So Ryan went and made a liar out of me.
As of right now, he's still critical but hanging in. They're trying a few new things with him.
He isn't well. I'm not sure he ever will be, but he's better than he was.
I will see him when I go home.
On a lighter note, yes, I AM GOING HOME!!!!
Friday, to be exact. I'm mostly packed now except for actually zipping up the suitcases. And yes, I did say "suitcases" plural. How else could I pack for an entire month? My underwear alone takes up one whole weekend-size bag. The shoes alone require their own large duffel!
but I'm sad to be leaving this rotation that I have enjoyed so much. Psychiatry has been so fascinating to me, I am really torn on where I want to go with my life now.
But one thing I am not torn on.....that I want Roger to be a part of it for-ev-er.
giggle snort
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
December 3, 2007 7:46pm
I am love, love, loving my psychiatry rotation! There are two docs who are fighting over which one gets to have me for the next two weeks. Yay! I feel special!
I'm learning a lot. I'm fascinated by my patients.
And I even get to meet famous people from time to time. Well, at least people who believe they are famous people.
The only part I don't like is that I wish that truly crazy people (like those who think they are someone they are not, or those who like to walk around naked and urinate on the floor) were stupid. It seems that despite their very abnormal thought processes, they are of normal if not above average intelligence.
It would be less tragic if they had zero potential outside of the institution. College students, law students, nurses, teachers, and even doctors have made it into our hallowed halls. Some will recover and go back to their normal lives, but many won't. Many never had a *normal* life because they are so disabled by their problems.
On a happier note...
Roger and I decided to hold a New Year's Eve party. Just a gathering of friends at my place. Lots of good food, plenty of wine, good conversation. It will be fun! spend the night if you wish! The festivities begin at 8:00pm. Naked Twister should start around 8:15.
I'm learning a lot. I'm fascinated by my patients.
And I even get to meet famous people from time to time. Well, at least people who believe they are famous people.
The only part I don't like is that I wish that truly crazy people (like those who think they are someone they are not, or those who like to walk around naked and urinate on the floor) were stupid. It seems that despite their very abnormal thought processes, they are of normal if not above average intelligence.
It would be less tragic if they had zero potential outside of the institution. College students, law students, nurses, teachers, and even doctors have made it into our hallowed halls. Some will recover and go back to their normal lives, but many won't. Many never had a *normal* life because they are so disabled by their problems.
On a happier note...
Roger and I decided to hold a New Year's Eve party. Just a gathering of friends at my place. Lots of good food, plenty of wine, good conversation. It will be fun! spend the night if you wish! The festivities begin at 8:00pm. Naked Twister should start around 8:15.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
December 2, 2007 3:15pm
Christmas is quickly approaching. This is my absolute favorite time of year. I love shopping for gifts, planning menus, decorating, etc.
My mother, on the other hand, finds it all to be a chore. That is why she wrote her own Christmas carol, sun to the tune of O Tannenbaum:
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
Why do you always shit on me?
The balls all fall, the lights don't work
You make me feel
Just like a jerk
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
Why do you always shit on me?
Festive, ain't it?
I recently posted about my strange family and their reaction to my Christmas Eve celebration last year. Well, I'm a glutton for punishment so I'm doing it again this year. I have everyone's little gift prepared now. I have a menu prepared and ran it past mom (who always loves anything I make) and emailed it to my aunt, though she hasn't written me back yet with any comments/complaints. Not that I'd listen anyway.
Our Christmas Eve dinner is meatless. There are multiple courses and I am determined to slow it down this year so it isn't so rushed this year. Humans are not meant to eat that that speed. If we're going to do it quickly, might as well throw everything into one big dog bowl and even skip the utensils.
1st course: Picked herring and rye bread (an acquired taste, i know, but it's a tradition)
2nd: Saurkraut soup with mushrooms
3rd: Egg noodles with dried fruit compote
4th: ginger-poached salmon with endive and swordfish steaks with caper butter (mom already made the comment of "just two choices"- yes because I'm not a fucking short order cook!)
potato-cheese pierogis
peas with tomato sauce
green beans with parsley and pine nuts
5th: profiteroles with ice cream and choice of chocolate or raspberry sauce
Christmas Day will be a smaller crowd, but I'm making:
Prime rib with horseradish crust
Scalloped potatoes with Asiago cheese
Roasted Cauliflower with capers
Red lettuce salad with champagne vinegarette
coconut-sweet potato cheesecake for dessert (yes, just one choice...don't like it, don't eat it).
I'm excited about doing all of this, but am dreading the comments.
Last year I made a rack of lamb for Christmas. It looked absolutely perfect and tasted even better. Of course, I had to hear things like, "Oh, you like that kind of thing?" and "since when do we eat lamb in this family?" and my favorite, "I think I should've run to McDonalds before coming here."
Because I'm a masochist, I also decided to have everyone over for New Year's Day. for that gathering, I'm planning to make:
Roasted asparagus with parmesan, proscuitto and poached eggs
Orzo salad
Apple tart
and a gigantic thermos of hot buttered rum because I'm going to need something to keep from becoming homicidal after 3 days of various unnecessary comments.
I'm really liking the idea I had months ago to just crush xanax into everyone's food.
I hear that there's a hell of a snowstorm in NJ. We just have rain down here in WV, though. I wish it would snow. I love snow. I love sitting inside with hot chocolate and reading a good book. Or even better, sitting on the porch on my swing with a huge blanket, watching the snow.
Sigh.
My mother, on the other hand, finds it all to be a chore. That is why she wrote her own Christmas carol, sun to the tune of O Tannenbaum:
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
Why do you always shit on me?
The balls all fall, the lights don't work
You make me feel
Just like a jerk
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
Why do you always shit on me?
Festive, ain't it?
I recently posted about my strange family and their reaction to my Christmas Eve celebration last year. Well, I'm a glutton for punishment so I'm doing it again this year. I have everyone's little gift prepared now. I have a menu prepared and ran it past mom (who always loves anything I make) and emailed it to my aunt, though she hasn't written me back yet with any comments/complaints. Not that I'd listen anyway.
Our Christmas Eve dinner is meatless. There are multiple courses and I am determined to slow it down this year so it isn't so rushed this year. Humans are not meant to eat that that speed. If we're going to do it quickly, might as well throw everything into one big dog bowl and even skip the utensils.
1st course: Picked herring and rye bread (an acquired taste, i know, but it's a tradition)
2nd: Saurkraut soup with mushrooms
3rd: Egg noodles with dried fruit compote
4th: ginger-poached salmon with endive and swordfish steaks with caper butter (mom already made the comment of "just two choices"- yes because I'm not a fucking short order cook!)
potato-cheese pierogis
peas with tomato sauce
green beans with parsley and pine nuts
5th: profiteroles with ice cream and choice of chocolate or raspberry sauce
Christmas Day will be a smaller crowd, but I'm making:
Prime rib with horseradish crust
Scalloped potatoes with Asiago cheese
Roasted Cauliflower with capers
Red lettuce salad with champagne vinegarette
coconut-sweet potato cheesecake for dessert (yes, just one choice...don't like it, don't eat it).
I'm excited about doing all of this, but am dreading the comments.
Last year I made a rack of lamb for Christmas. It looked absolutely perfect and tasted even better. Of course, I had to hear things like, "Oh, you like that kind of thing?" and "since when do we eat lamb in this family?" and my favorite, "I think I should've run to McDonalds before coming here."
Because I'm a masochist, I also decided to have everyone over for New Year's Day. for that gathering, I'm planning to make:
Roasted asparagus with parmesan, proscuitto and poached eggs
Orzo salad
Apple tart
and a gigantic thermos of hot buttered rum because I'm going to need something to keep from becoming homicidal after 3 days of various unnecessary comments.
I'm really liking the idea I had months ago to just crush xanax into everyone's food.
I hear that there's a hell of a snowstorm in NJ. We just have rain down here in WV, though. I wish it would snow. I love snow. I love sitting inside with hot chocolate and reading a good book. Or even better, sitting on the porch on my swing with a huge blanket, watching the snow.
Sigh.
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