jcd1013: (misc - embraced by print)
In the midst of the gigantic pity party and sobfest that I held yesterday (being post-call really sucks when you're trying to control your emotions), I opened my front door to find a big box with a quilt inside, sewn and quilted by my mom, my aunts and my grandma.

I love you too. Thank you. *hugs*
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Hi family members!

Welcome to my blog! I think some of you have been reading this for a while now (and not commenting), but if not, glad to have you around. I've kept an online journal for the past 4 years, so if you are interested, there's plenty of old archives to waste your time reading.

I am curious, of who exactly is reading my journal. So, family, friends, countrymen singe men, wanna just click on that little link that says "free your tongue" and tell me who you are. Consider this your guestbook. :)


Jan. 7th, 2008 11:04 pm
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Yes, yes, I realize that it's been 3 weeks since I posted. The rumors about my death were sadly true and this is just a puppet Julia posting to get sympathy and cookies. And lots and lots of attention. :) Did it work?

I have tons to write about, for posterity's sake, about my fabulous vacation. Two weeks was almost enough to make me feel human and carefree and young again, and therefore was too short. I managed to see most of my family and friends (missed the medical school gang, though. *pout*) and spend as much time with my grandparents as possible, because I realized that they are getting older and I'm really far away. All in all, it was a really busy 14 days, and even with the constant hammering on the new roof and the just above freezing weather in Phoenix, well worth the time away from the cold of the Midwest.

However, a picture is worth a thousand words (although I'm not so great at taking pictures of people. Scenery that stays still, yes, people, no, so I'll let these go for 500), so in leiu of words, may I present:


(I just realized that I didn't get pictures of my sister Laura or my new brother in law. Whoops. Sorry, Lars.)

in trouble

Aug. 7th, 2007 12:25 am
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I called up my sister to wish her a happy birthday. I had left a message on her blog, that linked to my other medical blog (which I rarely update), which she brought up. Somehow, I mentioned that that blog wasn't my real blog.


Now, she's begging for the address, and soon my whole family will be over here. Which I mind and don't mind at the same time.Opening the blog up to the Plethora was the first hard step, so I've gotten used to having RL friends reading. But, I don't know, it's so hard exposing myself. I mean, I still have never directed Chris to my blog. He knows about it, and I know that [livejournal.com profile] claidheamhmor and [livejournal.com profile] melancthe had told him that he needed to start a blog and get into the LJ thing, but I'm not sure if he ever read mine.Of course, now he's too busy to browse the internet, so I can talk all kinds of smack about him. And I'm afraid that it would stilt my carefree writings having family here and I'd slowly drift away from LJ. It's nice to have a place where I write without thinking how it's going to be interpreted.

So of course, this means it's poll time.
poll time )

ah, family

Jul. 2nd, 2007 11:17 pm
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My brother-in-law suffered a spontaneous pneumothorax (collapsed lung) this week. He's fine, just has a nice chest tube sticking out. The funny part? My sister didn't tell me (okay, this is my sister, who didn't tell me she was dating someone. To be fair, I was the first to hear about the engagment, but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised). Apparently, I won't have to worry about needing to give too much medical advice to family members. :)

My family (sans Laura and Josh) will be coming out and visiting me in about a week. I'm so excited. Not only do I get to show off my place and my home (and boy do I have a ton to do before they get here!!), but I get a week of vacation. We're going to go up north, around Minnesota and Michigan and maybe catch some of Canada in those few days and I'm so excited to get away from the city. In my heart of hearts, I belong in the rural, backwoods country, where there isn't more than a dozen people around me. The influence of living in a town of 250 in the formative years. :)

And I am now officially a Resident, a PGY2. Snap. Just like that. Things aren't really that different. I have an intern, who's much like a medical student at this point, and there's a fellow (a freshly graduated resident who I worked with on call a few times last year). As always, freak out was a little overwrought. But that's nothing new. It still has the potential of being very scary in the future, when I won't have a fellow backing me up, but it'll be a little bit of time before I have to face that.
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I'm having one of those pathetic days, where I feel gloom and depressed and completely alone. It's not like things have been difficult right now... Work wise, things are going well, easy schedule (well, I start jeopardy call in the morning, so things at least have the potential of becoming more hairy), and I'm enjoying working with my colleagues. Even the resident that I've despised is more tolerable now and we've actually had one or two pleasant conversations. (It's all a facade, but whatever).

But then I come home, and while I enjoy living alone, right now, I feel lonely. One of the good friends that I've made here moved to Utah this week for her residency, and because of an alarm clock fluke, I didn't get to say a proper goodbye. Two of my co-interns in Neurology are leaving, one because he got married to a girl who refused to move, the other because of health concerns, and they're my buddies. I just found out about one of them this week and since he's ignoring my phone calls/emails, well... You all know how much I despise change, and to be confronted with all of this at the same time, I guess it's no surprise that all I've wanted to do is crawl into bed and stay there.

We won't even mention the loathing/disgust/longing mix that's associated with the few potential boys in my life. I'm too bitter right now.

I have 3 posts about my sister's wedding started, that I've never finished. Maybe tomorrow...
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It has been one hard week.

My trip to Ireland just about fell through. I found out on Monday that I had been scheduled for jeopardy call (meaning that if someone called in sick or had another type of emergency, I would be pulled from my regular rotation to cover) smack dab in the middle of my vacation.... See, my vacation was scheduled a year ago, for the last week of May. When Chris and I started discussing meeting up at the end of his travels, we decided that it would be best for all involved if it was the first week of May, instead of the last. Since I knew I was going to be on Neurology that month, I discussed it with my Neuro program director, he said that would be no problem, and I made the switch, contacted my clinic, found someone to cover my phone calls, etc. It wasn't until about a month later that it dawned on me that I should ask Internal Medicine's permission as well, because of the possibility of being pulled for jeopardy. I had already purchased my ticket by that point, so I meekly emailed them, told them what I had done and stated that I would be willing to do jeopardy any other time that month (except Laura's wedding. I also didn't exactly ask for their permission on that either....) and didn't hear back from them. Not a word. I assumed, naively, I guess, that it meant that they had no problem.

Until of course, I opened up that schedule. I pretty much haven't eaten all of this week, I've been absolutely sick with how I was going to fix this and dreading the repercussions when I told them that I was NOT going to be canceling my vacation over this.

Luckily, I received another email today, switching my week of Jeopardy call to the end of the month. It does mean that I won't be able to go down to see Susan and her baby that weekend as planned, but we arranged things so I'll be going down for a shorter time this weekend.

Oh the joys of being in two programs at once! I'm still rather upset that I found out a week before about the scheduling conflict, when it states in the official policy that you'll know your jeopardy schedule several months in advance. Even if I had had just a month, I could have at least not felt quite so pressured to get it resolved now. I'm still somewhat on edge, waiting for someone to say "no" and mess it up again.

I went shopping for a skirt for Laura's wedding today. Apparently spring is the wrong time to find a plain black skirt. Add to the shopping joy that instead of losing weight like I had hoped over the last two months, I've gained at least 10 pounds since November and weigh the most I ever have and jumped up yet another size. I did find some cute shirts that made me feel a little better about myself, but ugh.

Vienna Teng's coming to concert in Chicago tomorrow. I had actually asked a boy to go with me... and he turned me down (had a good excuse, true). It's okay. The relationship with him has been turning into exactly every other relationship I have with men: friends only. I'm just frustrated, frustrated that I am close to 30 and still playing the dating games of a 16 year old.

I had decided to go by myself anyway, to treat myself after this week... only to find out, as I clicked to buy tickets that it's sold out. I could do the 10 o'clock show, but then I wouldn't be back to Milwaukee until 3 in the morning... not good. So much for that.

Chris got back from his "bush adventures" across the southern part of Africa today and is now in Johannesburg. And I haven't heard from him yet. *chews lip in worry* I'm sure he's fine (I wouldn't worry if it had been any other week, but sad to say, I do get a tad superstitious once in a while). Hopefully, he'll be meeting up with [livejournal.com profile] claidheamhmor and [livejournal.com profile] melancthe in the next couple of days. I do hope that it all comes together and you have a lot of fun!

Anyway, must to bed. Another exciting day awaits me. *sigh*
jcd1013: (Everwood-Perfect day Hannah by me)
The year of 2006 is now dead, settled into his grave, as the New Year now takes over reign. But, as is my nature, I could hardly let him go without a eulogy.

Highlights, month by month (with pictures! Lots and lots and lots of pictures) )

The New Year started much as the last one faded away... with going to working and being at the hospital. Cardiology wards--promises to be even more fun and stress.

A Happy New Year to all of my friends. I am so eternally grateful that you have decided to share your lives with me. With your friendship, your love and support, I am enriched and blessed.


ETA: Don't ask me why some of the pictures are different sizes. I didn't do it! And if you're reading this and are one of the featured, and don't want to be, let me know. I'm sure I can dig up lots of monkeys and baboons to use instead. (j/k).
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Dear LJ

I am really, really getting tired of losing my pretty layout and settings. Sure it comes back eventually, but there's a reason that I pay to have my pretty Anne picture as a header and the soft blues and greens that go so well together, because I like them better.

Fix it. I don't care how. Or I will be making demands for repayment.

No love,


Dear CW network

You are morons. I hope you go bankrupted in two months. I will not be watching.

No love,


Dear Everwood

Can it be? You and I only have two more weeks together? *mourns* I shall miss you with your warm humor and delightful characters. However, may I offer one bit of advice? Perhaps if you didn't have a cancer scare, a subdural hematoma that required surgical intervention (although injured!Bright was adorable), and a heart attack in one episode, we might be having a longer relationship together? Much as I love you, that was a little over the top. And I DON'T want to be crying at the finale, so everybody had better be alive and off to happy-ever-after-land, you got it?

Much love,

From [livejournal.com profile] juno_magic:

Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most (actually these will just be the 10 pleasures that strike me right now).

(I decided to forego the 6 facts about me, because I've been plugging away on the "100 random facts about me" meme that went around months ago and I don't think I could come up with 106 different things about me!)

The simple pleasures (in good ol' Late Show countdown fashion) )

I'm doing much better today than yesterday. Yesterday was spent in tears (my contacts were well moisturized), and while there's still this ache around my heart that clenches tightly whenever I remember, things continue on much as they did before. Things will be okay. I have survived long-distance friendships; some (like Sam and I) actually grew stronger and thrived through the distance.

Thank you sooo much, all of you, for the congratulations. I've been too busy to properly acknowledge them (besides graduation, I've had a wedding to go to and 60+ surveys to do data entry for), but they warmed my heart and made me giddy. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that I have just gained two initials (or a new salutary address). Four years seemed like plenty of time to learn everything that I needed to now--now, I wish that med school was really 8 years long!

Graduation was a lovely affair, a truly fitting end to the four years of schooling.

Graduation details - cut to be nice )

All in all, it was a wonderful day, just the graduation celebration that I was wanting and needing. I did feel bad for the other people who graduated from the School of Medicine--those with their MPH or PhDs in oncology--they were very much overlooked in the ceremony.
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Sometimes, you just need a moment to remember who you are... who you were...

I just got back from my grandparent's. Their house hasn't changed much--books are still piled all over, mixed with my grandmother's knitting and writing projects, and Grandpa's newspapers. The "willow" tree out front, where we cousins used to dress up and play "Little House on the Prairie" (I was Ma, 'cause I was the oldest. And my sister Laura was usually Laura, even though she was the youngest.) is larger now--we could no longer use the split in the trunk as a table. But there are still cats prowling around and apples in the orchard and swallow nests on the front porch.

Magic still lingers there.

My grandparents are getting old now. Late 70s with white hair and ill health. But Grandpa is already getting his snowmobile ready, at just the mention of an early winter. And Grandma has so many projects that I think she keeps to defend herself against death--she can't go until it's organized for her posterity.

I spent three days talking with my grandma about politics and religion, family and ancestors, art and poetry. We talked a lot about writing. I confessed that I still write when I can (although I don't think she understood what fanfiction was).

Grandma writes--essays, short stories and poetry. It's her poetry that I like the most.


I've been bitten with the poetry bug... I've never really written much--mostly because I don't think of myself as the lyrical type (and no, we're not talking rhyming) and I think all that I have in me is trite... But I think I just might try.

[livejournal.com profile] fileg, at one time, you mentioned starting a LJ community like your "verse and adversity" forum at HASA. Would you still be willing to do it? I never was as active in V&A as I wanted, but I did learn some invaluable lessons on how to tackle poetry, and I would love to see something like that here on LJ.

I have two whole weeks off! Whee! I haven't had more than a weekend since July. I already feel less sleep-deprived. I have lofty goals (such as cleaning my house... Hate it, but it's gotta be done!) and a beautiful week to do it in.

Chris called me as soon as I got home. It's nice to know I was missed. :)
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Parents were here. My great uncle died (I barely know him; we stayed once at his house when I was about 8) and they were in town to go to the funeral. Went out to dinner with them, where my mom reminded me that it was my dad's birthday--two days ago!

I am slime.
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