Today I did a treadmill test on a woman who is only a year older than me; however, she is much heavier than I am. She had a huge belly and weighed 254 pounds. I made a promise to myself after this test that I would NEVER allow myself to get that out of shape. On the treadmill test, the treadmill automatically raises the speed and the incline of the treadmill. She was walking at 1.5 mph with a 10% incline. She was doing okay and was huffing and puffing. At 2.5 mph, she was barely making it. After 1.5 minutes at 2.5 mph, she had to stop the treadmill. When I walk on the treadmill, I am usually walking at 4.1 mph. If I run, I like to run at about 4.7 or 4.9 mph. I know I am not in awesome shape, but I think I'm in okay shape. That was sobering to see her staggering at 2.5 mph after just 1.5 minutes. I don't work tomorrow and I am going to go hit the treadmill and I am going to make sure I keep in shape. That scared the hell out of me.
Ryan's dad passed away today. I am very sad for Ryan. He was very close to his dad. He would call him Chief. It was really sweet. Floyd, Ryan's dad, would call Sawyer Little Chief. He was a very sweet man and his kids adored him. When he passed, he was surrounded by family. That is the way to go. I want to be surrounded by my loved ones as well. I will go to the funeral. I had some fun memories with Floyd, too. He was a very special man.
Brett is working at our friend's the Murdock's. They own a plastic company that uses molds to form plastic parts for all kinds of things. The work is mind numbing. But since Brett is not working at BBW while they are renovating, he is working for $10 an hour doing this. I bought him Oreo's to help him feel better. He gets off tonight at 10:30pm. Robby is also working for them every week day from 6am-2pm. It's hard on Robby because he doesn't just stand around. He is constantly moving and working. They love him because they know he never stops and he does his best. I'm proud of that. I'm very blessed to have such a hard working husband.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday
This weekend has been nice. Today especially. There was stake conference so we did not go. Not only that, we were exhausted. I literally slept all morning. I got up at 10:45 to eat and went back to bed until 1pm. Even then, I could have stayed in bed longer. I just felt guilty for staying in bed so long.
I had a code R last night from 7:30pm until 11:00pm. It was a 3 1/2 hour job and I made some good money. Robby always goes with me and hangs out and does his work. It's nice to have him there. I don't like being alone in the clinic. It kind of freaks me out. We had had a baby shower on Friday, so there was still cake and soda in the fridge.
I'm going to bed and will blog later. It was a nice, lazy Sunday today. My favorite.
I had a code R last night from 7:30pm until 11:00pm. It was a 3 1/2 hour job and I made some good money. Robby always goes with me and hangs out and does his work. It's nice to have him there. I don't like being alone in the clinic. It kind of freaks me out. We had had a baby shower on Friday, so there was still cake and soda in the fridge.
I'm going to bed and will blog later. It was a nice, lazy Sunday today. My favorite.
Friday, February 24, 2012
I choose laughter...
By the end of the week, Friday is like I have walked through the desert and found an oasis. I love my job, but by Friday, I am TIRED! I am tired of hearing babies screaming from shots, hearing people whine about their pain and tired of the general drama that a lot of patients create. I know I've said this before, but I don't know how some people get to be as crazy as they are. I just kind of roll my eyes and tuck it away to tell my kids.
One guy came in today who had a kidney stone. He has worked in prisons for twenty odd years. He told me that for his Master's thesis, he had to interview criminals. He interviewed Ted Bundy. He also told me that it was a woman who flipped the switch on his execution. I believe in capitol punishment. I believe that if you have committed such heinous crimes as Ted Bundy did, you do not deserve to live and cost us money for your existence. Let Heavenly Father deal with you. And Heavenly Father will deal with you. As this patient was in pain, he kept trying to be funny at the same time. I told him, "You have two choices. You can either laugh or you can cry about pain." He told me he chose laughter. I agreed with him. I choose laughter, too.
We drove up to Logan last night and it was pretty intense. I got off work at 6pm. I normally would have been home by 5pm, except we had to admit a little nine month old for possible Kawasaki Disease. That was rough. When I got home, I had to sew on the straps for Rachelle's car seat cover. I was also in the thick of grounding Emeli. That's another story for another time. We got on the road at 7pm and got to Logan at 9pm. Usually I am laying out what I'm going to wear to work at 9pm. We visited with Rachelle for 45 minutes and then left to drive home. We got home at midnight. I do not do well with going to bed at midnight. I crashed into bed and slept until 6:30. Each time the alarm woke me up, I didn't recognize what it was. I was that tired. Robby didn't get to bed until 1am because he was calling Africa to let his step-mother and mother know about Liam, Rachelle's baby. He had to get up at 5:30 to work at our friend's, the Murdock's, plastics factory. He worked a 12 hour day. I worked 9 hours. We are too old to do that kind of thing. Right now Robby is sore everywhere and he is getting up in the morning to go work from 6am until 10am and then we are going to drive his routes. Tomorrow night and Sunday he is going to crash. I am on call all day tomorrow, so hopefully I don't get a call.
One guy came in today who had a kidney stone. He has worked in prisons for twenty odd years. He told me that for his Master's thesis, he had to interview criminals. He interviewed Ted Bundy. He also told me that it was a woman who flipped the switch on his execution. I believe in capitol punishment. I believe that if you have committed such heinous crimes as Ted Bundy did, you do not deserve to live and cost us money for your existence. Let Heavenly Father deal with you. And Heavenly Father will deal with you. As this patient was in pain, he kept trying to be funny at the same time. I told him, "You have two choices. You can either laugh or you can cry about pain." He told me he chose laughter. I agreed with him. I choose laughter, too.
We drove up to Logan last night and it was pretty intense. I got off work at 6pm. I normally would have been home by 5pm, except we had to admit a little nine month old for possible Kawasaki Disease. That was rough. When I got home, I had to sew on the straps for Rachelle's car seat cover. I was also in the thick of grounding Emeli. That's another story for another time. We got on the road at 7pm and got to Logan at 9pm. Usually I am laying out what I'm going to wear to work at 9pm. We visited with Rachelle for 45 minutes and then left to drive home. We got home at midnight. I do not do well with going to bed at midnight. I crashed into bed and slept until 6:30. Each time the alarm woke me up, I didn't recognize what it was. I was that tired. Robby didn't get to bed until 1am because he was calling Africa to let his step-mother and mother know about Liam, Rachelle's baby. He had to get up at 5:30 to work at our friend's, the Murdock's, plastics factory. He worked a 12 hour day. I worked 9 hours. We are too old to do that kind of thing. Right now Robby is sore everywhere and he is getting up in the morning to go work from 6am until 10am and then we are going to drive his routes. Tomorrow night and Sunday he is going to crash. I am on call all day tomorrow, so hopefully I don't get a call.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Monday
So I am on lortab while I am blogging, so I apologize beforehand.
Yesterday I made yummy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I love the recipe, so I'm going to use it again.
I worked today all day and I have Tuesday off. I love my job. I'll blog more tomorrow.
Yesterday I made yummy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I love the recipe, so I'm going to use it again.
I worked today all day and I have Tuesday off. I love my job. I'll blog more tomorrow.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
whew...weekend is here :D
So yesterday I won movie tickets at work. They announced it in the morning and I was completely shocked. They did a report on our residents to see who is making sure their pediatric patients are getting their immunizations. Three residents got above 90%. They were asked which nurse helped them with that score. Dr. Smithson said I was the one who helped him with immunizations the most. I was very happily surprised. They are going to give me a certificate and take a picture of me and the doctor. Blah. No picture, please.
So Robby and I went to the mall, split a yummy Japanese dinner of teriyaki chicken and moshi balls. I was still dressed in my scrubs and feeling very fashionable. We ended up seeing "This Means War". It was okay. A typical chick flick and it had action for Robby. But I'm not a chick flick person. I had been wearing my badge, but took it off because it makes my neck itch. I did not have my purse with me, so I sat on it to make sure I wouldn't forget it. Sure enough, I forgot it. I got down to the bottom of the stairs in the theater and realized what I had done. I turned around and started to dash up the stairs. You don't dash in Crocs. I tripped and fell down in slow motion. I landed with my left shin right on the edge of one of the stairs and felt like a huge idiot. There was a man in his seat still who saw me fall, got up and tried to see how I was doing. I brushed him off because I was so mortified. It was really painful.
Robby started teasing me because he could sense that I was hurt and upset. I snapped at him a couple of times, which made him tease me more. He's so much like me, it's kind of maddening at times. :D This was one of those times.
I got home and looked at my leg. It was all swollen. I sat down with my feet up and put ice on it. It's feeling better today, but it hurt like a mother last night. I hate being older and not able to catch myself when I fall. It really sucks.
It's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. Blah.
Right now Robby and I are on opposite sides of the couch with our feet in the center, almost in each others' laps. He is on my iPad playing a word game and I am blogging and listening to Spotify. Emeli is at Francesca's and Brett is at Brian and Jack's. We have the house to ourselves and it is so quiet and nice. After driving around in the car all day, it feels good to just come home and crash on the couch.
Lately, I have been so tired when I come home from work. My hips hurt and I just want to go to bed. See, I'm getting old. How depressing.
Last night Emeli went to a birthday party. One of the girls there was alone with Emeli and Emeli was doing her hair (coincidentally, her name is Sarah). Sarah and Emeli start talking about homosexuality. Emeli told Sarah that she loves gay people. Sarah admitted that she is bi-sexual. Then Emeli felt like Sarah was getting a little close to Emeli and it freaked Emeli out. So this morning, when Emeli told me this, I gave her some motherly advise.
1--if you tell someone you love gay people, you can't get creeped out by one of them trying to become better friends to see if you are interested in them. If you love gay people, you love ALL gay people. I asked Emeli how many gay people she knows. She sheepishly told me that she knows Brett and a friend I used to work with at Bath and Body Works who was gay, but not ready to admit it. I told her that was not enough people to base her opinions on.
2--I told Emeli that I have had many gay male friends. I loved them all because they were the most fun people and we had great times together. However, lesbians give me the creeps at times. I try not to feel that way, but I can't help it. It's not that I hate them, I have had a few lesbians make passes at me or check me out. I appreciate that about as much as I appreciate old men who come into the clinic and make passes at me and flirt with me, too. It's just that I don't go that way and I don't really like it when they get into my personal space. I also admitted that I don't appreciate heterosexual men who come across all macho and think they are all that, too, and expect me to treat them special. Not going to happen.
Anyway, I told Emeli that she needs to sit and think about how she feels about that kind of thing. She can't make big blanket statements about things unless she can back it up. Interestingly enough, Brett had made the same point to her when he picked her up from the party and she talked to him about it.
So Robby and I went to the mall, split a yummy Japanese dinner of teriyaki chicken and moshi balls. I was still dressed in my scrubs and feeling very fashionable. We ended up seeing "This Means War". It was okay. A typical chick flick and it had action for Robby. But I'm not a chick flick person. I had been wearing my badge, but took it off because it makes my neck itch. I did not have my purse with me, so I sat on it to make sure I wouldn't forget it. Sure enough, I forgot it. I got down to the bottom of the stairs in the theater and realized what I had done. I turned around and started to dash up the stairs. You don't dash in Crocs. I tripped and fell down in slow motion. I landed with my left shin right on the edge of one of the stairs and felt like a huge idiot. There was a man in his seat still who saw me fall, got up and tried to see how I was doing. I brushed him off because I was so mortified. It was really painful.
Robby started teasing me because he could sense that I was hurt and upset. I snapped at him a couple of times, which made him tease me more. He's so much like me, it's kind of maddening at times. :D This was one of those times.
I got home and looked at my leg. It was all swollen. I sat down with my feet up and put ice on it. It's feeling better today, but it hurt like a mother last night. I hate being older and not able to catch myself when I fall. It really sucks.
It's supposed to snow tonight and tomorrow. Blah.
Right now Robby and I are on opposite sides of the couch with our feet in the center, almost in each others' laps. He is on my iPad playing a word game and I am blogging and listening to Spotify. Emeli is at Francesca's and Brett is at Brian and Jack's. We have the house to ourselves and it is so quiet and nice. After driving around in the car all day, it feels good to just come home and crash on the couch.
Lately, I have been so tired when I come home from work. My hips hurt and I just want to go to bed. See, I'm getting old. How depressing.
Last night Emeli went to a birthday party. One of the girls there was alone with Emeli and Emeli was doing her hair (coincidentally, her name is Sarah). Sarah and Emeli start talking about homosexuality. Emeli told Sarah that she loves gay people. Sarah admitted that she is bi-sexual. Then Emeli felt like Sarah was getting a little close to Emeli and it freaked Emeli out. So this morning, when Emeli told me this, I gave her some motherly advise.
1--if you tell someone you love gay people, you can't get creeped out by one of them trying to become better friends to see if you are interested in them. If you love gay people, you love ALL gay people. I asked Emeli how many gay people she knows. She sheepishly told me that she knows Brett and a friend I used to work with at Bath and Body Works who was gay, but not ready to admit it. I told her that was not enough people to base her opinions on.
2--I told Emeli that I have had many gay male friends. I loved them all because they were the most fun people and we had great times together. However, lesbians give me the creeps at times. I try not to feel that way, but I can't help it. It's not that I hate them, I have had a few lesbians make passes at me or check me out. I appreciate that about as much as I appreciate old men who come into the clinic and make passes at me and flirt with me, too. It's just that I don't go that way and I don't really like it when they get into my personal space. I also admitted that I don't appreciate heterosexual men who come across all macho and think they are all that, too, and expect me to treat them special. Not going to happen.
Anyway, I told Emeli that she needs to sit and think about how she feels about that kind of thing. She can't make big blanket statements about things unless she can back it up. Interestingly enough, Brett had made the same point to her when he picked her up from the party and she talked to him about it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
wow...
It has been a few days since I blogged and I promised every day. I keep meaning to do it and then life happens. Not that it's been particularly busy, but I keep forgetting. Old age is creeping up on me.
I have worked a lot this week and it always sucks after having an easy week the week before. Today I got to see a patient with a Hello Kitty tattoo on her crotch. It actually said Hello Kitty, too, which I thought was pretty crude. She also had full sleeves and tattoos all across her chest. She had a post on either side of her bottom lip. She was being seen for a possible miscarriage. She has other children at home. I know I sound like a judgmental wench right now, but here goes. I am sad that she is 22 years old and already has children and she looks like that. She looks like a whore. She apologized to the doctor for her crotch tattoo. In my opinion, if you are going to get a tattoo on your crotch, do not apologize for it when a doctor sees it. You put it there. Apologizing for it means you think it's wrong and if you think it's wrong, why did you do it in the first place? Okay, I'm done.
I'm tired and will post better tomorrow. Sorry to be so flighty on posting this week.
I have worked a lot this week and it always sucks after having an easy week the week before. Today I got to see a patient with a Hello Kitty tattoo on her crotch. It actually said Hello Kitty, too, which I thought was pretty crude. She also had full sleeves and tattoos all across her chest. She had a post on either side of her bottom lip. She was being seen for a possible miscarriage. She has other children at home. I know I sound like a judgmental wench right now, but here goes. I am sad that she is 22 years old and already has children and she looks like that. She looks like a whore. She apologized to the doctor for her crotch tattoo. In my opinion, if you are going to get a tattoo on your crotch, do not apologize for it when a doctor sees it. You put it there. Apologizing for it means you think it's wrong and if you think it's wrong, why did you do it in the first place? Okay, I'm done.
I'm tired and will post better tomorrow. Sorry to be so flighty on posting this week.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday...again
So I know I already posted this morning, but that was for yesterday.
Tonight we are going to watch this show on Netflix about plastic. Danny and Michelle told us about it. I can't wait to see it and make some changes in my life.
Brett gave Emeli and I a Valentine's present last night. He bought me a cute little polka dot bag with a heart on the side. Inside was my newest favorite fragrance from BBW: pink chiffon. Yummy.
Today Emeli colored my hair for me. She does an amazing job. She is very thorough. She wants to go to beauty school, so for her, it is something she enjoys doing. It's really cute.
I am so blessed to have two of my children living with us. I love being alone with Robby, but I also love having Emeli and Brett here. I know that they are happy and emotionally safe here. Plus, they are fun to be with. We have some really good laughs. There is drama, but for the most part, it is wonderful. I am grateful.
Question of the day: How many photos did you take today? Well, I took no photos. But there is still time in the day for me to change that and I will. :D
Tonight we are going to watch this show on Netflix about plastic. Danny and Michelle told us about it. I can't wait to see it and make some changes in my life.
Brett gave Emeli and I a Valentine's present last night. He bought me a cute little polka dot bag with a heart on the side. Inside was my newest favorite fragrance from BBW: pink chiffon. Yummy.
Today Emeli colored my hair for me. She does an amazing job. She is very thorough. She wants to go to beauty school, so for her, it is something she enjoys doing. It's really cute.
I am so blessed to have two of my children living with us. I love being alone with Robby, but I also love having Emeli and Brett here. I know that they are happy and emotionally safe here. Plus, they are fun to be with. We have some really good laughs. There is drama, but for the most part, it is wonderful. I am grateful.
Question of the day: How many photos did you take today? Well, I took no photos. But there is still time in the day for me to change that and I will. :D
Sunday
So I have been 48 for a week and I'm feeling my age. It scares me that I am just 2 years away from 50.
Yesterday we went on Robby's route. I packed us lunch and snacks. It's so cute when I do that because Robby will say, "Do you have any kind of snack? I am hungry." Sure enough, I have potato chips, oranges, diet coke, sandwiches, and then we usually go to Maverick (gas station) and buy candy. Emeli likes coming along for that. She also likes coming along for lunch out. Yesterday we knew we were going out for dinner with the Lunts, so we opted to pack. Emeli stayed home.
We saw the movie "Iron Lady" and it was good! There was a very emotional part at the end that had me wiping my eyes. I looked over and noticed Michelle was wiping her eyes, too. It made Robby and I wonder about how it will be when one of us dies. I hope Robby goes first. He will not be able to handle it if I go first and he is all alone. He agrees with that. It was very well done and I recommend it highly.
Yesterday we went on Robby's route. I packed us lunch and snacks. It's so cute when I do that because Robby will say, "Do you have any kind of snack? I am hungry." Sure enough, I have potato chips, oranges, diet coke, sandwiches, and then we usually go to Maverick (gas station) and buy candy. Emeli likes coming along for that. She also likes coming along for lunch out. Yesterday we knew we were going out for dinner with the Lunts, so we opted to pack. Emeli stayed home.
We saw the movie "Iron Lady" and it was good! There was a very emotional part at the end that had me wiping my eyes. I looked over and noticed Michelle was wiping her eyes, too. It made Robby and I wonder about how it will be when one of us dies. I hope Robby goes first. He will not be able to handle it if I go first and he is all alone. He agrees with that. It was very well done and I recommend it highly.
Friday, February 10, 2012
TGIF x 3
I cannot express to you how happy I am that it is Friday. I had a four day weekend and it was VERY hard for me to get back into the work groove thing. Not only that, but it was a psycho week.
Today's psycho story: a guy comes in whose clinical notes told about a visit to the ER because he was being transported in a prison van to appear in court. The sheriff driving the van took a corner too hard, so the patient (who was unbuckled) went flying into the mesh separating the driver from the passengers. It smashed his face. The same clinical note mentioned that the patient also had shot himself in the hand with a BB gun and when he was pulling the BB out, there was this brown pus that smelled awful. He came in today for a follow up on neck pain from a car accident this week. He had his wife and daughter with him. The woman looked broken. That's the kind of thing that hurts. I hate seeing that.
I am an empath. I sense things about people and places. I seem to invite people to tell me their life stories. I have had to become more abrupt with patients because it is not my job to find out all their history. That is the doctor's job. My sympathies have been used against me by patients, too. They can sense how I empathize and they play on it and try to get me to plead for things from the doctors. That pisses me off.
Today I am just glad it is Friday and I can relax all weekend.
Today's psycho story: a guy comes in whose clinical notes told about a visit to the ER because he was being transported in a prison van to appear in court. The sheriff driving the van took a corner too hard, so the patient (who was unbuckled) went flying into the mesh separating the driver from the passengers. It smashed his face. The same clinical note mentioned that the patient also had shot himself in the hand with a BB gun and when he was pulling the BB out, there was this brown pus that smelled awful. He came in today for a follow up on neck pain from a car accident this week. He had his wife and daughter with him. The woman looked broken. That's the kind of thing that hurts. I hate seeing that.
I am an empath. I sense things about people and places. I seem to invite people to tell me their life stories. I have had to become more abrupt with patients because it is not my job to find out all their history. That is the doctor's job. My sympathies have been used against me by patients, too. They can sense how I empathize and they play on it and try to get me to plead for things from the doctors. That pisses me off.
Today I am just glad it is Friday and I can relax all weekend.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
blah...
Robby is at scouts right now. He doesn't like scouts. He says that the uniforms remind him of the Hitler youth in Germany. Not only that, he hates wearing khaki because it reminds him of the army. I have a picture that is so cute. He would NOT be happy if he knew I posted this pic...hahahaha!!!!
Yesterday I felt blah and today I do too. If I didn't know better, I would say it's PMS. But it's not.
I had to go to this stupid training for a program we run at work. It started at 9am and it ended at 1:30pm. It took an hour to get there each way. Pain in the butt. PLUS, it was all stuff that I will never do: set appointment. I don't set appointment. I give shots and take temperatures. Oh well, now I know what to do if I ever need to set up an appointment.
On the way there, I was listening to Taylor's list of best indie songs of 2011 and found a song that I have played all day long to the point where Emeli is laughing at me: "Pumped up Kicks". I love the beat.
We watched "Tron" with Brett last night until 11:30pm and by the time Robby settled down, it was midnight. I lay there thinking about how I will only have 6 1/2 hours of sleep. That's probably why I am crabby and lethargic.
Tomorrow I work in the morning, then I get off at 1ish and then I go back to work the night clinic from 5pm until 9:30. Blah again.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Monday
So I forgot to post on Sunday and I think on Saturday, too. I know I promised every day, but there are days that I just completely forget!!!
On Friday I was painting a rocking chair for Zoe and it looks so cute. I was working on it on Saturday and Sunday. It's still not done. As soon as I do one thing, I change my mind and go in another direction. So this chair has many layers of paint. But it looks really cute so far.
Yesterday Emeli made my birthday really sweet. She baked orange rolls in the morning and made me breakfast. Then she made me a birthday cake and these yummy cream cheese oreo cupcakes. They were really rich. One time I came out to the kitchen while she was baking and I asked her if she was enjoying my birthday more than I was. She just looked up at me and smirked. It was a nice, relaxing day and I enjoyed it very much.
This morning I got a call from a girl at work who is notorious for calling in sick on Mondays. It never fails: if I am off on a Monday and I stay up late, she will call me at 7:38am and ask me to go in for her. I am usually in bed, asleep. That means I have to hop into the shower and get ready FAST! I need to be there at 8am. I usually call Jan, my supervisor, and let her know I am coming in for this woman and I will be there by 8:30, which is when we usually see our first patients. Today I didn't get the phone. I figured this woman can figure it out. I am tired of rushing to get there for her when she only calls me at 7:38. And the funny thing is: it is ALWAYS 7:38. It's like she sits around and waits for that exact time and THEN she calls me. It pisses me off like nothing else. So today I didn't answer.
When the phone rang, it said her name along with the ring. Robby and I both groaned and said, "No." She has done this way too many times. The sad thing is this woman is on probation for her attendance, yet she still does this. Whatever.
Robby and I are going to drive to Heber today to see the new sales office for Richmond American homes. Robby has to draw maps for sign placement. So we are going for a nice drive. Heber is pretty, but it is way out in BFE and I would hate to live there. When there is a huge snow storm, you are literally trapped in that little valley. At least they have a hospital and a Walmart, so you are not completely isolated. But still, no thanks!!! Plus, it is always about 10 degrees colder than Provo. blah.
On Friday I was painting a rocking chair for Zoe and it looks so cute. I was working on it on Saturday and Sunday. It's still not done. As soon as I do one thing, I change my mind and go in another direction. So this chair has many layers of paint. But it looks really cute so far.
Yesterday Emeli made my birthday really sweet. She baked orange rolls in the morning and made me breakfast. Then she made me a birthday cake and these yummy cream cheese oreo cupcakes. They were really rich. One time I came out to the kitchen while she was baking and I asked her if she was enjoying my birthday more than I was. She just looked up at me and smirked. It was a nice, relaxing day and I enjoyed it very much.
This morning I got a call from a girl at work who is notorious for calling in sick on Mondays. It never fails: if I am off on a Monday and I stay up late, she will call me at 7:38am and ask me to go in for her. I am usually in bed, asleep. That means I have to hop into the shower and get ready FAST! I need to be there at 8am. I usually call Jan, my supervisor, and let her know I am coming in for this woman and I will be there by 8:30, which is when we usually see our first patients. Today I didn't get the phone. I figured this woman can figure it out. I am tired of rushing to get there for her when she only calls me at 7:38. And the funny thing is: it is ALWAYS 7:38. It's like she sits around and waits for that exact time and THEN she calls me. It pisses me off like nothing else. So today I didn't answer.
When the phone rang, it said her name along with the ring. Robby and I both groaned and said, "No." She has done this way too many times. The sad thing is this woman is on probation for her attendance, yet she still does this. Whatever.
Robby and I are going to drive to Heber today to see the new sales office for Richmond American homes. Robby has to draw maps for sign placement. So we are going for a nice drive. Heber is pretty, but it is way out in BFE and I would hate to live there. When there is a huge snow storm, you are literally trapped in that little valley. At least they have a hospital and a Walmart, so you are not completely isolated. But still, no thanks!!! Plus, it is always about 10 degrees colder than Provo. blah.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday
I know I didn't post yesterday. I can't remember what my excuse was.
Question of the day...What is the last thing you apologized for? I can't remember. That's not good if I can't remember when I last apologized. It's probably because I live such a perfect life that I never need to apologize. Chances are it was a silly apology and not worth remembering.
It was Robby's and my anniversary yesterday, so we celebrated at Tucano's. Tucano's is a cool restaurant. There is a HUGE salad bar and it's all you can eat meat. The waiters bring skewers of meat around to your table, slice off a bite for you to eat and you wait for the next waiter to bring you something. Surprisingly, you get full really fast. It's pretty pricey, so Robby and I only go during our birthday months when we can use our birthday coupons for a free meal. It was awesome, of course. However, we usually eat so much that we are sick the rest of the day. You feel like you have to eat your money's worth. Next door is Rocky Mountain Chocolates. They have THE best caramel apples. So we bought one for Brett and Emeli. It was a Reese's caramel apple. Brett snarfed his down immediately. Emeli still has hers, I think.
On the way home, we stopped at Petco to see if they have any ferrets. They had about eight baby ferrets. One of them was masked like Bandit and it was so cute. It was the tiniest one and it was a female. She had so much spunk that when Robby stuck his hand in the cage, she literally climbed up his arm, stepping on all the other ferrets to get to him first. We were in love. She was on sale, so we bought her and took her home. She is my birthday/anniversary present. When we came into the house with her, Emeli was so excited. I named her Rosie. Bandit loves her. He follows her around, sniffing her bum. This morning, they were snoozing in my pile of yarn by the couch. Rosie was trying to nibble on Bandit's ear. He kept shaking his head. Then he stopped shaking his head and let her suck on his ear. She was suckling his ear like she would have when she was nursing her mom. It was so cute. He just lay there and let her do it to his ear. She will fall asleep in our arms and sleep there. None of our other ferrets have ever let us hold them like that. It's really sweet. She is also a huge kisser. She is a sweetie and I already love her.
Today I spent the day finally painting Zoe's rocking chair, which I have had for at least four months. I need to get it done before I start on Taylor and Emma's quilt, which will involve a lot of time. Brett and Emeli are going to help me and they are really excited. It's going to be really cute.
Now I am going to bed because I am tired and tomorrow is a day of traveling for Robby's work...blah.
Question of the day...What is the last thing you apologized for? I can't remember. That's not good if I can't remember when I last apologized. It's probably because I live such a perfect life that I never need to apologize. Chances are it was a silly apology and not worth remembering.
It was Robby's and my anniversary yesterday, so we celebrated at Tucano's. Tucano's is a cool restaurant. There is a HUGE salad bar and it's all you can eat meat. The waiters bring skewers of meat around to your table, slice off a bite for you to eat and you wait for the next waiter to bring you something. Surprisingly, you get full really fast. It's pretty pricey, so Robby and I only go during our birthday months when we can use our birthday coupons for a free meal. It was awesome, of course. However, we usually eat so much that we are sick the rest of the day. You feel like you have to eat your money's worth. Next door is Rocky Mountain Chocolates. They have THE best caramel apples. So we bought one for Brett and Emeli. It was a Reese's caramel apple. Brett snarfed his down immediately. Emeli still has hers, I think.
On the way home, we stopped at Petco to see if they have any ferrets. They had about eight baby ferrets. One of them was masked like Bandit and it was so cute. It was the tiniest one and it was a female. She had so much spunk that when Robby stuck his hand in the cage, she literally climbed up his arm, stepping on all the other ferrets to get to him first. We were in love. She was on sale, so we bought her and took her home. She is my birthday/anniversary present. When we came into the house with her, Emeli was so excited. I named her Rosie. Bandit loves her. He follows her around, sniffing her bum. This morning, they were snoozing in my pile of yarn by the couch. Rosie was trying to nibble on Bandit's ear. He kept shaking his head. Then he stopped shaking his head and let her suck on his ear. She was suckling his ear like she would have when she was nursing her mom. It was so cute. He just lay there and let her do it to his ear. She will fall asleep in our arms and sleep there. None of our other ferrets have ever let us hold them like that. It's really sweet. She is also a huge kisser. She is a sweetie and I already love her.
Today I spent the day finally painting Zoe's rocking chair, which I have had for at least four months. I need to get it done before I start on Taylor and Emma's quilt, which will involve a lot of time. Brett and Emeli are going to help me and they are really excited. It's going to be really cute.
Now I am going to bed because I am tired and tomorrow is a day of traveling for Robby's work...blah.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Today
So last night I blogged all about this crazy lady that came into the clinic and as I was proofing it, I felt really bad about talking about her, so I deleted the blog and went to sleep. So I technically blogged yesterday, but didn't post it, so it still counts, right?
Today is a day off, Robby is working with Jose, the guy who puts up the huge signs on the roads. So I am all alone today until Emeli comes home from school and Brett comes home from work. I love it!!! I miss Robby, but I'm getting a ton done. Right now I am eating a lunch of left over brats, a dill pickle, a pile of my favorite potato chips and a diet coke on ice. Radiohead is playing in the background. Life is good :D
I just got back from walking to Walmart. I bought a chicken for tonight's dinner, a white cake mix and little Valentine's candy to top the cupcakes. I'm a sucker for Valentine's day and since it is February 1st, let the pink begin.
I only work tomorrow in the morning and then I have Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off. Not a bad way to spend my anniversary and birthday weekend. I got a coupon in the mail for a free dinner at Tucano's. It is a Brazilian grill that is all you can eat. You literally need to be rolled out of the place! We are going there tomorrow afternoon with the coupon for our anniversary. Yummy! My favorite thing there? The grilled pineapple. I could eat just that and be happy.
Today is a day off, Robby is working with Jose, the guy who puts up the huge signs on the roads. So I am all alone today until Emeli comes home from school and Brett comes home from work. I love it!!! I miss Robby, but I'm getting a ton done. Right now I am eating a lunch of left over brats, a dill pickle, a pile of my favorite potato chips and a diet coke on ice. Radiohead is playing in the background. Life is good :D
I just got back from walking to Walmart. I bought a chicken for tonight's dinner, a white cake mix and little Valentine's candy to top the cupcakes. I'm a sucker for Valentine's day and since it is February 1st, let the pink begin.
I only work tomorrow in the morning and then I have Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off. Not a bad way to spend my anniversary and birthday weekend. I got a coupon in the mail for a free dinner at Tucano's. It is a Brazilian grill that is all you can eat. You literally need to be rolled out of the place! We are going there tomorrow afternoon with the coupon for our anniversary. Yummy! My favorite thing there? The grilled pineapple. I could eat just that and be happy.
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