Monday, April 7, 2008

Changes

So life is changing quite a bit. Therefore, my blog is changing. From now on, I'll probably be talking more about me and my life outside of men I'm dating. After the revelation I had in my last entry, I think it will be good for me to explore myself. MMM? That sounds like a line from the Vagina Monologues.

This past weekend I went to a school friend's house to watch UNC against Kansas. She's a cool friend. We joke about everything. I would never have thought she would be my friend. We had the OB/GYN rotation together and she would say things that got on my nerves. So I didn't think we'd be too cool. But during our Surgery rotation we were the only two 3rd years and the only two in our apartment, so we bonded and became friends. She's a funny gal. It seems she always gets into these predicaments. Once she had a patient that was in bad condition and needed a line placed. None of the residents were jumping to do it and she got worried, so she called the helicopter EMTs. The helicopter team arrived to the room, but were very confused as to why they were called. Basically she over stepped her boundaries and the attending told her to take the rest of the day off. When she told me this story I was thinking why the hell would you call the medevac's to help a patient in the hospital. But I soon learned she was full of these types of stories and she often did off the wall stuff like that. Otherwise she's really smart and dependable on the job. So I'll call her Lucy, after the Lucille Ball character.

The Surgery rotation was full of hilarity. We had one intern who was basically a country bumpkin and a little slow. He was always getting yelled at. Another intern, also a farm boy, was very conceited. I was on call with him once and he gathered up all the female nursing students to watch him put a catheter in a vein in a man's thigh. The vein started bleeding uncontrollable until there was a pool of blood forming on the sterile sheet laying over his legs. A few of the students walked out as the small procedure became a bloody mess of a mishap. His little scheme failed. I just had to shake my head. Lucy and I laughed about it later.

Also during this rotation, I had a crush on one of the attendings. He was a 50 something Persian man, tall, olive skin, dark curly hair, so very attractive. He had an english accent and a breathy deep voice. I've loved english accents ever since Craig David came out with "Fill Me In" in 2000. He could be a bit abrassive though with his comments. He pretty much told Lucy and I we were fat in so few words, otherwise he was really nice and I was always happy to see him. When he would lecture us I would just smile at him as he talked. I couldn't help it. I'm sure he knew how I felt. Once I came to watch one of his surgeries. It was a small procedure and I really couldn't get close enough to see anything, so he told me to go see another surgery. I felt a little rejected, but about 15 minutes later he showed up in this other surgery and I was happy to see him. Even though his presence there had nothing to do with me, I'd like to think he wanted to make up for kicking me out of his operating room!

Updates on men:
Flip: I've been avoiding his phone calls. Sad. I know. But I just can't do it. I can't say it. "I've found someone else." So lame am I.
Undercover: He stopped calling a long time ago. But still, I should have said something. Email is too lame, but maybe I should just do it. What difference does it make? Honestly, who cares? He got what he wanted. But he seemed pretty lonely til I showed up. He even commented that he's just too nice of a guy and that's why he's single. But then again he's not that nice, cause he tried to choke me to death and maybe that's why he's single. Maybe that's what I'll say in the email. "That erotic asphyxiation shit freaks me out, so I found someone else." mmmm...still lame. So...I'll think about it. By the time I decide, maybe he won't care anymore.

Well BeJay are definitely married. I think she has a baby on the way. I don't know. I could be wrong, but their wedding should have been the wedding of the century not some little quiet, secret ceremony in an apartment. Whatev... i'll probably end up doing the same and have everyone mad at me. I don't know. I've always imagined a big wedding, but I don't think I could handle the stress of it all. Everyone will want to have their say, pressuring me to do it this way or that way. I'd almost rather go to the justice of the peace and then go home and start making babies. Then show up to the family reunion pregnant with my husband no one's even heard of, let alone met. How exciting would that be?

1 comment:

  1. I think you rock! I wish i could juggle all these boys. I can barely keep up with myself. I must delve into this blog!

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