Today's highlight of the day was discovering the plushie stomach models that the Prevacid people had brought, and being told to take one home. "Take a couple. They're annoying." So I did. Plushie stomach!
Also saw a list of things, which I am not going to enumerate now, as it is almost 1 AM and I have been playing DDR (and getting better!) and typing up that miserably long journal entry. There'll probably be an addendum to it, if we finish blue-booking in time for me to write one. Things to write about (bother me for these!)
Name that rash, with Dr. MD. And today's follow-up: What the hell is that rash?
Metatarsus Adductus, and the baby foot reflex. A point of congratulation.
J, who has chronic sterile osteomyelitis and a $4,000 bill from the Mayo Clinic thanks to her insurance. (research note: Look up SAPHO syndrome).
The poor kid with anismus.
The little girl I saw the other day with bilateral colobomata who was, unusually, exceptionally bright.
Tomorrow, I have the day off. Am considering drenching the bottoms of the couch with insect killer, so as to root out any spiders that might be lingering therein. They seem to follow the couch. Am also going to take Quinby to fill out job applications, go to Curves, and do my newborn sepsis paper, my neonatal bacteremia paper, and my pretest for ACLS. Oh, and work on the living/dining room. And buy my mom a power supply and a video card that isn't a Banshee. And catch up on my stories.
I'm going to be busy on my day off.
Wednesday, I go to Indianapolis. Thursday and Friday, I learn to Save Lives. This makes me more useful than when I could just Write Journal Entries and Diagnose Ear Infections. I like to be useful.
And then the Gathering. Which, quite simply put, is a bunch of total strangers coming to our house to eat junk food, play games (LAN and console), and have a generally good time. I'm in a tizzy about this; I want the house to look clean and nice, and I know the guys won't care, and I know on Monday I have to leave for Indy for the winter. Inpatient Peds-Surgery-OB-Surgical Specialty. It's going to be long. I'm dreading it. I don't want to leave my Angel alone.
It's late. It's very late. And if I want to Get Things Done on my Day Off, I had best Get Going. Sleep first. Sleep in, even, maybe.