Beauty

She was average looking, a teen with the usual acne. Glasses and the perpetual teen sneer.

She was also wildly noncompliant, so I barely knew her when she came in to the hospital to have her baby. I walked into the room and she broke down into the deep, soul-heaving sobs that racked every inch of her being. She is adopting out. Alone and scared, she has realized that she cannot be a parent at this time.

I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful woman than at that time.

Small town, part lost count

Yes, it's a small town. Delivered one woman today. I used to (in my old practice) work with her aunt, who texted me a photo of her holding the new baby.

There's just a lot of interconnections within this town and I'm starting to weave myself within them. We went out to eat tonight and I saw 5 patients while out. I've had 3 of my daughter's teachers as patients. My two best friends are my patients.

And that's part of being a small town doc.

Remember the small town paper?

Lead sentence in the local police report (copied and pasted directly from the paper's site):



Police were dispatched to a domestic situation involving a naked city couple arguing over "stupid stuff" inside a South Main Street residence Monday.


*snort*

FYI

Grocery shopping on Super Bowl Sunday is a bad idea.

I didn't know it was SBS...usually I go on Fridays but I was bust on Friday and snowed in yesterday.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

I hate SNOW!!!!!

4 foot drifts in our driveway. I slept at the hospital last night after being called in for a potential transport.

Got home this morning after a delivery (glad I stayed overnight!) to find hubby working to clear the driveway. Between the two of us armed with a snowblower and a shovel it still took over an hour to clear the driveway enough for me to get to the garage. My upper back and arms are hurting from the workout.

The neighbor's yard still has grass visible. Stupid wind gusts.

First rule of surgery

Is to never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever say that "I'm due for a bad case soon, since I've had only good ones lately."

Just don't.

It's a baaaaaaaaaad idea.

I am such a brat

So we have some new (as in fresh out of school) nurses training on L&D. One of them had my laboring gal yesterday.

My patient had a few decels during placement of the epidural, but nothing worrisome. The newbie came out and showed me the strip on the monitor. She then proceeded to stay there and chart something on paper...the monitor is still showing my patient's strip. All of a sudden I shout "Oh, my god, look at the decel!" and jump up. (the strip looks fine, I'm just messing with her)

Newbie's head jerks up, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights. I bust up laughing.

The other nurses are cracking up.

I am a brat. And proud of it.

Probably not the best idea in the world...

To jump out of moving car while pregnant just because you're fighting with your baby daddy.

I'm just saying...