their feet the next. Just tell me if I passed the test, homeslice, so I can stop crashing blackboard with my obsessive-compulsive logins. Mhmkay? Thanks. 2. The skeleton. All of it. With a test in 2 weeks. Hello Gray's Anatomy (not the fucking show) flash cards. May you be

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Is either my arteries hardening, or me jumping up and down with glee. No, Fiber, not THAT kind of glee. We didn't get a ring. (Though it could have been in the creme brulee.)It is really nice to have a boyfriend who likes to cook. Especially when you've totally had the shits of cooking, and you'd really rather not touch a pot. It's doubly nice when said boyfriend cooks really great food you'd

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Yep. That about sums it up. This day went entirely too quickly. Class at 11, got grades (good, yay!) on my last 2 quizzes, and took our exam, which I think went well. Got out early, and skulked home in the rain (forgot my umbrella). In all, that was a wash, but the good part was to come. Got to my mom's and not only does she have fresh bread baking, but she's got cheesy potatoes going (my

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Yep. I'm gonna feel that way at 2330 when I end this $*(#!)*# 8 day stretch. Damn, but I love the folks at I Can Has Cheeseburger?Go pay them some love.Aside to Slacker Co-Worker who never shows up, and "had to go to the ER the other day"Stop sucking up to the girl who works over on THE UNIT. You will never get to transfer there, you're gonna get fired for "being sick all the fucking time"

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This is something I wrote for English class. We were assigned to write in groups and had to individually come up with a chapter in a novella. Our group decided to make up a story about the funeral of a boy named Heath, who was killed in a drunk driving accident. The other members of the group wrote the sister, girlfriend, and best friend pieces- I took the mother's angle. (formatting's a

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Well, aside from WXPN, that is. I am thrilled to death, that I got a 48.5 out of 50 on my A&P lab exam. I was sweatin' this one pretty hard (cranial nerves, spine, ears, eyes, and a whole bunch of other crap), so I am ecstatic. In other news. Began tutoring today, that was fun. Put in my request to become a .6 (3 days a week) at work as of 1/14, which should be approved. I will begin living

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So I'm entering into an 8 day stretch here for work (Oh, we have to make up for that sweet 2 days off, 1 day on, 2 more days off spin somehow....) and if the rest of it is like yesterday, I'm signing myself into the mental health unit NOW. Seriously. I had my last in-person English class from 0800-1100, had a class for my job from 1100-1530, and then immediately had to go upstairs and begin

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And there was. And it was good. And a special shout out to whomever it is in my neighborhood who isn't locking their connection. You're a broke-ass student's hero, man. 'specially on a Sunday, on a laptop with a shifty "D" key, which has the unfortunate byproduct of making most things I type look gangsta, quite accidentally. So... This? Means I can blog more. Unfortunately, it means I'll

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But now I wipe asses, and I may also be a tutor. AND I don't have to go to the Pot-Smokin'-Hippie's* English Class as often anymore. Bitchin'. School? Is going well. I've gotten over the massive lecture exam that brought my anatomy grade down to a B (despite being 20 points higher than the class average), as I'm back up to an A again (barely), and we're finally doing shit in Math that makes

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So I'm back from Stephee's fabulous wedding in Vegas. That? Was awesome. We stayed at the El Cortez in doooooooooowntown Vegas, (not to be confused even remotely with the strip)- much closer to the Freemont Street area. A lovely little bus ride away from the strip, and much more my speed. The room was clean, though the entire area is under construction, so it's not exactly attractive outside

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Last night I got to take care of my first dead guy. Well. When I got there he was't dead yet. When I got there he was another gentleman in a bed on our side of the hall. He looked a lot like Jim Henson, in a completely unresponsive, missing a limb, lake of poop every time you turned around kind of way. We went in and cleaned him up several times, and made him as comfortable as possible until

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Ok, I fully don't expect anyone to even read this anymore. If you are, I have to wonder why... even I can't believe it's been over 3 months since it's been updated. For shame, or somesuch. Ok. Here we go. I got into nursing school. Sorta. But it works to my advantage. (at least, I am telling myself this, and it works for me.) I'm in, but I'm in as a "pre-major" meaning... I get to do gen

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Whether it's the "here's your" or "four horsemen of the apocalypse" kind, you be the judge. Two posts in the span of one week. Must be a record or something. Well, that's what you get when I need to do laundry twice in a weekend. I'm kind of weird about the end of the year- trying to get things rounded up, cleaned up. I spent yesterday scrubbing the apartment with a fervor that hasn't been

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So I've been quiet lately. Sorry. Well, really, I'm not that sorry. But it sounds good, I think. I've been more than a bit busy, between babysitting the loonies I love and trying to study math that hasn't been important to me since Clinton was elected the first time around. So... I haven't really had time for blogging. But it has paid off. I managed to retain enough mathematical knowledge

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Ok. In the past week and a half, the following thrills have happened:Saturday, I discover that the darlings who are painting our apartment building have managed to get tan paint spatters on my navy blue car. (They're still there, I declined a refund on detailing, because I thought I could get them off. I am a moron, who has been a wee bit short on time over the past week because...)Monday I

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I do not now, nor will I ever have a "happy period." Can it. I am bleeding. A lot. I am having the Mongolian Death Cramps. I want to eat every salty treat within a 5 mile radius, and finish it off with a bar of Dagoba Lavender chocolate the size of Cleveland. I want to throw staplers at the backs of peoples heads when they annoy me (which is constantly). In short, I am not happy. I am

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