Sunday, July 29, 2007

Rockin Blogger


Jen from Jenster's Musings in her post "The Big Head" surprised me by nominating me for the Rockin Blogger award. Thank you for your kind words and yes Scrubs is hysterically funny! :)
Jen is the inspirational one -sharing her insights, faith and humor even amidst her personal trials of fighting cancer. Sometimes I wonder why I am blogging after I read Jen's and so many other excellent blogs out there and then I realize - for fun.. I blog for fun. I just enjoy it so much. Then I am continually surprised when I see that people do come in. :) Jen - I hope you and your friend get to Cape May soon - you will love it! (I look at the Cape May stripercam on my side bar everyday and get my beach fix! I was really excited when I saw the beach umbrellas going up and I can so imagine myself with family and friends being in the water!)

*** I have thoroughly enjoyed so many wonderful blogs that are out there (check out my sidebar blogroll) and it is hard to just pick 5 - so anyone feel free to pick this up if you like. Also, anyone I nominate - please don't feel obligated - just know I think you ROCK!!! :)

Fat Doctor - because if FD doesn't rock than no one does! She has a heartwarming, humorous and inspirational blog as she covers the medical field she works in, her family life and other daily events. She was the first blogger to welcome me to the blogosphere and the first blogging doctor to link to me. I will always be sentimental about FD and appreciative of her vote of confidence in my writing. After all - I only started my blog so I could comment on other blogs. Who knew? :) BTW - FD - through her encouragement -is the proud Mama of many new bloggers.

Chrysalis Angel - because she is a gentle, compassionate, spiritually enlightened soul with a delightful sense of humor along with a blog that conveys the same. She also has been an inspiration with her spiritual strength, courage and positive attitude in her battle against cancer. She has been an encourager and faith builder who helped to see me through some challenging times this past winter. (Angel -I have saved every one of your e-mails!) AND talk about courage - she is the only person I know to have dangled over a rushing river in a swaying cable car while en route on a rescue mission in a remote location. :) And people wonder why we blog?

Dr Keagirl - from the "Urostream" blog because she was "THE" very first blog I ever read in my life. The fact that it was about urology (that "U" word again) totally got my attention but then her writing style coupled with her keen sense of humor along with informative info had me totally hooked and I read through her entire blog and the rest is history. :) (Also - it really, really helped me to be able to read about urologic procedures, perspectives and experiences and patient responses (particularly to ureteral stents) - adressed by Dr Keagirl and by other urologists/docs and patients in the comments.)

Dr Gwenn - In spite of the fact that she's a Boston Red Sox fan (GO YANKEES!) and because she's a blogging pediatrician (Dr Gwenn Is In) and a wife and mom who shares informative info/insights on kids of all ages, incorporating current news events with pediatric information and other issues as well. She is the author of the "Dr Gwenn Is In" blog along with her televised health spots on NECN and is the author of "Pediatrics Now" which you can subscribe to on line. Obviously she's a lady who knows how to juggle it all and I want to know her secret! :)

Medblog Addict - is a lawyer who by her own confession/admission who is "Addicted to MedBlogs" which is also the name of her blog. She was the 2nd blogger to welcome me into the blogosphere which also gave me encouragement. She said she'd only be lurking but I am glad she has stayed around. When I would think of quitting the blog or feeling shy about what I wrote -especially when we were starting out - she reassured me it was o.k.. AND she has continued with the TRENCHY (ER Doc) tradition of calendar Docs since he is unable to do so at this time. Her keen ability with with the element of surprise has been..... amusing. :) So...keep peeping through " holes into the walls of emergency rooms, operating rooms and doctors' offices" if it will keep you hanging around the blogosphere. ;) (Words in quotation from M.A.'s intro to her blog.)

Some of you tagged me for memes/ I didn't forget - I enjoy memes. Soon..I'll put them up soon. :)

P.S. I think my other blogging friends rock too!!! It gets frustrating sometimes trying to stay caught up with my favorite blogs and then...along comes another favorite blog.

What’s Up, Docs?

(Photo: Joshua Wildman)

I was perusing the blogs and came across this article that Scalpel (ER Doc) Who's blog is Scalpel Or Sword? linked to in his post "Doctor's Trade Secrets" that I found interesting and thought you might too.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Why Guys Pee Outside

O.k. - I have already established elsewhere in this blog that because of
my own experiences with a malfunctioning plumbing system -I'm not talking
kitchen sink -although I do have a story for that-butI am drawn to anything
involving urine..well maybe not anything- but the "U" word does get this
girls attention. ;) That said, a friend of mine up the road sent me this
e-mail (Thank you Neighbor)that OF COURSE I found amusing and thought you
might too.

This is why guys pee outside....

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of
women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you
check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has
been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern
"seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty .

You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there
isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,(Mom would
turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants,
and assume " The Stance."

In this position your thigh muscles can begin to shake.
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the
seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold " The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear
your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you
would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the
one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that
now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).
That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's
still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door
hits your purse , which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest,
and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing
altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of
course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.

Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life
form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not
that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your
mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her
bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You
just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so
confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose
against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers
your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab
onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the
wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you
found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic
sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk
past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile
politely to them.

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet
paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You
yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her
warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby,
who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom.
Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging
around your neck?"
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms
rest??? you've got! to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what
really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked
questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other
gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so
accurately !

Monday, July 23, 2007

All My Boyfriends Are Here-Grey's Anatomy

This was a funny scene! Meredith was so breezy, happy and looped on her pre-op happy cocktail. However, for as much as I enjoyed it -I was also experiencing a sense of dread laced with panic.

The first time I experienced this feeling of dread and panic was after the birth of our 2nd son when after asking my OBGYN why he had me put out because I wanted to talk (of course I did!) with them while he was suturing, etc. and he said I talked the whole time but they gave me Versed and that is why I don't remember anything. (YIKES!) That is such a NEKKED feeling!
I discussed this in a post I wrote last December "Anesthesia, Meredith Grey and me".

I have also discussed this (although I don't remember exactly where) on Dr. Schwab's Surgeonsblog. His blog is an interesting read and I find myself drawn to it like a moth to flame. I find the surgical world to be quite fascinating and am in awe of their knowledge, skill, responsibilities, etc.. I knew I would be forever hooked on his blog after reading his post called "Taking Trust". He has written so many interesting posts and more recently "Bless the Child?" has caused quite a bit of controversy in his comment section.

I admit that I am now a surgical groupie and soak all the information up like a sponge because of my own experiences going to the OR and more recently being faced with a seemingly imminent surgery (that I no longer need) and because of his blog. :)

Addicted to Medblogs has posted her interview with Dr Schwab where he answers the pre-op anesthesia question and I am sure has more than a few of us unnerved! YIKES again! And I think he enjoyed that! He has also said that he will do a post on anesthesia effects on patients regarding lowered inhibitions. Looking forward to THAT post Dr. S.! :)

Dr Schwab has just put up his post called "Happy Talk" that helps to answer these questions. (Thanks Dr. S.!) As always - most interesting post and comments, although this girl still wonders. ;)

Aha! I KNEW there was more! Today - Tuesday - Dr Schwab has added a continuation on personal events in the OR. Admittedly, some of it is the Docs but then of course the patients too. Read more in his most recent post "Eau d'OR".

Again, I come back to the fact that I am friendly and can totally see myself doing the Meredith thing and yet I really believe I remember everything going in, even up to the point of being on the table. Besides - why give Versed BEFORE going under?

Grey's had another scene that was interesting. A woman was post-op and seemed alert but repeatedly asked her OBGYN if her baby was alright. What struck me with that scene was that EACH time she'd ask the Doc about her baby's condition the Doc answered EACH time with a reassuring look to the patient just as if it was the first time she asked. It looked like an instant replay!

It caused me to think of times for routine check-ups where I only had conscious sedation and feel like I remember everything afterward. I realize now that I and other patients probably do that and OR staff is used to it and it goes with the territory. I don't care about that but I do care that inhibitions could be lowered so that I do a Meredith - or worse.

Last fall a nurse was telling me that men who have been in combat sometimes re-experience the war memories that have been suppressed. That must be awful! And what about guys? Do they say things? What if they see someone attractive? What if they have secrets? I'm just wondering.

I think patients should be muzzled pre-op and post-op! ;)

Below - is another Youtube of an earlier ER episode where Dr Carter performs an appy on Dr. Benton but before he begins they take pictures of him and other OR staff and then afterward he checks in on DR Benton. He is groggy from the anesthesia and in his confusion reveals some personal info about himself. Hmmm...

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Growth Opportunities

The following is an excerpt taken from a little book I am reading called: " God Is In The Small Stuff and it all matters" by Bruce and Stan.

"Someone once said that you'll be the same person 5 years from now as you are today except for the people you meet and the books you read. The idea is that you won't grow as a person unless you bring new (and hopefully positive) influences into your life.

The alternative is to do what most people do-nothing. They rarely or never make friends, seek out mentors, or build in the lives of others. They rarely or never read meaningful and enriching books and articles."

They acknowledge that you should keep your "good" old friendships but are also "issuing you a challenge to step up your friendships and your reading habits to the next level."

"Books contain the experiences of people who have failed miserably as well as those who have achieved greatly(both are useful). Good books also present ideas and concepts that stretch beyond our self imposed limits."

I would just like to add that it is both fascinating and exciting to look back and see how various events, connections (sometimes by chance), and choices we make can influence us, thus having a profound affect on the paths we walk and even the destiny of others.

Hopefully, most of the new paths will have come from positive events but adversity can also strengthen one's character, leading to amazing opportunities not yet seen along with enabling you to be better equipped to help someone else.

I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of seeking out those people, hobbies and things that will further enrich your spirit both for personal growth and to give back to others, keeping that ripple of good going forward.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Every action generates a force.....

Every action generates a force of energy that returns to us in like kind...what we sow is what we reap. And when we choose actions that bring happiness and success to others, the fruit of our karma is happiness and success.

I will put the Law of Karma into effect by making a commitment to take the following steps:

1. Today I will witness the choices I make in each moment. And in the mere witnessing of these choices, I will bring them into my conscious awareness. I will know that the best way to prepare for any moment in the future is to be fully conscious in the present.

2. Whenever I make a choice, I will ask myself two questions: "What are the consequences of this choice that I am making?" and "Will this choice bring fulfillment and happiness to me and also to those who are affected by this choice?"

3. I will then ask my heart for guidance and be guided by its message of comfort or discomfort. If the choice feels comfortable, I will plunge ahead with abandon. If the choice feels uncomfortable, I will pause and see the consequences of my action with my inner vision. This guidance will enable me to make spontaneously correct choices for myself and those around me. ~Deepak Chopra~

I came across this while researching info on the web tonight and liked it. Ultimately, I measure the consequences of my choices against the witness of my inner spirit as guided by the Holy Spirit. There is power in prayer. I KNOW this and yet at times I wrestle with my self will vs what I perceive to be the right choices. I guess we all do at times.

I like this analogy that I heard a while ago of comparing our inner spirit signals to a traffic light regarding our decision process.

1. Pray about your decision, meditate in thought about it and be willing to listen to God's guidance.

2. Yellow light in your spirit- caution. It doesn't mean you can't-but it may be that something else has to be worked out and may be about timing.

3. Red light - STOP-don't do it!

4. Green light-everything feels right - Go for it!

What should you major in?

Your Scholastic Strength Is Inspiring Others

You are great at developing a vision, and getting others to adopt your way of thinking.
You are talented at leading, balancing tasks, and helping people work together.

You should major in:

Environmental studies
Social work
Political science

Sunday, July 8, 2007

masquerading as a normal person...

Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting. ~Anonymous~

I love that quote!

My friend Pat who I lovingly and gratefully refer to as my mentor, entered into the Hospice program last July. Last August I stayed overnight with her in her room and then per her request went to her apartment in Binghamton to pick out any art work that I might like.

I picked out several wonderful things and one of them was a framed and matted b&w photo of children frolicking in the grass. It's a great pic! There is a bit of tall grass in the lower left corner slightly shorter going over to right corner. There are two little children (mostly in focus) immediately after the taller grass but you don't really see much of them because they are lying on their backs in the grass but you do see their bare arms, legs and feet extended upward into the air. The little child in the foreground is also holding a small bouquet of flowers in one hand. Beyond the children - the grass, wild flowers and taller brush is out of focus. The above quote is underneath the picture.

Black and white photography is my favorite and I could study the pics forever.

Who among us hasn't needed to do something wild and crazy - just for the fun of it or felt like regressing back to the carefree days of being a young child?

Maybe we adults need to go find a field of wild flowers in which to kick off our shoes and lie on our backs in the tall grass doing the horizontal hokey poky while simultaneously singing the hokey poky, laughing or just shouting LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA as loud as we can! :)

*Pat is still alive- even though at the time she was told she only had about 3 weeks to live. She has had several close calls and then always rallies back much to the amazement of her doctors and other care givers. Also, it is much to her dismay- as she would tell you that she is ready to go to her eternal home. She is unable to do almost anything for herself and so is still in the same facility but not as a hospice patient. She has spent most of her life ministering in various capacities to other people and she is still doing so from her sick bed- profoundly touching the hearts and spirits of many through her unconditional acceptance, wise counsel, deep personal faith and joyous spirit - even amidst the extreme physical challenges of her declining health that she endures from moment to moment.

I was speaking with her on the phone last July on the night before she was to move into her hospice room. She was terribly weak and exhausted and should not have been alone in her apartment even then. She was in the middle of deciding what few things she could take with her to decorate her room, etc., when I had called. During our conversation, I had mentioned that I was working on a resume and that I was going to be contacting some doctors and other co-workers for some references. She immediately said she would like to write a letter of recommendation for me! I deeply appreciated her thoughtfulness but wanted her to save her strength. After all - she had been told she had three weeks to live and had more important things to focus on. She insisted and that night she selflessly sat at her computer, typed and then e-mailed a wonderful letter of recommendation to me. She gave me a beautiful gift that I will always cherish. I did joke with her prior to her writing it and asked her to tone it down because years ago she had written a recommendation for me that could have been my eulogy!