This Could Be

It's 9:18 a.m., and I'm pooped.  Days like today are frustrating: it can be nice to have down time, but there is so much that I need and want to do outside of work.  The fact that I actually have time to write this at work is a testament to how weird today is.  I'm pretty sure this is a rare occurrence (it certainly hasn't happened to me before, and I have been here for three months), and it is most likely connected to the fact that nobody (not even doctors!) wants to work on a holiday weekend.  Unfortunately, I'm stuck here because I need a pay check.  Grrrr.

I'm back in the Neuro room today, which is fine, except that we have one little case (that cancelled yesterday, and may very well do a repeat performance today) that doesn't start until 11:15 a.m.  I should be doing something more productive, like observing in Dental or helping turn over rooms, but this week has been killer.  I'm just exhausted.  At least my head is feeling better.

Speaking of . . . I'm not sure I wrote about my head injury.  I posted a couple of things on facebook, but I should really write it here, too.  It was a couple of weeks ago--the last time I was in the Neuro room, in fact.  We were doing some VP shunt revisions, and I was all set up and ready to go, but the circulator and the surgeon needed a few more minutes to get our patient ready.  I didn't want to break scrub, so I thought I'd sit for a couple of minutes.  I went to sit on a rolling stool, but either I missed it or someone kicked it out from underneath me (probably the former).  I fell to the floor and hit the back of my head on either the wheel post or the Gaymar machine.  I hopped up pretty quickly, and the nurse gave me an ice pack and I felt okay.  I went to the Employee Health nurse, who had me fill out some paperwork, then I had to go back downstairs to get it signed and take it back upstairs to her.  By the time I went back upstairs, I started feeling really tired and a little bit dizzy.  So she sent me to WorkMed (a worker's comp outpatient clinic; the same place I went for my nose last year).  I drove there, which probably wasn't the wisest thing I have done of late.  The doc checked me out and said I was probably okay, but she didn't want me to work or drive for a few days.  That sucked, but it was for a good reason.  As long as I didn't move too much or too quickly, I felt pretty good.  But then I'd start trying to get things done, and I'd start feeling dizzy again.  It took a good week to feel like things had gotten back into place.

Well, things just got exciting, and I may have a little more to do now.  Yay.

You've Got to Get Yourself Together

I was driving home from Peggy's house tonight and I thought of several things I wanted to post on my blog.  Now I can't remember any of them.

I have been going to Peggy's house on the last Tuesday of every month for a scrapbooking night.  I have been fairly productive there; it's nice to have a time set aside to work on projects, to sit around and gab with friends, etc.  I enjoy it, and I look forward to it.  I need some good social time, and I always appreciate being able to talk with Peggy.  I love that girl.

Today Allen told me that his work will be going to a 24/7 service, so he might be able to work evenings now.  That would mean that I could work at Riverton full-time!  Yay!  I left them a message today telling them that I would be available if they wanted me.  If I hear anything back, I'll let you know.  I really do like it there; when I'm there, I feel the way I expected to feel when I started at Primary's.  I like Primary's, I like the people and the variety and such, but I love Riverton.  It fits me.  Since I realized that I will probably be working forever anyway, I might as well find someplace where I enjoy what I do.


I'm so sad about Bono.  I was seriously stoked for the concert on June 3rd, but it has now been postponed to sometime in 2011.  I paid a lot of money for my ticket, and I'm not sure what to do.  I could get a refund, though we have been told to hold on to them, as they will be honored at the rescheduled date.  At this point, we don't even know if they will be able to tour.  Bow-wow.

I need to go to bed . . . getting up at 4:45a.m. isn't my favorite, but it must be done.  Okay, okay, that's allegedly when my first alarm goes off, and I may or may not snooze until 5:15.  It seems I am stuck in a moment and I can't get out of it.

I Want the Best of Both Worlds

I worked at Riverton Hospital today.  Technically it's the Primary Children's Outpatient Center attached to Riverton Hospital.  And you know what?
I loved it.
It seems to be the best of both worlds there . . . both worlds being the things I miss about IMC and the things I like about Primary Children's.  They only have three (!) operating rooms, and apparently they are usually finished with their schedule by about 1pm.  That's one of very few negatives about the situation, but I think I'll try to go out there as often as I can.
I'm going back again tomorrow, so we'll see.

I'm just trying to be happy

Today was a good day too.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had been assigned to an ortho room.  This is supposed to be my Neuro week of orientation, which is fine, but I am realizing that I am much happier doing ortho than any other specialty in the O.R.  It helps that I was with Dr. Klatt, who is just fabulous.  I hope they will put me on the team!

So life is okay for the moment.  I have had a few rough days lately . . . kind-of a roller-coaster, but more lows than highs.  I'm trying to get things under control; it's tough when you feel like your life is going nowhere.  I'm actually doing fairly well; there is a light at the end of the tunnel financially, but it's still a good way off.  I should be able to finish paying off my credit card debts in the next few months.  It has been really hard paying out so much money every month, especially now with gas getting to be so expensive and paying daycare and not making evening differential . . . things are really tight.  We'll get through it somehow.

I also found out that my friend Allison has been released as our Primary President.  She is pregnant with twins, so it's a good thing for her.  It just stinks for me.  We have been in this ward for only a year and a half, and I am now on my third Primary President.  Only two of the teachers have been in Primary longer than I have, which makes me feel OLD.  I don't like that feeling.

We went to Logan last weekend for Ella's birthday party.  It was a fun time, and Beck did a good job putting it all together.  I'm bummed I didn't get to see Iron Man 2, but c'est la vie.    I can't believe my Ella-Boo is 6!  She's getting so big!  Here are some of my favorite pics from last Saturday.

Here's the birthday girl.

This is Noah flying high on the swings.

My Lily-Bug.

We tried to get the grandchildren together for a decent picture together, but Mia was having a serious meltdown (girlfriend needs her naps!).  Chaston and Aneesa were there too.  Good times.

This was the best we could do; they are all there, but there weren't many smiles.  Oh well.

Today is a Good Day

Some quick pictures of today. Congratulations, Sarah. We are so proud.

Erase and Rewind

I have had several blog posts planned out in my head for a while now, but I haven't had energy or motivation to do it.  It has been a pretty rough few weeks . . . it seems that I say that all the time now.  I'm just trying to get through every day.  I am feeling somewhat better, and my labs came back normal.  It seems crazy, but sometimes I want something to be wrong to justify how crappy I have felt.  Nope.  It must all be in my head.


One thing that has made it tough has been that my favorite radio station has been restructured.  One day, out of the blue, no more DJs.  Total programming change.  They kept some of the music, but added a lot of crap.  That has been seriously depressing for me--The End (107.5 then 101.9) has provided the soundtrack to my life for the past 12 years, and although I don't know Chunga personally, he has been my radio buddy and provided many a laugh for me during that time.  It's like an old friend abandoned me.  There is another station that has undergone restructuring as well, and the music is very similar to that of The End.  I'm hoping that my friends will resurface there, but it's still not the same.


I need to go to bed, since I have to work in the morning.  I'll try to write something more tomorrow, but no guarantees.