I don't know when I'll get back to writing posts. I'm just too bummed lately. I'll probably still post pics of my pup though. Maybe I'll go find a good pic now...

Seems I keep writing these types of posts. My assistant from my last job, the woman I spent 60-70 hours a week with for 4 years, was just found dead in her apartment. We are assuming it was a heart attack since she had undergone a quadruple by-pass a few years ago, but we don't know yet. She was a good friend. She will be missed.

We interrupt my panic about my thesis with this brief announcement

after sitting second row center at my first Bra.di Car.lile concert (did you know she performs barefoot?) I am in lust. Her music is nice and all, but DAMN, in person she is soooo hot.

we now return to our previously scheduled thesis panic

I will be a little hard to find for the next 34 days, 5 hours and 54 minutes. I will return after I defend my thesis.

Last Friday I went to a conference on research ethics with a few folks from our IRB. During one of the breaks, I got invited to be ON the IRB. I thought it was pretty cool. I know the job sucks, but it looks darn good on a CV!

My lack of posting lately is due to being in a funk I just can't shake. I think that being back on the college campus every week where I was the most miserable I have ever been, isn't helping. only 13 more weeks of class to go! Somebody shoot me.

2 hours ago I find out the patient we removed a liver tumor from last week dropped dead Sunday from an unrelated condition.
1 hour ago while in the sugical ICU, I see a friend in one of the beds. She was fine on Friday. Tomorrow she is having a brain tumor removed.

So, I haven’t been posting much lately. I’d like to say it’s been because I have been so busy having fun, but alas, that is not the reason. I don’t know if it’s peri-menopause , depression, or that I really am just a moody bitch, but all I seem to be able to spew lately is negative cranky crap and there doesn’t seem much point in doing that .

So here is a list of happy things;
I have a job
I have a home
I have a loving partner (who is a GREAT kisser and spoils me rotten)
I have a dog who loves me
I have new horse friends who let me brush them and snuggle them
I have at least 80% functioning body parts (my own) on any given day
My little co-coordinator is a hoot
Beer
Otters
Polar Bears
Ducks
Squirrels (yes Syd, both kinds)
Naughty Ravens and Crows
Doggie paws that smell like corn chips
Throwing garden slugs into Evil Neighbor’s yard (yes, I am juvenile)
Watching the tiny newborns get discharged from the hospital every afternoon

Ok, well that made me feel a bit better.

another one of my fish was murdered yesterday in the tank. After questioning all the witnesses...nobody saw nuthin.

Ok, I have given her a little time. I still hate having to supervise a freakin teen at my job. I did not sign up to run a fukking daycare. I do not wish to have contact with humans between the ages of 5 and 25 unless they belong to someone I care about, or they are exceptionally bright or funny (I have a 19 year old intern right now named Mike, who I absolutely adore. He is more mature than most 30 year olds I know). This high school girl I have is about 11 emotionally, and VERY VERY disturbed. It is clear that she has psychiatric issues (as evidenced by her frequent statements "I have to keep my headphones on so I don't get angry." and "even the rave party in my head doesn't make this fun."). I would love to have her evaluated by psych, but how do you do that when she's not a patient? She'll be here 2 more weeks, one of us will be in lock-down by then.


disclaimer: I have several short friends in Atlanta who are apparently children, although after discussions with them I tend to believe they are just very short grown ups. Even if they didn't belong to people I care about, I would still like them cuz they are way cool.

1. My mood becomes far more stable if I take the freakin medication on a regular basis.
2. A partner who feels guilty about getting 'goofy' on too much wine the day before will not bring up the spat we had the day before.
3. I have developed an addiction to downloading music I can't afford onto my i.Phone.
4. Over-ripe tomatoes don't bounce (no, it was not thrown)
5. My dog is incapable of letting the neighbor's dog pass our house without going completely ape-shit.
6. It is "all fun and games until someone puts an eye out" just like mom said (not mine, a patient's)
7. Those face shields we wear in the O.R. really are necessary.
8. Blood from an artery can shoot incredibly far if the blood pressure is high enough.
9. A patient can lose an incredible amount of blood and still recover well.
10. Raw eggs don't bounce either.

I need some help here...

if a person (after too many glasses of wine) invites half the neighborhood (OK, 4 people) over for a BBQ the very next night, but is then too hung-over to be up to it...
who should make the calls to cancel????????

Well I am not sure what category it would fit into, but yesterday we had one. We have had frighteningly few of them in our 8 years together so I am not sure what it was. I have never been with anyone where even in the middle of a fight I knew I wasn't leaving the relationship and neither was she, we were just 'having it out'. Every relationship I have been in before, a fight always lead to me contemplating leaving, or being afraid the other person would. It was strange. I headed off to the store after it so I could cool down and not say anything stupid. Yesterday was supposed to be date night so she called me after about 30 minutes and said "Yesterday I made reservations for us to go to (insert my favorite restaurant), would you still like to go, or are you still too mad at me?" I felt like stewing a bit longer but we had time before our reservation so I agreed to go. Later we changed our minds but not due to the fight, we just didn't feel like changing out of our shorts and tee shirts.
It was an odd day.

I just found out that my dear friend Robert Jeffries (Dr. Bob!) has died. Dr. Bob is the world's greatest Arctic botanist. He even has plants that he discovered named after him. I spent 6 summers working in the far North with Bob (I studied critters, he studied their food). We dodged many a Polar Bear together, and darn near didn't get away once. He was brilliant, gentle, and as funny as they come. I will miss him terribly.
I think a Marmite butty is in order.
Paws up Bob, paws up.