September 8th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

Noon conference...

Got up today, O Best Beloved, and lingered a bit too long on the snooze. Was ten minutes or so late. But nobody saw me sneak in and I rounded on my patient before asking about new arrivals. " Pick up a few patients, if you want." Well, it was more like a suggestion that I take on helping out with two of three asthmatics. I should have gone over asthma. But I muddled through, somehow. Presented one of the kids, let the intern present the other. JL made me do hers, silly resident. It was a most interesting case, though. The thing we're wondering about this 14 year old asthmatic girl is if her psych history might make her a patient with vocal cord paralysis and not true asthma after all. A most interesting question.
It was almost as interesting as the question we were presented in morning report. The baby with a ringworm-style rash, oral ulcers, and dry cough who's been like this since a few days after birth. Peds derm says neonatal lupus has a very rare incidence of oral ulcers, but there she was.
Noon lecture is on nutrition. Important Fact: Progestemil Formula tastes extremely bad, according to Dr. G. Bad enough to gag a maggot. Try to avoid it.
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    Dr. G's lecture
Nescafe rabbit

ARGH!

I hate electronics.
Got home. Angel was mowing the lawn, so I went and holed up in my room (still no working repeater) and did my admit H&P from this afternoon while listening to Chicago. Fixed Meeta's PDA. Felt accomplished (it was only 8!) so I tried a few more things with the repeater.
Dlink had better fucking well get back in touch with me soon. E-mail support should at least give the courtesy of a "we got your e-mail" e-mail, right? Tomorrow, if I have still heard nothing, I will re-send. And make a fucking pest of myself. There's a good place in my room to work - but I have to choose between talking to Angel and doing work...and Angel wins every fucking time.

I feel like crying. I'm so frustrated. And after a day that (despite the disappointment of learning that yes, indeed, I am supposed to work one day of two per weekend) was pretty damn decent.
I walked 5.3 miles today, according to the Avandia pedometer. Go me. Maybe I will make headway on my bra size, currently a catalogue-only 40H by the most recent measurements.
I am going to get my Nelson's, and read about stridor and asthma. Right now. Because I have to know for tomorrow.

...after I talk to Angel, and quit flipping out.
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