A long weekend...
It has been one long weekend. It's not even a full moon.
My first patient went for a c-section after I pushed with her for 2 hours.
My second patient went for a c-section after we realized her baby was breech. I totally missed the breech part. I just went ahead and got her an epidural.
My third patient did not go for a c-section, but screamed the house down when delivering, then her baby didn't breathe for 4 minutes after being born. The baby's ok though.
I still have one more night......
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I've been tenderized
Yesterday was one of our secretaries' birthday. She's been so excited about it, and she's been telling everyone to go to her birthday party on Saturday, and so I figured, if there's anyone at a car dealership you should be nice to, it's a mechanic, someone in parts, the lot guy and the secretary. Not the manager. You can tell the manager off and nothing will change. If you are nice to the above mentioned people, your world will go round. I went over to the cupcake bakery next to the truck centre with one of the sales people and bought a cupcake. It's strange, I hadn't realized that cupcakes are now a gourmet bake item. There are wedding "cakes" made with cupcake towers, and custom frosting... The one I chose for myself was called "The Don" and it was a chocolate cake with Tiramisu buttercream frosting. Oh my gjaodjdpsadjlaksfdjkhfahaprghghgh (drools to the side of mouth). My next venture is the scarlett o hara, a red velvet cake with cream cheese icing. Each cupcake is $2.75 (expensive little buggers) but aughghghhg.... The walk there almost made me not feel bad that I was putting that much sugar in me. So we bought a cupcake, got a candle from the bakery, lit the candle at the service counter as to surprise her with our terrible rendition of Happy Birthday as we walked up from behind with a chocolate Diva. That's the name of the cake. It could not have been more perfect. Anyways, Happy 22nd birthday Steph.
As we were walking back from The Cupcake, I saw a newspaper box of the free newspaper 24. And to my surprise... I saw my boss! Brian! His mug graced the front of the magazine. It was not the most fabulous picture of him, but nonetheless, a cover picture.
I woke up this morning with a tickle in my throat. Actually it was more than a tickle, it was a full blown fit. I knew it. I have strep. So here I am, thinking oh crap. it's a sale weekend, which means the dealership is open untill 9:00pm and there are going to be a crap load of locates I need to do. I can't call in sick. I get to work, it just gets worse. It's gone into my glands in my throat. Oh crap. I tell my boss that I'm going home sick, I need to get to a doctor's office so I can get drugs so that I feel better by monday... oh monday. I'm going to be swamped with locates. I need anti-biotics fast. I can't go home when I'm in the middle of a task, which by the time I'm finished, it's 1:00pm. Didn't I say at 9:30am that I was going home? Well, my inability to go home before a task is done has made me go home at 6:00pm too frequently. I should get paid overtime. or I should bank it to vacation time. I'm at 2 days extra time right now.
My sinuses are 2x their normal size.
I think Stewie knows I'm sick. he's hiding.
I'm going to bed now. again. I just woke up from a 4 hour nap. I'm going down. Mmm... drugs....
Lessons learned
Mom and I went to the University today for lunch...and to get my hair cut. I decided to take her out for lunch before dropping her off at work to keep her mind off things today. You see, it's been 6 years since my aunt passed away, and today is a hard day to get through if you are my mom. So off to HUB we go and brave the 12:00 crowds to decide what to eat. Neither of us are hungry, really, so we split a Philly cheese steak sandwich from Bar Teca, and an A&W root beer.
No Edo this time (hi Jo!), but the line was long as always.
I contemplated on how things have changed in my life over the last 6 years. Sometimes you wonder if things have ever changed in my life when you read some pretty lame entries I have done, but whatever. So if I only have something lame to say that day....so be it. But it doesn't matter what I have to say sometimes, as long as I am living my life. I guess I started thinking while people-watching in HUB. It really didn't matter what has happened in my life. All that matters is how I feel I have lived. Could I have done something different? Sure. Have I "seized the day"? Most times. Have I learned anything? Of course. And not just edumacation learning like the people I watched bustling to their classes...but learning on how to live better. Anywho here's my list of things I have learned......
- Always take the opportunity to tell someone that you love them
- Hug often. You'll make someone's day
- Pet your dog or cat. It lowers your blood pressure.
- Listen to kids sing your childhood songs. It will put a smile on your face. (down by the bay/where the watermelons grow...)
- Watch little kids play hockey at every chance you get
- Watch the faces of moms and dads whose kids are playing hockey
- Indulge in your own personal spa.......aromatherapy hand lotion works wonders
- Have someone wash your hair
- Take a spontaneous trip somewhere....doesn't have to be exotic or expensive....just as long as it's out of the city. Take someone with you. Or go alone and relax.
- Listen to the birds sing. Appreciate the fact that you can hear...even if the birds are magpies and you are hearing them at 5:00am.
- Enjoy the sun. Wear sunscreen, drink plenty of water, and GO OUTSIDE
- Go barefoot. Experience the sand, grass, mud, warmed concrete, anything
- Cry. Crying cleanses the soul. You sleep way better after a good cry
- Sing out loud while driving...who cares if the person beside you thinks you are an idiot
- During a thunderstorm, sit by an open window, turn off everything, and listen. Then watch the rainbow being born
- Laugh. Laugh at everything...movies, cartoons, comics, yourself. Laughter really is the best medicine.
And the list can go on and on. I left one of the most important things until the end. Or at least I believe it is one of the most important. Who cares if you have laugh lines and crow's feet? It means that your heart is happy and you shared your laughter with others.
good eats, good sleep
Since we all had a bad week, my family decided to use our "free for 2" breakfast buffet coupon at the Lily Lake Resort in Legal, AB. Why not? So it was a bit of a drive from the south side...thanks PRi for coming along with your car.......and the drive was worth it. A bit expensive for the rest of us without a coupon at $25 each, but the food was fantastic. Sometimes when you need to unwind, a bit of a country drive and great food has tremendous healing powers.
It's all about the food.
After eating our fill, and a long drive back home in the sunshine, we were ready for bed. I suppose burning off all the calories we just ate would have been a better alternative, but I had to be home in time for my bed to arrive.
Yes, I got my new bed today!! :):) It was supposed to be here yesterday, but after phoning the Brick, I found out that they changed the delivery day without letting me know, and so therefore their policy of having to be home for the delivery of purchased items would have been thrown out the window. How are you supposed to know what day to stay home when they changed the delivery day without you knowing???
Anywho, instead of sleeping on my couch for another 4 days, my bed came today.
Yay me:)
My bed is huge! It practically reaches my hip!
Mmmmm.....sleep:)
Welcome back to the Internet
My computer decided to go wonky on me. For the past, oh I dunno, since the last post, I haven't been able to sign in on my wireless for some odd reason. Boy do I have some updating to do.
I am actively looking for a brother or sister for Stewie. A dog. I've been going to the Humane society, looking at dogs in the paper, looking for the perfect brother or sister for Stewie. Of course Stewie has veto power, so I take him along with me to see if he likes the dog. If not, sorry doggie. I met a dog that I saw in the paper, he's a shih-tzu/pomeranian mix and he's 5 months old. Stewie seemed to not like him all that much. In fact, he went and hid in my shirt. Again at the Spca, Stewie hid in my shirt when meeting a Collie. That and the Collie was barking at him. Stewie doesn't like loud noises. (Especially when I'm playing my flute.) I may be under the impression that Bear is the only brother for Stewie.
On the way back from the Spca, my mom wanted to go for dinner. It WAS 7:00pm and we had just gone straight from work to the Spca, so we wre hungry. My mom suggested Doan's, this nice little Vietnamese place downtown. On our way to the door, I passed by someone who looked vaguely familiar walking out the door. He looked at me as if I was vaguely familiar too. "PRi?" "Johann!" I didn't know he was back in town. I thought he was in Calgary. I then slapped him for not keeping in touch and then I let him slap me for not keeping in touch. my bad. It's hard to keep in touch when you don't have internet. Anyways, Johann, I miss you and we'll totally do something, you and MorPRi.
*grr*
I woke up mad at the world today. I don't know why. I am mad at everything and everybody for no real reason. I'm mad at my bank. I'm mad at Telus. I'm mad at Bear. I'm mad at Sobey's. I'm mad at Blogger for deleting my post before I could publish it. I'm mad at myself.
So much anger today. I don't understand.
I'm usually not like this. I try to avoid conflict (hello...I'm BLUE), so why the heck am I so angry at everything? I have a headache from furrowing my brows and grinding my teeth. And I didn't take an Advil or Aleve. Stupid.
I'm trying to clear out my room full of stuff so I have a place for my bed on Saturday (they better be delivering my bed on Saturday!!!), but I'm having trouble concentrating. I took stuff from one pile, divided it up into smaller piles in the attempt to organize myself, then took all the small piles and stuck them together to make one mega pile. Stupid. Now I am mad at the pile that doesn't seem to be getting any smaller.
Grr. I haven't been sleeping well lately, but I am usually just tired or exhausted.
| You Are 67% Burned Out |
You are very burned out.
You need a huge break from your responsibilities, starting as soon as possible.
And you need this time to reevaluate what you really want out of your life.
Because you're working hard and going no where... and that would burn anyone out! |
I thought I just returned from a vacation.
At peace with Comrie?
I did some shopping yesterday and today, and apart from the shopping I did in Vegas, I haven't been anywhere to buy anything for myself for a long time! Even in Vegas, I was more worried about getting something for Devin's birthday, rather than for myself.
But whatever. Shopping is good sometimes!
Yesterday I made it my mission to visit some stores for a new bed. I had been browsing (hence my earlier rant), but I really didn't find a bed that I liked. I went to the Brick hoping I would find something with their 50% off sales, and actually found a very comfortable, very affordable bed! I will finally have a "grown-up's bed", and I will have to find space in my tiny room to fit it. My old bed, which was a twin mattress, will go downstairs for now. Yay me! I was also impressed with the service, the prices, and the ease of purchasing my new bed at the Brick..kudos!
I went shopping today for another pillow and some bed sheets, as none of my twin bed sheets will fit my new bed.
While shopping, I got a phone call from my mom.......Jo's birthday present found its way to my house!!
Isn't he cute?! His name is Velcro. His favourite basketball team is the Chicago Bulls, and he is soft and cuddly:) Thanks Jo!
So anywho, along with my bed sheets and a new pillow, I braved South Edmonton Common and bought "Peter Pan". And "Con Air". Love that movie! A body fell from the sky! It had my name on it. Oh, and I also bought "Flight of the Navigator". Anyone remember that movie?? Classic Disney. I used to watch it all the time. That one, and "Mr. Boogedy" or "Bride of Boogedy" at Halloween. Boogedy boogedy boo! Just kidding!
Really peoples, I recommend them. Suspense, comedy, action/super action, and family fun.
go to the mattresses
No offence to any of you who work (or have worked) in commission-driven businesses, but why is it everytime I walk into a place to browse for something, the salespeople swarm to me and try to pressure me into buying things? I would much appreciate if you let me know your name and that you would be willing to help me if I had any questions.....but don't follow me around the store trying to get me to buy an item that I don't have the use or money for. That kind of sales technique will just drive me out of the store and cause me to avoid the store for future purchases. I worked for commission once, and know the pressure to meet a quota or at least a personal goal to have a decent paycheck that month. However, I found that people were more receptive to "help" rather than "hovering". I tried to explain to the salesperson who swarmed me today that I know where to find him if I need any help or questions or if I was actually going to buy what I was browsing for...but I also made it clear that I was just BROWSING!!! People are still allowed to do that every now and then, right? I had previously been pleased with the service I had receieved from the store, therefore it was one of my first choices for my browsing today.....and that was all I had intended to do. Now I am not sure if I want to return to the store for some purchasing instead of browsing.
Ok, I'm done ranting.
So PRi's staff party was fun on Saturday. I don't know what I did to help her, except that she was my ride home, so no drinky-drinky for Morgo or PRi, really.
Introducing: He-Hussy!
Congratulations Mayfield Toyota for being the number 1 Toyota dealership in the Prairie provinces and the number 2 retail vehicles Toyota dealership in Canada. To celebrate we had a "year-end" party at the Mayfield Dinner Theatre. Since we could bring a date, I brought Morgan, and good thing I did. I could have gotten into trouble without her there. The dinner buffet was good, of course all the cakes there were from Morgan's dad's work, so we opted for the other desserts. The play was good, Bridget Ryan from City TV had a part in it. Then the dance.Afterwards, the dealership rented out a ballroom for a social and dance. There's nothing funnier than car salesmen all in a room. Unless.... they're drunk. That's much funnier. There were Toyota Canada reps there, our owner and his family, and of course everyone who works at the dealership. There were a few people that after seeing their behaviour at the dance, I coined a few terms. To clarify "hussy" you add "she" and "he". Example: That She-hussy really does deserve that He-hussy. Or: That He-hussy was really drunk. True story. In fact, even worse, the He-hussy got me up to dance and He-Hussy's wondering hands were all over me... in front of everyone. And as I'm dancing with He-Hussy, he's so close and his head was in my neck, I'm making drinky drinky motions to Morgan and mouthing the words, "He's so drunk" She-hussy was wearing a ballgown and was all over every other salesman, and He-hussy was making friends with everyone with well, an XX chromosome. And then drunken truck guy says to me, "I'm really drunk, but after I pee, I'm going to dance with you. Okay? OKAY?" as he stumbles off. The last dance of the night, sure enough, drunken truck guy dances with me High-School-Dance style. He-Hussy dances with She-hussy, and drunken truck guy is holding me really really close. Like close enough that I could tell his Trailer Ball was looking for a 7-pin receiver. Or a 4 pin. I don't think his Trailer Ball was all that picky. To which I ended the dance with "See you Monday!"Monday. Oh crap. I hope everyone drank enough to not remember Saturday night.I hope Morgan had a good time 'cause I'm not going to forget this one for a while. I didn't drink nearly enough to handle all those Hussies. Oh great, I work with a bunch of hussies. She-hussies and He-hussies. See you Monday!P.S. Props to Mayfield Toyota Management who provided cab vouchers to all the drunken dealership employees. And there were a lot. Don't drink and sell cars!
No speaka de eeenglish!
After having 13 babies in 7 hours, I figured it was a good time for an abbreviated lunch. On my way back to the elevator with my beef and cheese wrap, I noticed someone in a brightly coloured flowered garment talking to another woman. It took me a moment to realize who the bright flowered woman was. And then I ran away. It was my grade 11 and 12 English teacher. Some of you may remember who that may have been, but I won't post any names here. Waaaa!!!
This particular English teacher would remain at her desk and try to teach Shakespeare by having the class listen to an audio tape of British actors reciting the play. This is why all I remember about Shakespeare is something about Desdemona's breasts. Don't even ask me about Edgar Allen Poe, because you won't understand my response.
Don't swim in the tarn, Roddy-boy!
Anywho, that gave me cause to run away fast, and hope she didn't recognize me. Probably not, as it was so many years ago, and I don't think she sees straight. Really. I kind of miss having a nonsense class that I could goof around in. Hmmm....
Things I miss about English class:
- Using class time to talk to my friends
- Using class time to count down minutes until band trips
- Making houses out of Lego
- Sock puppets
- Writing notes to friends
- Drawing "balloons" that were radioactive, pink, and gay
- Writing an essay about some story the night before it was due, and pass
- "Studying" for reading comprehension tests
- Stella!!!!
- Taking 5 classes to figure out what one paragraph of Poe meant, asking for more time to finish reading, and getting more time to finish a project
- Getting back September assignments AFTER writing the final exam in June
Devin is currently reading To Kill a Mockingbird. I have to say, I don't miss reading a book a million times and then analyzing said book. I read all my books a million times (they are well loved!) but it's just for fun. There is no analyzing. Good times.
