Another year...

School starts in a few hours. I now have a middle-schooler. I'm not old enough for that. My baby is in 2nd grade. HE'S not old enough for that!

Time is flying by.

High School Reunion

So where did all of these old, fat people come from?

Just asking...cuz I'm one of them. :(

School Supply Shopping

So it's that time of year again...where I open my never-ending wallet to buy stuff.

Get the lists. The usual suspects are on the second graders - crayons, pencils (yellow #2), scissors (WTF do they need to put scissors on the list every stinking year? Can't they just keep the one I got last year?), colored pencils, etc.

The sixth grader has a specific scientific calculator to buy. They also want pens and pencils (but don't specify the color of the pencils). We have pens up the wazoo here. For some reason, I have a ton of insulin pens - I like them because of the lanyard to carry it around my neck. I also have my special stash of Prometrium pens, which I DO NOT SHARE. I hate the drug, but these are fine, fine pens. I'm down to only a couple left of those pens. :(

So I tell the girl that I am not buying her pens. Gifted child that she is, she promptly asked "Why?"

"Have you SEEN our junk drawer? There are hundreds of pens in there!"

"Oh, yeah."

I promised not to send her to school with a Viagra pen.

And Grumpy - Staples.com has free shipping for orders over $45. It wasn't hard to hit that mark with my kids. No more craziness like last year! ;)

And still another FYI

Monistat does NOT come in cherry flavor.

Did it

Turned in a letter of resignation. I feel so much better. My husband is thrilled. The kids are happy that Mom will be home more.

Who knows when I'll work again?

Senior resident memories...

I had an awesome attending for my final year gyn-onc rotation. The man was an excellent doctor, surgeon, and all-around good guy.

So we were consulted at small hospital in suburban area of town affliated with big medical center for a pelvic mass. He took the phone call in the morning and we pulled up the films in the office. Yep, a big honkin' pelvic mass. Appropriate consult from admitting service.

I get sent over to SHISAOTAWBMC to do the H&P and get the paperwork done. Shit, she's had multiple laparatomies (double digits!) for Crohn's Disease. Her abdomen looks like a Munchhausen's patient. Our collective hearts sink.

Surgery get scheduled for the next day at 5 pm (Whisky Tango Foxtrot! I'm not on call that day...which means that on my rare non-call days, I'm going to be at the freaking hospital until god knows when doing the case!!!).

Make the midline incision. Concrete sub-cut tissue. Bowel, omentum, and fascia are all fused into one big fucking mess. After an hour of dissecting, I hear "I have no fucking idea what I'm looking at."

"That's NOT what I want to hear from you because I have NO FUCKING idea what I'm looking at, Sir!" I answer back. I'm one of his pets, so I can mouth off to him and not have my ass handed to me.

He smiled at me, and said "Well, the buck stops with me. Let's just go slow."

I got home after 11 that night. It ended up being a benign cystadenoma, but it was 15-20 cm in size IIRC.

Another FYI

1. Smoking a joint while driving into the hospital because you think you are in labor will not help with the contraction pain.

2. If you roll a joint in the hospital, you are probably well enough to be discharged.

Just FYI.

Smooches,
Your OB

I honestly think I'm cursed

So hubby & I are going out of town tomorrow as an anniversary getaway. Just got off the phone with Hotels.com - the hotel can't honor our reservation because it got flooded.

They were really good about rebooking a nearby place and giving us credits for future use.

My in-laws just arrived for babysitting duty. :)

Love you

13 years now...and you still aren't sick of me?

Happy anniversary, Sweetie.