A Carbiener Christmas

So, yes, I brought Jonmark home for the holidays. Really?! Was I supposed to leave him here alone?! Was I supposed to be alone? No, of course not. Christmas is meant to be spent together, and that we did. I had 9 days off from work, and therefore, he did, too. (Except that we spent many long nights putting together his work presentation. Actually, he did. I usually fell asleep. But I was there for moral support.) Anyways, so Christmas vacation was awesome. And sometimes kinda boring. But rarely.

You see, it could also be known as our family's Gimp Little Christmas. You know there's Jonmark' s wheelchair, and then, our friend Kevin thought he broke his ankle, my dad was recovering from knee surgery, and my mom stepped off a ladder and fell on her back on their stairs (inside). She laid on her back on the couch most of the time. I fetched a lot of things for people :-) But I was really grateful for my legs! Jonmark and I made a super-quick run to Boise to meet and eat with Jessica & Nate. We ate at a new fancy restaurant called "Fork"  and basically just caught up on each other's lives. It was so good to see them again. We also went to the Boise co-op where we bought my favorite cookies. And Jonmark fell in love with Cloverleaf Creamery's Chocolate Milk.

This is the Milk

It is pretty much insane. It was so fun to show Jonmark basically the whole state of Idaho, which he had never seen. And it always feels good to be back in Boise. And home. Of course :-)
My birthday was the most low-key of my life, I think. Jonmark gave me a digital frame with all the awesome pics of us over the last year. My parents got me two little leather tape measures I had asked for for measuring mommy tummies, and, um, that was that. I couldn't really decide on a cake that sounded good, so we didn't do one. Next year- I'm making some decisions early. :-) A birthday doesn't happen without a cake. Let's be real.

The rest of the day was crazy. We all pitched in to make the dinner, which we never really had done before. Now, all my mother's children are actually very good cooks, but unless we are asked to help out at home, we're usually not too good at it. Unless my mom sits on the couch. Then Candice gets the ball rolling, and we all get assignments and start going to it. Dad fried a delicious turkey, Candice made stuffing and mashed potatoes, I made sweet potato casserole, and Brad made Sis. Matheson's caramel chocolate cheesecake. mmm...mmm... (And someone made some corn and some canned green beans somewhere along the way....). Oh, and Candice made awesome rolls. (And the next day I did, too. Yup. Me. I finally learned. :-) )

The Rolls that Christin made. 

That night, we did the nativity scene at my parent's house, instead of my Nana's. My mom had made most of the costumes, but Brad & Brea had done the last of the sewing after mom's fall. It took a lot of trust for her to let them do it, but it shouldn't have. They did awesome (p.s. parents, I need a picture of that. I was busy being an angel.)

Afterwards, we gathered everyone together and read "The Polar Express," which almost made me cry just like it always does.  And then all the adult-kids went downstairs to wrap presents and watch elf. Now, the problem with having 3 adult children and 3 adult significant others and 1 adult Christmas guest and 3 small children is that we buy stuff. Sometimes too much. Wrapping took forever. We wrapped while people were told to turn around and look the other way. We ended up with this living room:

I wouldn't say that this much unwrapping made for a better Christmas, but it did make for a lot of chaos and some very excited children and quite a few smiles and surprises. It was crazy, but it was so fun. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Perri Marie

Walking her Turtle Balloon

It appears that if I would like to stop getting "why are you still a dork?" text messages from my dad at 7am, I will have to start blogging about the awesomeness that was my Christmas holiday. As I went through the pictures, I couldn't help but be a little drawn to the ones that have a certain 22 month old in them. She has the best "cheese!!" face in the whole world, as you will see. Behold, little Perri Marie:

Trying to Sneak into the Wheelchair

Eating

Sitting in the doll bed made by a little elf named my dad

Thanksgiving!! (I am such a dork)

 

I'm a dork because I can't believe I almost didn't blog all this.
So this picture isn't actually of Thanksgiving or that weekend. It's from Jonmark's birthday weekend, which was the weekend before. It happens to be my favorite picture of us ever and makes me smile all the time. This is us at True Food Kitchen where once again I was a horrible blogger and didn't take pictures of all our excellent food because I was too excited to eat it. I had amazing sea bass with brussel sprouts and purple potatoes. Jonmark had Salmon with Quinoa. Our desserts were organic non-dairy chocolate pudding (amazing) and ginger lemongrass frozen yogurt (yum!) It's such a fun and healthy fancy place to eat, and it was so fun to celebrate. (And isn't that shirt great of his- yep, that was a birthday present.) :-)

These other pictures, however, are of Thanksgiving weekend. On actual Thanksgiving Day, we hung out at Jonmark's sisters house and watched the Cowboys win and A&M lose. :-( We were there until Midnight when I decided it was time to go shopping. Unfortunately, I don't work nights anymore so my energy level was not what it was when I rocked it in 2009. Nor did I really need anything. BUT! I ended up with a 2" memory foam topper for my bed that was 70% off and it is incredible. I've been sleeping like a baby since I got it. (Not that I ever had trouble sleeping before....) But somewhere between an exhausted Jonmark trying to wheel through the crowd and me traversing the entire mall with a humungous box, I thought, "This is ridiculous. I'm buying everything online from now on." Oh, and Friday and Monday I totally did. But yes, it makes me feel kind of old.
Friday was errand/clean house/sleep/grocery shop day/oil change day/get a great deal on tires at Sears/online shop day.
And Saturday we headed to California. See, Jonmark grew up in Lake Elsinore, which is about an hour away from L.A. And his friend had a car part we needed to pick up nearby. So off we drove!

His friends were so sweet and we stayed and talked to them for a couple hours, and then realized we were only about 30 minutes away from his hometown so we were off again! Lake Elsinore is kind of a crazy little town. There is definitely a lot of character, and, according to Jonmark, a lot of people never leave. Is it the classiest town I've ever been to? Um, no. But in driving around I realized what an awesome place it would be to grow up. There are so many hills and trees and "adventure spots" that it was no question why Jonmark grew to love bikes and dirt bikes and pretty much any other adventure. And I loved the lake. Which was beautiful.
We then did a short little drive over to Temecula, which is a very quaint and a little more "snobby" of a town. (With, of course, better restaurants.) We ate at a place called Texas Lil's, which used to let you cook your own steak, but now, does not. Which we were totally disappointed about, but dinner was good anyways. We then drove around the cute little downtown and stopped in front of a picturesque little fire station to take a picture for Tate (my nephew), where I got pulled over for the 7th time with Jonmark. No, I did not get a ticket. I just had to politely tell the officer that, yes, I planned on driving away if the fire trucks got a call and yes, I was watching closely for other cars that might actually decide to drive down that tiny street. Ridiculous.
Later, we met up from some of his friends from back-in-the-day. It was awesome, to say the least. We met them in a little bar called "The Hideaway," while random people came up to hug him and grill him on his teenage years. (Picking out the Mormons in The Hideaway was about the easiest thing ever. Just find the 2 people wearing some sort of white in a sea of black and neck tattoes.) We listened to a fun little punk band and then headed back to Beaumont to the first friends' house.

Those first friends, Jeremy & Marci, you see, were having a belated Thanksgiving 'cause Jeremy is a cop and had to work on real Thanksgiving. So we went to Target and bought some toothbrushes and I bought some ELF makeup (which is super-duper cheap and I was so proud. Jonmark was less impressed that I thought we needed so much stuff for one night. Anyways, now it's in my gym bag so I can use it all the time.)
So the next day we sat around and ate an incredible Thanksgiving meal and talked about life in Cali as a teenager. Jeremy was actually there for Jonmark's accident so I made him tell me all the details of what he saw. Jeremy was actually the person who loaded up Jonmark's dirtbike into the truck after his accident. (yeah, it almost made me cry a little bit.) So after tons of talking and chilling and eating, we finally got back in the car and drove home.
And basically, it was an awesome weekend that I absolutely loved.

Ripped.

I've been working out lately. Like a lot. It all happened when Bridget alerted me to this picture:

This is our friend who lives in Utah (I think. Ok- so really, we're not that close, but I do know her.) after getting all ripped doing Jamie Eason's LiveFit Trainer. Which of course made me look it up.
This is it: LiveFit Trainer. So far I've done these workouts for about 3 weeks- and have eaten a ton of protein and veggies. Most nights after work, Jonmark and I will meet at the gym and do our workouts together.Some days, I don't think it's made a huge difference, but really, it has. Jonmark always tells me I'm looking so strong and that my back looks totally ripped at the gym. And even Vanie says she can tell a difference. Now, I'm no Jamie Eason yet (even though we are now facebook friends :-)), but I've never worked out quite like this before, and I love that I know what workout I'm doing every single day. And she changes things up so I don't get bored, and every month is a little harder than the last. I'm really excited to do the whole thing. I still need to take my own before and after pictures, but evenings after dinner are not the best time to take them I've decided, even though that's usually when a spare photographer is available. Anyways, it's been fun. And I'll post a picture eventually when I'm done and all crazy ripped. whoo-hoo!

p.s. My favorite part of this so far has been this conversation with Bridget. I had done the leg workout for the first time when I had a 2 hour lunch and had been whining and crying about how much my legs hurt for about 3 days. Bridget called. I told her I was doing this workout.
"Have you done the legs?" she said.
"Yep."
"Can you walk?"
"Um, nope."
"I did it last week. In the morning, I stood up next to my bed and then fell on the ground."
heeeheee. yeah, it's kinda hard. But it's getting easier.

Glendale Glitters

On Saturday, Jonmark and I took a little detour over to Glendale (which is really only like a 15 minute detour from his house) to "Glendale Glitters." Basically it's just downtown all lit up with games and booths and some really terrible dancing (terrible as in well, at least it gives these people a healthy habit). We just kind of strolled around, drank hot chocolate, and watched Home Alone on a screen outside. I, of course, had to confuse the whole concession stand when I asked to have a hot dog cut up in a bowl of chili and cheese instead of a bun. It ended up being the most expensive chili cheese hot dog ever, but it was absolutely delicious. AND!! I had my first caramel apple. I mean, I think I've had one before- maybe at someone's house or something, but I've never bought one at something like this where they are all lined up looking all beautiful and delicious. Jonmark and I shared a beautiful green one with pecans. And it was delicious. And mostly I was super impressed that it didn't even start to fall off the stick. And it kind of was the start to Christmas-time (and now, I really need to decorate...)

What Happens When You Leave Me Alone...

I have a lot of my best nights, I think, when I'm by myself. I also, of course, have some of my worst nights then, too, but that would be another post. (Which likely will not be happening.)
Tonight, I cleaned my room and the kitchen like crazy (to the point where I found a new places for purses and vacuumed). I adjusted the temperature of our water heater so I no longer have to have lukewarm showers. I also changed out my shower curtain liner and hooks-that-have-always-been-terrible, and washed all my workout clothes. Yay! And took out the recycling. Tomorrow I need to call the apartment office and complain that we need another recycle bin. It is always, always full.
Tomorrow night is Jonmark's company's Christmas Party, and I offered to help make dip and peppers. The pepper recipe I found in SELF magazine. And again, I will love Fresh & Easy forever for actually making it easy to find peppadew peppers and cheap goat cheese. They are so delicious!

And lastly, well, before most of that, actually, because I've been starving for 2 days now- I made my first Juevos Rancheros. I don't think I've ever baked an egg before. And even though it kind of looks like it is surrounded by snot, it was completely delicious. (Should I be worried that the avocadoes that I bought TWO MONTHS AGO have shriveled a little but were actually not completely ripe when I sliced them tonight? It freaked me out. I ate them anyways.) I think this is breakfast tomorrow. Good-night!

I Miss Her

So once upon a time in Seattle,  I got a custom-engraved ring that I just thought was the coolest thing ever. And I lost it about 4 months later.
But now I constantly think about what I would have a new ring say. I've come up with several phrases over the years and have always thought about ordering another one.
However, I think they've gone up in price. And etsy now exists. I found a girl on here who will custom-make rings to say whatever you want. I was so excited when I found them and thought and thought about what they should say. And I finally decided on these.
The "Integrity" one is like my version of a "CTR" ring. It kind of makes me think about how true I am in the things I do all day.
The other one says, "A LITTLE BIT LIKE VERNA," who was my nana. Who was the best ever. She loved and was happy and served so many people. And sometimes I wear it because I want to be like her. And sometimes I wear it because I miss her. And I definitely wear it on every holiday. Because she loves them.

p.s. The girl who makes these goes by the name on etsy "monkeysalwayslook." If you use the code "monkey15" you can get 15% off. Love you guys! (And even if you don't necessarily order one, what would you have it say?)

Graphic

In response to my mom's somewhat appalled reaction to my prior post (or parts of it), I'm sorry if that was too much info. for some of you. I admit, it was graphic. But most of my job is. And really, it was pretty funny.

Yesterday.

This is me driving to work. I look tired because I am tired. Because I still haven't reconciled the fact that just because I don't have to be at work on Friday night doesn't mean I have to stay up all night. Especially when I work from 8 to 5 on Saturday. 

I look old in this picture because I am tired. And because my smile lines give away the fact that I am almost 32. 

Yesterday at work I saw 24 patients. That is a ton of people. It is the most I've ever seen. 

Yesterday at work I called the police to do a welfare check on the home of a very dirty, scared patient who was 18 and expecting her second child and sometimes sleeps outside. 

Yesterday at work I ordered about 5 labs that I'm not really sure about for a patient almost exactly my age who is having unexplained fatigue. And an STD panel. And gave her spironolactone for her skin. 

Yesterday I looked a women straight in the face and told her that having sex 1 time/week is not enough to make a baby when you are 38 years old. Especially if your husband sometimes gets too tired to ejaculate inside you. I made her this list: 

This is why my appointments take forever. And yes, I laughed a little. Mostly at myself. In the hallway. 

Yesterday I told a lady she had almost no testosterone and wrote my first prescription for testosterone candies. (Yes, it's a special pharmacy). And informed her that she was terribly anemic, could probably stand a blood transfusion, and to come back in a month after taking iron and if she wasn't any better that we would refer her to a hematologist. 

Yesterday Jonmark delivered these beautiful flowers to my work because we met a year ago yesterday.
And sometimes you just celebrate incredible relationships because they make life worth living. (And maybe he knew I wanted to send him something and maybe I had way too many patients to send a money tree to his office. Jonmark, this is what it would have looked like. Maybe soon. :-) )

Yesterday I had a patient that I had talked to about nutrition who told me she overeats when people tell her she needs to eat better come back and tell me she lost 8 pounds (and I'm hoping our scale wasn't wrong 'cause it might be). But she was so proud and I wrote her for Metformin, and she is feeling so much happier.
Yesterday, after 24 patients and a Red Bull, Jonmark and I went to Bobby's Jazz restaurant and had salmon with dill sauce, an incredible spinach salad, a porterhouse, and creme brulee. And kissed in the drizzling rain.
And Yesterday was an excellent day. 

Peacock Proud

So quite a few months ago, I found a groupon to Carrie Curran art studios. The deal was, you go to a class for 2-3 hours and everyone paints the same painting while they tell you exactly how to do it. It seemed like a super-fun date idea, so I got it. And then let it expire. (It was kind of hard to match up exactly the painting I wanted to paint with the day I could. See here. ) But this Thursday, they were painting a peacock, and I really wanted to do it. I called and begged. They let me use my groupon. (Ok, I really didn't have to beg too much.)
Class started at 6:30, which I thought would be good since I got out of work about 5:00. But then it was 5:30. And usually, traffic isn't that bad going north at night, but maybe I just don't go THAT north. Because it was terrible. And I got lost and was 5 minutes late. I called Jonmark on the way there crying (not literally) that I was starving and to PLEASE bring me some food. You are actually supposed to bring your own food and drinks. Most people just bring wine.  Jonmark suggested we get pizza delivered to class. I told him he was a genius. (He was running late, too. We met there. We had to.)
So, class was so fun.
We were basically so impressed with ourselves even though I had to tell myself to not get anxious by the abstract-ness of the feathers at the bottom. Seriously. I was so scared to ruin it :-) And, for full disclosure, they did have us trace the top half of the peacock body with a stencil. Even though, really, we had a demo and I'm pretty sure I could have done it just fine (we used a little charcoal pencil).

Jonmark putting on the finishing touches

Intermission

Jonmark was the one person who refused to use the stencil. Which is why his peacock stands a little straighter and looks a little fatter than mine. And even though girl peacocks are really brown and boring, we like to say his is the boy peacock and mine is the girl. My mom and brother can really not believe I painted this. And all Jonmark and I want to do is go back and paint every painting there. (It was so much fun!) ....Good times, noodle salad. 

My finished product

Cute & Happy Halloween

So this Halloween was fabulous. On Friday, I asked Jonmark to take me to the haunted corn maze.  I had never been to ANY corn maze somehow and I didn't want to go another  halloween without one. I had planned to go dressed up, but I couldn't find my costume stuff at the store (and I worked Fri AND Sat). It was late when I got off, and basically Jonmark told me to hurry up and get my butt to Glendale before we missed it completely. :-) (Nicely, of course)
One thing I learned from this corn maze: If you are going to traverse it in a wheelchair, you'd better have some pretty solid wheels. Adventure wheels. Or a wheelbarrow. Unfortunately, we did not have either one of these. But the people who built the corn maze were super sweet and basically helped push him over all the divots and craziness. They were really worried about me not being scared enough. I was worried that I could do a better job pushing :-) It was kind of scary, though, and beautiful at the same time. Maybe it's the Idaho in me, but I think I could have slept pretty peacefully in the middle of all that corn.

Saturday I got off work all ready to buy costumes, but I was exhausted. We knew what we were going to be, but I was still short a purple dress, a long wig, and a crown. And a cool belt for Jonmark. I went to one store and found some cool shoe covers that looked like boots, but I couldn't find anything else. When I called Jonmark, he said, "Christin, go to sleep. You are going to be exhausted. Give me a list of what to get." Now. Trusting a boy to find your Rapunzel/Tangled costume is a very tricky situation that involves a little more trust than I usually have. But I had no choice. He was right. I was sooo tired. He told me to sleep until 5. He showed up at my house at 5:15 with a perfect purple dress, the perfect wig, and a sparkly little crown. He looked adorable in his vest and henley and boots and belt. He was the perfect Flynn Ryder. (We didn't think about how awesome a frying pan and a fake bruise would have been until later...maybe next year!) We made a quick stop at the Dollar Store for a plastic frog and to JoAnn's for velcro circles so I could stick him on my shoulder. Then we headed out to a fabulous dinner that we waited too long for, and to 2 parties. It was fun to dance and to see everyone's costume, and mostly fun to be dressed up together. Excellent halloween. 

AUSTIN! Late nights with Suzette

So on Saturday night, Byron dropped me off with Suzette for some quality catching up time. And that's exactly what we did. Sometimes we just get too busy with life, and telephone calls weren't cutting it. And late night talks were long overdue. I think we were up until about 2am both nights just talking and talking. And remembering how amazing it is to be friends with someone for twenty (holy cow) years.
It was so fun to stay with her and Jon. They recently bought a sweet 70's house that they are remodeling and I spent (maybe too much) time admiring their taste and their decorating decisions :-) - You can see them here. Suzette made us awesome pork tacos on Sunday. And then John made us popcorn and their weekly "cheese and chips" snack. I naively thought that meant tostitoes with shredded cheese melted on top. No no. It's potato chips with a chunk of cheese in between. Jon is demonstrating here: 
We also spent some time wandering downtown Austin and seeing cute shops.

Our last stop was Shipley's donuts on Monday morning. I hadn't thought we would have a chance, but luckily we were able to stop on our way to the airport. And Julia (our other friend from junior high) lives right across the street. And she was already there getting donuts for work!! Perfection.  (They really are the best donuts on earth. And I may have made myself a little sick on them.) But when you get a chance for Shipley's for the first time in 13 years, you take it.

It was such a fast little weekend, but it was so good to get away and re-connect with these people who I love so much. Thanks for everything!!

AUSTIN!- Byron & the Race

Mid-Race. I was a little less tired. Then again, I ran for 5 hours less....

 The weekend of the 22nd, I got to go to Austin to visit 2 amazing friends. I haven't been there since 2006.
I met Byron at a wedding in 2002 (you can go here to refresh your memory) and I've been friends with Suzette for 22 years now! We met when I first moved to Texas.
So I went down to run part of a marathon with Byron. He had asked if I could come about 4 months ago. I, of course, was worried. I may work out a lot, but I'm not exactly a runner. I told him I would run the last 5 miles with him. I started training a little bit, and the other day I called him and said, "Hey! I ran 5 miles- it took me about an hour. I'll try to keep it up." At that point, he basically said, "Christin, stop training. I run a 15 minute mile- and it will be slower by that point." So I decided I would walk the last 9 miles with him and stop training. :-)
It was so wonderful to see him and his family again. His boys have grown up so much and they were so cute and funny. I loved hearing, "Miss Christin! Miss Christin!" Zion always wanted to help with everything and is so animated in the way he talks. I was cracking up the whole weekend. His oldest is Phoenix and he is just such a cool 6 year old. There's definitely a grown up in there. And Exodus is a little too small to comprehend all the excitement, but he is such a sweetheart.

Yes, I am holding a 4 year old and a 2 year old

I flew in on Friday afternoon. Byron and I's first stop was to Mighty Fine for a delicious cheeseburger and a strawberry lemonade milkshake. mmmm...so healthy. haha. Then we drove home, took showers, and went to pick up the race packet and some power gels. That night we met Suzette and her husband Jon at Chez Zee for dinner. It was so fun to just sit around and talk with everyone. I couldn't believe that I was sitting there with these two friends and their spouses and it was just kind of magical. (Maybe it was the Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling...). Anyways, we all agreed the food was good, but not amazing. What WAS amazing was the chocolate pumpkin cheesecake I devoured, the gooey chocolatey thing Tara had, and the Lemon Rosemary cake Suzette and Jon shared. Next time I think we'll just go for desert. I couldn't believe how much I ate!

Chez Zee

That night I slept forever, to the concern of Byron's kids, who wondered when I was ever going to wake up. I had only slept for 3 hours the night before, so I didn't get up until almost 11, right when Byron was ready for me to join him. I quickly got up and got ready and his wife Tara drove me out to the race. He was doing awesome- I started at mile 17. I walked while he ran and we talked constantly for 2 and a half hours. The scenery was beautiful, and I love to just see how green everything was. We even saw some Longhorns and a deer! He finished the race at 7hr and 17 minutes. The sheer endurance to keep that up is beyond me and I was so soo impressed. He may have teared up a little at the end, and his family was all there to meet him at the finish line. So fun!
Afterwards, we showered and went to get massages and then stopped at Rudy's barbeque for the 2nd most amazing barbeque in the world. Amazing creamed corn. Delicious ribs and brisket.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm...!

Reward time. mmmm.....

I definitely felt like I was back in Texas- and I loved every second of it.

Zion, my little buddy

Tara, Byron, & Me

Sometimes it's the Little Things

So one of the most shocking things about my job is the level of respect it seems to entail. It's kind of fun to be so new and yet still so....listened to.
Jonmark was shocked that I have my own Medical Assistant. It kind of shocks me, too, but, then again, I don't know what I would do without her.
But my favorite important moment happened about 2 weeks ago. I wanted to use Gentian violet on some patients for chronic yeast and bacterial vaginosis. We had studied it in school, and I had seen a specialist use it, but apparently no one at our office uses it.
I thought to myself how annoying it was going to be to try to sort through the red tape, justify why I needed it, get a protocol, blah blah blah....and was kind of upset that I wouldn't get to use it.
I mentioned that I wanted it to one of the Medical Assitants. She told me to write it on a post-it and she would give it to the girl who does ordering and see what she said. I thought I would never hear another word about it. Instead, less than 24 hours later, sitting directly on my desk, was this:

Guess who loves that.

p.s. I work with super sweet people who not only answer all my million questions and obligingly check my microscope slides, they also ask me questions about the things I know, and that is so cool to me.
p.s.2. At my office you can go online to rate your visit. I've had some so sweet reviews. And one person said, "I loved my NP. It felt like she was my friend...." And that was the best review ever.

Life in the Speculum World

So apparently not everyone has really caught on to what I do for a living. Case in point, I went to Austin to visit Suzette & Byron the other day and at one point Byron stops me in mid-sentence. "Hold on," he says. "Let me get this straight. You stare at coochie all day long?!" I laughed hysterically. And yes, that's pretty much exactly what I do. Because, let me tell you something. There is a lot of craziness going on down there and most girls in the world have no idea what that is. So because I LOVE to talk about that kind of stuff, that's what I do.
So far, it's been pretty stinking amazing.
The first day, I called my mom at lunch and screamed into the phone, "I LOVE MY JOB!!!"
I had taken care of 3 girls with PCOS who had been so frustrated about their weight and we had good long talks about insulin resistance and why you should eat 2 eggs a day and it was LOVELY. And I felt like I was saving the world.
The second half of the day felt like I had way too much to learn. About how to take out IUD's that don't want to come out and how to dose Clomid and WHEN to give CLOMID and WHY on earth a 22 year old feels so bloated.
And that's about how it's been since then. Half of the time I'm floating on air because I feel like I'm this sweet listening ear who can fix everything and the other half I'm either buried in one of my 7 trusty books looking up which antibiotic is best for an infected c-section wound in a breastfeeding mom or running down the hall to ask someone what possible causes for "significant free fluid" in a teenage uterus might be. (Menstrual fluid, that's what. And I ended up coming up with that one on my own.)
I've prescribed more Augmentin for ear infections than I ever thought I would. What's with pregnant women and ear infections anyways?
Just today I finally printed up some patient education sheets because I'm already bored with my sad 3 little tips on how to prevent yeast infection and UTI. I also e-mailed a naturopath 'cause I'm sick of getting asked what herbs to use for random stuff when I have no idea. I'm working on a good PCOS packet. And I'm perfecting my charting with "pertinent negatives," which I, BTW HATE. But I got called out on it yesterday. Freaking Monday. (It's good, though, actually. I'm constantly thinking of one or two questions I should have asked. This helps. Lots.)
I'm learning to not love Mondays. Or at least yesterday. Exhaustingly fun weekends=exhaustingly tired Mondays. I'm kind of becoming a morning person. Which only means that I don't usually want to cry at 7 am. I still get mad when I get tired at 9pm (and I'm sorry to all the friends who I have made fun of for that. For years.). I still love 1am. It's my favorite time of day. If I'm awake.
I run errands on my lunch break and I seem to go to work ALL THE TIME (vs 3 days a week...)
oohhh...and I have clothes. Awesome clothes. I realized early on that this year I have bought a bazillion clothes. Casual ones. Which meant I had no professional ones. Like at all. So in the course of a week, I hit up Nordstrom Rack, Kohl's, Macy's, Dillard's (awesome clearance sale), and Express (for the one place that makes pants I don't have to hem). And I got the cutest shirts and pants ever.
I hit up Shade for ivory and fawn shirts.
I went to an alterations place for basically the first time ever and got each and every pair of pants I should have had hemmed 3 years ago hemmed. They all fit awesome.
And, for my crowning professional moment, I bought Kate Spade shoes. Like turquoise ones. Turquoise ones that I spent 6 months talking myself into buying. I love them. I think the whole office has a little crush on them. And they make me feel so cool and yet so professional at the same time. heehee. Love them.