jcd1013: (XF - Scully whoa)
A few months ago, when Milwaukee weather had performed its usual trick of warming up to 35 degree thereby melting and then snowing 6-10 inches that evening, I came home from work and ... slid into my garage doorway, knocking off my side-view mirror (me and my garage do not get along very well, as the scrape along my front headlines will attest). *sigh*

Anyway, having learned from previous experience (*ahem*) that the mirror can be replaced by taking apart the car door, rather than going to an auto shop, I purchased the part and today, in a misguided effort to flirt (um, I don't seem to be learning from those past experiences), persuaded my friend to assist me in installing it. I went over to his apartment and we took apart the car door in his parking lot (where I discovered that it's a freaking small world after all). He had to pick up a friend, I got into my car, attempted to roll the window back up... and it wouldn't move more than halfway. I fussed with it a bit but couldn't figure out my screwdriver (it's one of those that ratchets around and switches directions and I couldn't figure it out how). By then my friend had long left, so I drove home, found other screwdriver and took apart my door, took off the mirror, found the problem and fixed it and then reassembled the door, after figuring out how the screwdriver works as well. Yay for me!

I had to get it fixed today because tomorrow, I'm driving down to Urbana Illinois to spend a couple of days with Susan and her family. I'm so excited! It's a long drive, however, and I'm already exhausted today from being post call and not getting a chance to nap (laundry and dishes and chatting on the phone), so I'm headed to bed soon. I live such an exciting life.

I finished another month of rotations this morning. It was a busy call, we capped (admitted the maximum # of patients) by 4:30 yesterday, so the rest of the day was spent tucking everybody in and checking on my interns. I got to "talk" to the Pleth during our monthly book club meeting, which was lovely. And then I got sleep. I like sleep.

Overall, it was good month. I learned to trust my instincts and training. I learned how to be a "hands off" resident, which after my month in February where I fretted over my interns all of the time was something that I needed to perfect. I gave a kickbutt presentation on examining comatose patients and didn't even let the fact that my pictures didn't load stop me (I just pointed at the blue screen and said "here you would have seen a picture of me and my giraffe friend, Daisy. We were so close, that here in this next picture, you would have seen me make out with Daisy", etc. I amuse myself). I had fun complaining about our lack of responsibility (which was frustrating at the same time as being enjoyable) with the other residents, who are some of my favoritest people ever. I liked my interns and medical students and more importantly, I liked working with them because they were competent and diligent and made my life easier. I enjoy every afternoon that I had off, basking in the sun (and snow) and catching up on some little things that I needed to do (haven't gotten to the taxes yet. Must do taxes on Monday!!).

I'm always a little sad at the end of a month, even during the hardest and most exhausting, because I hate leaving the people behind. And it is harder when I'm changing from the internal medicine department to neurology as I am this month... not just because I'll be going from being the senior and being semi-in-charge to the "junior" resident (intern-in-everything-but-name) and taking orders and writing daily notes and long H&Ps and all of the scut work, but also because neurology is ten times harder than medicine and I've gotten used to sleeping on call, having only one pager that I have to answer, etc. *sigh* It'll be a long 3-6 months, but it'll be good for me. I hope.

seriously

Nov. 8th, 2007 11:02 pm
jcd1013: (M*A*S*H - party)
Life has been super busy and super boring. I think it's all because super cute intern has moved on to greener pastures and I'm mourning. :( While it may not have been true love, it was definitely TrueLust and made the entire month survivable and entertaining. The intern who replaced him is a girl and therefore not interesting.

CuteIntern's facebook profile reads this: "Custom has made dancing sometimes necessary for a young man; therefore mind it while you learn it, that you may learn to do it well, and not be ridiculous, though in a ridiculous act." Soulmates. Srsly. (Or not).

In more news, I have not talked to DateBoy since said date. I'm thinking about calling DateBoy and inviting him to my house for Thanksgiving dinner, which may be the most forward thing I've ever done. Or not, because I keep changing my mind.

I've put on weight this month because of all of the stress. And the easily available candy at the nurses station. I haven't worked out in a month. So much for the plan to be down ten pounds for Christmas, so I could finally, finally have a vacation without my mother mentioning how unhealthy I look.

I've had some very difficult patients that I've had to deal with that have sucked compassion out of me. I've realized that I hate treating migraines. But to make up for it, I've had 3 of the loveliest patients, including two who have made a romantic out of me again, because they (and their spouses) have proved that true love really exists.

My next day off is Thanksgiving, which happens to be my birthday. I haven't had a day off since the 28th of last month. I get four days off in a row to make up for it. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to come back.

I've been on call every Tuesday except one since the last week in September. Tuesday is clinic day, which means I have to see all of my patients before 8. Since I really shouldn't be in before 7 (therefore, having enough time to go to noon conference the next day and not break the ACGME 30 hour rules), it makes the morning incredibly hectic. What makes them even more fun: all of those Tuesdays, except for one, my team has been post call. So I have to hurry through clinic (where I always get behind), race through lunch, so that I can go upstairs and admit the 3 ER patients, learn about the NICU transfers, follow up on the stuff that the other intern wasn't able to complete, write my own patient notes that I didn't get to do in the morning, discharge the half dozen patients of the intern's (because my patients are all rocks which I collect) and then start getting pages every 30 seconds on 3 different pagers. Yeah, I loathe Tuesdays. Only a year left of clinic!

The best part: I'm still on call every Tuesday until the middle of December. And every weekend except Thanksgiving.

I'm still trying to remember why I loved neurology. I think I need to see David Renner when I go home so that I can be reminded. It's probably pathetic that when prospective interns come and interview here, I end up gushing about Utah more than the program here.

Susan and Bobby and Allison are coming for Thanksgiving. I'll be cooking something delicious, I hope. Should I ask DateBoy or is that really weird? I think I need more furniture if I do.

I spent the evening reading old Gilmore Girls fanfiction. Mostly general stuff, featuring townies, and it made me realize once again what a brilliant, wonderful show it once was.

I'm going to the opera next week with two of my girlfriends, Kristen and Erika. The Merry Widow. I was very excited when I first heard about it, because from the radio ads, it sounded like it was the translation that I fell in love with in high school. Alas, my sleuthing has proven that it is not so (although I think it'll be better than the San Francisco version), but I'm still ecstatic about it. I'm dressing up. I can't wait.

I'm also having a painting party involving my living room next week as well right before the opera. Need to clean the place before before then, I think. And I need to buy paint. And moth balls.

I'm totally addicted to this blog and have wasted away more of my evening reading her archives and laughing so hard I almost started vomiting.

I'm going to be 29 in 2 weeks. And I think that's enough to stop any more random musings.
jcd1013: (Cute Knut)
Time arrived: 8:45.
Baby awake and crying. Parents frazzled, as had 4 hours of sleep night before.
Time baby sound asleep, in her crib, no longer needing rocking: 9:30.
Has baby woken up since? NOPE. :D

My job here is finished.
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.

*hugs*

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).
jcd1013: (Heigh Ho by liminalliz)
I think only doing one post a month like my last would be a good idea. That was hard work! But I am trying to get more into the creative writing again, and one of the books that I was reading suggested making your journal entries into stories. And I'm always amazed at the bloggers who manage to do just that (check out Barbados Butterfly, a surgical registrar from Australia as she tells the story of her early days in the residency. I wish I could write like that.)

My vacation has been wonderful so far. Alas, I am already halfway through my 9 days off, and I hate seeing the moments of time creep away. My best friend, Susan and her husband came and visited me over the weekend and we had so much fun. I showed off my little city, which they liked far more than Chicago (score for me!), and promised to come back and visit soon. We visited a bakery, which promised an elaborate tour and consisted of standing outside of a window, while a woman described what went on inside. It lasted 5 minutes. We also visited the Jelly Belly factory, which turned out to not so much be a factory, but a warehouse. The tour consisted of riding a train around the perimeter of the warehouse and watching a video. Even the promised giant jelly belly beans and the animated dancing jelly belly were less than advertised, and by that point, I was willing to accept mediocrity. But I did walk out with pounds of Jelly Flops, which made it all worth it.

It was wonderful being around Susan again. Since she moved to Illinois, our visits have been much more infrequent, and I have feared that the distance and time would have weakened our friendship (I keep meaning to do a longer post about me and my history to illuminate some of the reasons for my insecurities. Maybe that will become my next journal entry essay), but that hasn't been the case. We manage to pick up right where we left off. We've both changed in the years--I've known her for nine years now, but we're still as close. And it's taken a few years, but her husband and I are pretty good friends now, too. :)

I've missed her a lot today.

Today, I just lounged. I need to do laundry and dishes now and actually pack. Bah.

Tomorrow, I'm headed to Pennsylvania for the wedding of another best friend, Sam. I actually get to play bridesmaid--all of my other friends have married sans bridesmaids. *pout* I'm so excited. (The dress, btw, came back from the tailor. While it still isn't perfect, it at least fits (mostly). Now to get the shawl to behave!) Quite a few of my wonderful friends will be there, Brooke, Liz, Laura, and it promises to be just like old times, before the boyfriends and husbands and children. I can't wait!

And Monday, bright and early, I'll return to work. I'm excited to be back to the NICU for one last week, but I can't say that I've missed it at all this week. Maybe if the vacation had been longer...
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Oh, the Comfort
The Inexpressible comfort of feeling
Safe with a person
Having neither to Weight Thoughts not Measure Words
But pouring them all right out
Just as they are
Certain that a faithful hand will take and
Sift them
And with a Breath of Kindness
Blow the rest Away

~Dinah M. Craik~


To get ready for the family invasion that will happen tomorrow, I've been trying to clean my apartment, which as always has turned into a massive project, since I'm trying to make it a "packing adventure" as well. It's ugly and painful and I don't know when I'm going to get it all done.

I've been going through all of my papers, which since I'm a pack rat is basically everything except for school notes since college--bills, bills, random reminders, med school orientation stuff. Most of it is junk (I've already filled three garbage bags of just paper), but there have been some forgotten gems that I've lingered over.

The best part is that I've discovered all of the letters and cards and wedding announcements sent to me over the years. Mission letters from AnnaJune, Michelle and Liz. Random letters that Sam would write when she was bored in her law school classes, decorated with whatever doodles came to her mind. The exchanges back and forth by Susan and I during church, written on whatever scraps of paper we could locate (we were so bad!). The emails between Chris and I on our different trips--he in Ghana, me in Guatemala, me in Africa. Cards and postcards for every occasion from Donna. The epistles (in every sense of the word) from Brooke, detailing in old-fashioned prose the adventures of her life.

When my best friend Susan got married four and a half years ago, I went through a similar period as what I'm feeling now. We had been best friends since starting college, and had been roommates for just a few months--the same time frame that she had been dating her future husband. That summer, our friendship suffered. I've never spent so much time in tears. Every evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I would sit on my porch and cry for my loss. I was feeling neglected and lonely and completely at loss as to how our friendship would survive. One day, about six weeks prior to the wedding, I came home discouraged, opened up the door to my room and found myself in a white cloud. Susan had taken all of her left over wedding invitations and had hung them up all over our room, so that they brushed my cheek and hair as I walked in. It was a cheesy gesture (I'm sure you're all groaning), but it meant the world to me, to know that she truly loved me. Today, I found all of the invitations and the string that I had saved from that day, with scraps from her wedding dress, and those memories came flooding back.

It put last night into perspective. Because while I fret and worry and dread the upcoming changes, I am surrounded by people who love me, who have been my faithful friends for many a year, whose love and affection will be with me always. There will be people that tomorrow will be the last that I ever see them and that will be okay, but there will be many more who somehow will remain an indelible part of my life and whose warmth and love I will never forget.

When I get into the pits of despair again, as I am sure that although I am resolved now to remember and focus on the happiness in my life, I will likely sink into the "woe is me" attitude again, perhaps this will be reminder of how blessed I truly am.

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Jan. 17th, 2005 11:22 pm
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Am back. Am tired. And cranky. Don't like airports. Will write more later after blessed sleep.

Love. Peace. Happiness
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AM CURRENTLY ON VACATION IN ILLINOIS STOP IN GOOD HEALTH AND SPIRITS STOP HAVE SEEN MANY STATUES OF LINCOLN STOP INDIANA IS CENTER OF UNIVERSE STOP AMISH COUNTRY NOT PARTICULARLY INTERESTING IN JANUARY STOP HUGS TO ALL INTERNET FRIENDS STOP MISS YOU STOP WILL WRITE MORE IN FUTURE STOP

LOVE ALWAYS JULIA STOP







:) *hugs*
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I've been planning a trip out to visit my best friend in the first weeks of January. I have a little bit of a break and I haven't seen her in a year...

After two weeks of trying to buy the tickets, having them magically disappear when I pressed the "purchase" button--then the price going up, and my other friend deciding that I had to come and visit her too--I bought the tickets yesterday--

--Only to have my friend write me today and tell me that the day I had picked to fly out was the one day she couldn't pick me up.

Screwed.

I called and cancelled the tickets. They'll apply them to future travel, and since I'll be applying to residencies next year, I'll be sure to use them. But they're charging me a $100 dollars for the change.

I'm positively sick to my stomach right now.

I bought new tickets, will be flying out a day earlier, for about the same price as original (huh, that wasn't there yesterday!). It messes up plans with the other friend a little bit, but I'm resilient and I'll figure something out.

I hope.
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I think I've lost the ability to breath.

Erik's engaged.

Even writing the words hurts more than it should, and I can't look at them again. I'm just sitting here, blinded by my eternal patheticness.

I don't know even how to explain how I feel. I shouldn't feel so strongly. I haven't seen him for two years and I haven't been in love with him for a while now. I finally grew past that. I'm not good at letting go, but Erik I've never wanted to let go, not completely.

He was my first crush, my first love. I fell for him in the eighth grade because he went to Norway and came back and had all of these exciting stories. He was cute, he was funny, he was super nice to me, treated me as a friend, and I adored him. I knew his strengths, his weaknesses and I loved everything about him. I truly did. Everyone I've ever met has been compared to him and has fallen short. I've nursed so many fantasies that I knew were pathetic but I couldn't help myself.

I don't know him anymore, it's true... Our lives have diverged and I don't know if he laughs the same way anymore. But the thing was, he doesn't know me either, and I'm so different from how I was in high school. I guess a part of me has just always hoped that one day, one day, things would finally align and he would finally see me. That although we had diverged and changed since high school, it would really be what brought us together. I've always felt, deep inside and I've never been able to get rid of it, that he was "the one." And when he didn't get married, when he didn't date anyone, I saw that as confirmation.

And now he'll be married in a month.

Part of me is angry too, that once again, love has passed me by, and I am still alone. He's getting married and he still lives in my home town where there is nobody and yet, he's managed to find someone. And I can't even get a casual date.

It's just adding to this feeling that I've been drowning in recently. I haven't talked for three months to the woman I've considered my best friend of seven years. She and her husband came to visit family over the Fourth of July and she didn't even called me. I've called her several times and she's never returned my phone calls. How do I not take that personally? My friendship with Liz has turned so superficial since she moved out. And Chris... we're going to be on completely different rotations starting tomorrow for the entire year. How long is it going to take before he's a mere shadow in my life? I'm scared that I'm losing everybody, that everything that I've loved is just delusion. That everything that I've felt has just been me, and that people were just putting up with me until they could find an excuse to leave.

I hate feeling pathetic.
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This is probably silly of me...

I was just thinking about my journal and the online friends that I have and it struck me... Most of you, I have no idea what you look like! It is strange, how the internet works, how we make close relationships, where we can talk about our interests in common and life in general, and yet we have no face to put to this other person on the other end. What does it do to our relationships? Are we more open with the faceless? With no fear of recognizing this other person in the real world, I can see how that might be true. Are we afraid that we will have to change our labels of people once we have a face? That they might not be the image of who we imagined them to be? I don't know.

And then I wondered if you wondered what I looked like too.. So, silly me, I posted a few pics on the web for your viewing pleasure. I'm making this a friends' only entry, hopefully to keep out the weirdo stalkers... Both of the pics are now a few years old. I have a bad habit of never finishing a roll of film. I wear contacts more now and less makeup...

Julia
-- My best friend was getting married, and I was feeling left out (yeah, the whole thing was hard on me) so the two of us went out and took "pseudo-engagement" photos of the two of us. to celebrate the event and our friendship. Blame the fuzzy pic on her fiancé.. he took them

Jules
-- Um, yeah. Not the most flattering pic of me, but it's not like this is a dating thing or anything. It makes me laugh.

And if any of you are brave or willing, I'd love to see what you look like too... You can send pics directly to me at jcd1013@dsdf.org. I promise I won't use them as blackmail. :)
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