August 26th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

I HAVE A PLUSHIE STOMACH!!!!!

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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.
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Nescafe rabbit

Bad kitty. Lazy kitty.

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Was added as a friend by somebodies, which bewildered me no end. So I didn't add them back, because while I am arrogant and self-serving enough to think that everyone in the whole world should find me fascinating, even when I'm a lazy kitten and don't tell my stories for days on end (inpatient peds is next; may be interesting indeed)...I don't find the whole world fascinating just by virtue of them being there. So I waited. And I peeked at it today, and I saw how all the entries were made of sentences from other people's journals...and then I cheated and looked at the memories and it was revealed to me that somebodies is somebody. And he makes his entries by hand, not harvesting in an automated manner, and he reads them. Permanent accounts, because we represent a "core" of LJ somehow. Even, I suppose, people like me who are willing to pay just because my vanity demands I post an obscene amount...
And I was enthralled. What a fascinating idea. What a way to drain my free time into oblivion, reading more journals. I'm such a voyeuristic addict.

It's 12:40 and I haven't done anything on my list except read the Neonatal Bilious Vomiting case study (I want more of them!) and sitting on my ass. But I did get the case study done. You know what would be fun? Fun would be to do case studies in an LJ. Hmm.

I suppose first on my list, thought, is to go out and (1) pay my library fines (2) get my oil changed (3) go job-hunting with Quinby (4) go to the IPFW bookstore with Quinby (5) get Mom her stuff she needs, like a 300W power supply instead of a 180W. Then see what time it is, and go from there. Will throw Curves clothes in the car.

All right. It's 1:20. I'm going.
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