Sunday, January 26, 2014


For the kind thoughts.

I'm typing this one-handed, so it'll be short. Ortho found a fixable mess in the shoulder, something no amount of PT would have fixed. So it looks like I made a good choice.

Back on the Percocet diet - haven't had much to eat since before surgery because of nausea. I'm still amazed at how much ortho surgery hurts!

Decided that my plan to return to work Monday was a wee bit optimistic. Just like everyone told me it would be. I'm surprised that my office manager hasn't tried to strangle me yet.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Life goes on...

And I'm a hot mess. Literally. My mom is getting very ill, I'm spending most weekends in my hometown. She can't be left alone and is refusing assisted living. We've cobbled together a group of people to help. Fortunately, both of us married local boys, so our extended in-law families are pitching in. Cousins, aunts/uncles, and our MIL/FILs. We're lucky to have that support.

My hometown airport is so small, there are no bathrooms past security. And no food. There is a pop vending machine - Grumpy would hate it because it was Pepsi. I signed up for United FF miles, since they're the only ones who fly into this airport.

I feel bad for my sister, her husband has H1N1 and has been hospitalized. She's a little stressed.

Viral gastroenteritis is a lousy way to lose holiday weight.

My shoulder's getting worse, not better. I went back to operating. It's not a good thing. I can't manipulate the fucking overlight lights in the OR. Vaginal surgery, my specialty, makes everything worse. The 2 D&Cs I did last week damn near killed me - had to go home and ice it and pop pain meds. A D&C!

Surgery is scheduled for next week. And then off for "at least 6 weeks". No surgeries, no deliveries, but I talked ortho into letting do paps in the office. DH will kill me if I don't obey ortho. So I'm looking at conferences to go to, figure I might as well get in my CME. One partner is pissed about needing to pick up a couple of extra calls. So help me god, I may strangle her. Especially since she took a 4 MONTH maternity leave last year. I wonder if she has realized that she'll be picking up extra call when another one of us goes on maternity leave this summer? I'm cranky enough not to point that out just yet.

Vicodin doesn't take away the pain, it just makes you high so that you don't care.

I'm in the middle of contract renewal. I actively avoid dealing with administrators on a regular basis. It's just better that way. But my jaw hit the floor yesterday (in a good way) when I heard the offer. I'm not used to that. My husband & I have a theory that only psychopaths go into administration. It seems to be true in healthcare and he says it's true in academia.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014


I didn't need a yodeling demo in the middle of your pap.

That was interesting.