Last night at work was great. It was me and the two Joan's, on the B side, with our eight patients. And then we had the LPN senior students from Middlesex (and their instructor, cleverly named Joan as well) come in, so they did all of the PM care and cleaned up the patients. I just stood around and supervised. It was terrific.
There are some days I wish I were a morning person. I hate feeling tired in class all day.
Tomorrow I have the day off from class because I'm scheduled for "computer time" to complete the computer assignments for the semester, but I finished them all already.
I have to send a big "thank you" to someone out there who's been sending me things from my wish list. I don't know you, but you are wonderful. Thank you. I'm going to read the Sondheim book this week.
Court was fun, I've always had a weird love of legal procedure. We have to amend our paperwork to include Visa as a creditor, even tho I plan to repay my credit card bill. Eventually. So I should get a call from my lawyer tomorrow about that.
The rain - remnants of Hurricane Jeanne - is soaking everything in sight. It's a mess. I'm so glad I don't live in Florida.
Yankees/Twins double header tomorrow, since tonight's game was rained out.
The little kitten still needs a home. My coworker Joyce might take him, but she has to talk to her husband first, and will let me know on Thursday.
I survived my first day of Psych clinical - even tho I mis-set my alarm clock and was five minutes late. My patient was needy and manipulative, but since that's the sort of person that I tend to attract, it all worked out fine. I have an assignment to complete (where we write down the conversations that we had with the patient and analyze where we could have been more therapeutic), and I'll do that tomorrow.
Since tomorrow I figure I'll have plenty of free time, as I have to go to Trenton for my bankruptcy hearing. If it's anything like traffic court or jury duty, there'll be a lot of "hurry up and wait" for me to deal with.
Worked tonight, working tomorrow and Thurs.
So we survived Yom Kippur (or "Yippy Kipper" as Rabbi Stanway jokingly called it) - not that I had a lot of surviving to do, as I didn't fast, but Tesse did and it wore her out. The services were lovely and we had such a good time. We went for sushi afterwards at a restaurant that we're calling Chez Treyf, where we were emminently non-kosher, feasting on shrimp and pork dumplings. Oops.
Today, I helped Ben move from the Upper East Side to the East Village. Ironically, he's moving into the building where my friend Josh used to live. Great location, and we met up with Tesse after the move (she was reviewing a show this afternoon) for dinner at BBQ. Delicious and just what I needed.
Tomorrow is my first clinical day in the Loony Bin, er, Psych hospital. If I can manage the 45 minute drive needed to get me there at 8am, I'll be fine.
Important! I am hopelessly in custody of an adorable kitten. A little boy, tabby, and I'm calling him Scooter for now. But Scooter needs a loving home. If anyone out there is looking to expand their cat menagerie, do let me know.
Tesse and I went to Yom Kippur services last night in Elberon, and it was so great to see the synagogue so crowded. The Kol Nidrei prayer was incredibly beautiful and haunting. I need to find a recording of it.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Oh lord, retail therapy! I shopped at Old Navy and K-Mart (yeah, I know, but I live in Jersey), and then I cleaned out my closet! I feel so fresh! All of these clothes I didn't remember I had...
Oh right, so the ENT doc doesn't think I have sinusitis. He said the CT scan definitely showed a cyst or polyp, but that isn't what's causing the pain. He said it's a bad case of TMJ plus some myofacial pain (muscular pain), and gave me a nasal spray to help with the congestion and some heavy duty NSAIDs for the pain. He wants me back in six weeks, and also wants me to see a neurologist for a checkup to find the cause of my headaches. It's probably a tumor after all.
later on 9/20/04
Instead of it being my first clinical day tomorrow, our clinical group is going to meet at the school to do some communication and role-playing work. I can't wait. I want to be the crazy patient.
Boo Yankees, for that loss to Toronto tonight. I would love to go and see them play tomorrow, but all of the political big-wigs are in town, as well as the UN, so the east side subways will be jammed and I'm sure there's an Al Quaeda operative lurking in midtown as I speak.
I'm glad I'm only working the minimum hours at work. I've been actually able to keep up with my school reading (tho Psych is a lot of common sense), and I'm making some headway on the stack of books on my bookshelf that need reading. A good mix, too - baseball books, a book about the making of Man of La Mancha, a book about Munchausen Syndrome, a book about Auschwitz that was written by a doctor who was there... I have enough reading to get me through, say, next Tuesday.
I can tell right now that I'm not going to enjoy one of our clincial places for Psych. Why, you ask? Because it should not take me nearly two hours to drive 31 miles. That's why I hate mornings and rush hour, too.
But on the way home, I did stop and lend a stranded motorist my cellfone, so that felt good.
But then, I drove out to go shopping in New Hope, forgetting that it was flooded. That wasn't good.
But then, the weather is beautiful and autumnal, with that snap in the air that I love about fall.
And while I'm gloating over the last two Yankee wins over Boston, I wanted to point out this article that Tesse linked to. It includes my favorite paragraph du jour:
Up in the Bronx, the Yankees are once again strutting toward the playoffs, led by a grinning shortstop whose teeth seem preternaturally white. And in Queens, the Mets are once again losing, led by a pitcher whose front teeth were knocked out in a traffic accident while en route to Shea.
Can't breathe. Can't wait to go to the ENT on Tuesday. The left side of my head is stuffed like a turkey, and the right is all free-flowing phlegm. I know that's descriptive, isn't it?
Last night at temple, the rabbi asked for simches - good things that have happened to members of the congregation. So this one woman raised her hand and said, "My daughter is opening tonight in a national tour." The rabbi asked which show - and she replied, "Um... Best Little Whorehouse in Texas," to which the rabbi said, "In 22 years of being a rabbi, I have never been so speechless! Well, mazel tov on the whorehouse - should we send a mezzuzah?" The entire room was laughing so hard. That's what I love about going there, Rabbi Stanway makes it so enjoyable.
And good lord, could the thunder and lightning have been any more dramatic this morning? I must've jumped a foot in the air when it started. We didn't get any flooding here. And the rain cleared up in time to watch the Yankees redeem themselves with a 14-4 win over the Red Sox. After last night's dismal end to the game, it was much needed.
Woo, it's electronics day! My TV/DVD combo (from AC) arrived today, so we got it set up in my room, and I moved the little 9" TV out (right now, to nowhere, which is the hallway). And then we hooked up the new VCR downstairs (since the old one died a few months ago), and then hooked up the new phone (since the old one sucks). So I'm tired of moving cables around, but it all works.
Happy Rosh Hashanah.
And two weeks of school done, 18 more this semester to go.
My last set of x-rays was unchanged from the previous set, so Dr. C. asked me to see an ENT (ear, nose, throat) doctor. I made an appointment for next Tuesday, and just have to get prints of all of my films made before then.
I managed to survive the 11th with no TV and only one slight glimpse of the lights at the WTC site, as I was walking from Dad's to the subway. I was still feeling down and depressed all day yesterday tho, which was odd since I've been so "up" lately.
Jen's bachelorette dinner was fantastic - Dona picked a great restaurant in hell's kitchen called Terra, and the food was delicious. We had 14 of us there, and it was good to see everyone again, especially Missy Mink, who I hadn't seen in years. I didn't go out dancing afterwards because my sinuses were so blocked that I was having trouble taking deep breaths and I was just in a lot of pain from it. I know Jen was disappointed, and I'm sorry that I couldn't go, but I'm so fed up with my head hurting. Dr. C. called and left a message, asking me to call tomorrow morning about my x-ray results. I can't wait.
Tomorrow, however, first we have a clinical orientation at a hospital down in Toms River, which is about an hour away. We have to be there at 8.15am, which means leaving at 7am (I need to put gas in the car), so I have to get up tres early. I'm going to hop in the shower now and then go to bed.
I can't believe that Fred Ebb died.
Whew - survived the first week of school, and my first day back at work yesterday. This weekend is Jen's bachelorette party, so I'm going to spend the weekend at Dad's in the city. Hopefully downtown won't be TOO nuts, seeing as tomorrow is 9/11. I do not need more craziness.
Went to temple tonight and had a great time. I can't attend the day services for Rosh Hashana next week because of school, but I asked the Rabbi if I can come to the Erev Rosh Hashana service on Wednesday night. He said he'd get me a ticket - the High Holy Days are so popular that all of the non-observant Jews come out of the woodwork, so they have to give out tickets. I'm meeting with him on Tuesday morning, before the school picnic (which is in the same neighborhood, happily), to get a ticket. And tonight he gave me the form for the Intro to Judaism class that he's teaching this winter, so I need to get that filled out and sent in. I can't wait!
later on 9/8/04
Dinner with Charlie and Joan, always a blast.
And what was that I was saying about the rain and cancelling the double header? Grr.
OK, my brain is slightly less likely to explode today. I managed to untangle all of the schedules and write all of the dates in my calendar(s), and I feel better. I still don't know where I'm supposed to be from day to day, so let's hope my calendar(s) never get lost or stolen, but it's a good start. We have all of these little projects to do, too, and I want to get them done with early on. So tomorrow I'm presenting a summary of an article I was assigned, about medicating children for emotional/psych problems. I don't know if I'm for or against it really, but I need to do the reading and summarize and discuss with the class. That's my after-dinner project.
But speaking of heads exploding, I was reading through a book about sinusitis and how it's often misdiagnosed (or rather, over-diagnosed), and the author mentioned a part about headaches, and that everyone who gets a bad headache automatically thinks it's a tumor. Ha! He's got me there.
It isn't a tumor tho, as far as I can tell. I finish up this round of antibiotics tomorrow, and then have to get my sinuses x-rayed again. The eyedrops I got from my eye doctor last week either helped clear up my eyes or the redness just went away, because they're much better. I'm going back to work tomorrow.
It's raining miserably today - on and off showers (and it poured last night and flooded parts of the city), and they'd better not cancel the double header!
First day of school. My brain hurts already. Just trying to de-mystify our clinical schedule is making it ache. I have to sit down with all of the various papers and my calendar(s) and make some sense of it.
Best part about the Yankees/Devil Rays series? Apart from the delayed/nonexistent double header, that is? Derek Jeter and Tino Martinez, together again. At least for a few days. It makes my heart beat a little faster when Derek reaches first base.
What better way to celebrate the Labor Day weekend by not-working and sleeping all day? I've done both today, and you know what? I think I'll do the same thing tomorrow.
It really doesn't seem like back-to-school time. Class starts on Tuesday (at 9am, ugh), and while I am stocked up on a notebook, binder and pens, it just doesn't feel like it's right.
So my eye doctor gave me another set of eyedrops to use, and a note that says I can't work for a week. Holiday weekend, here I am!
22-0?? Let's not speak of that disaster. As they said in Take Me Out, the game was "profoundly demoralizing." When I walked into Paula and Joern's house in RI, Joern told me the score, and I just laughed and said he was kidding. Little did I know!
It was beautiful driving weather for my trip to MA and RI, sunny and warm. I had the top down the entire way up and back. Picked up my dress (and today found shoes at Payless for $6 on sale!), had dinner, stayed over in RI, and then wandered around Newport for a while before meandering home again yesterday. It was a great drive, except for the bit on 95 where I got lost somehow and ended up out by Shea Stadium. I just have rotten luck with 95.
I went to work today, but the supervisor took one look at my eyes and sent me home again. Tomorrow I'm going to the eye doctor - which is good because I haven't been there in ages, but also so he can look at my eyes and do a culture or something, because the antibiotic drops obviously haven't helped at all.
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