WATCHING THE WATCHERS
I kind of have a few work stories to tell, but by the time I get to wanting to write an entry, work is the last thing I want to think about. Work is going okay though.
The people I work for are actually pretty cool too. Yes, even The Empire. Seems like I complain a lot but I always forget the good things too. They've been pretty nice to me, considering. I mean, never once, have they approached me on "sensitive matters" on my website despite the fact that I see their search engined ISP footprints all over my tracker time and time again.
I've come to realize there's nothing wrong with work or the place I work.
There's just something wrong with me.
Man, I need another break.
I put in a one-week vacation request for next month.
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DOCTORING THE DOCTORS
The past month in the hospital has been pretty painful but it seems like things are starting to gear down again, maybe.
Had a lot of post-Christmas patients. Happens every year. People waiting to go to the hospital until after the holiday shopping rush. Or vasculopaths eating / drinking so much that all the blood goes to their gut instead of their 1% viable coronaries, and they end up with Holiday Heart chest pain.
I had a patient's daughter talk to me for ten straight minutes without taking a breath. I thought I was going to have to intubate her myself. She started going on about "alternative treatments" for her mom who just had chemo for ovarian cancer. Talking about energy lines, and chi, and all that.
I said all that is fine as long as you don't forget about the chemo part. If it gives her peace of mind or "spiritual well-being," that's great. I'm all for it (maybe she'll need less Morphine). But I did tell her to avoid HERBAL medicines at all costs, because it would interfere with her already screwed up Coumadin levels (Coumadin is a blood thinner, a.k.a. "rat poison").
After the daughter came up for air, I excused myself. And then she followed me out of the room.
"I'll give you her spiritual healer's number," she offered.
"No, that's okay. I won't need any of his records or anything," I told her, smiling.
"No, for you. You should see him. You're very nice and young. He'll set your energy right," she said doctoring me.
Now, is it that obvious that I need healing?
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MUCH EDITED RANT
You know I am all for Asian culture and tradition. But I draw the line at anything harmful or unhealthy. Like some traditonal and unproven herbal medicines.
I've done my research. Like any physician, I've spent years learning what distinguishes a good study from a poor one. I know more about some of the more common herbals than a lot of the people who sell that stuff.
How many herbal medicine sellers know that ginkgo biloba has been documented in several cases as causing spontaneous subdural hematomas in otherwise normal people. (To use one example.)
That's a bleed in your head.
That's not healing to me.
It's not even on the box or package insert (if there is one).
But it is over-the-counter.
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LITTLE DRUMMER BOY
I'm more than ready for our little Baby Boy to pop out.
I've asked Amy on more than one occasion if she can speed things along. I'm getting impatient.
It's fun to feel little Baby Boy kicking or punching inside Amy's belly. He only kicks or punches when she's sitting still.
He is very quiet and content when Amy's moving around though. Or eating. Or even after we had sex this weekend (first time in months I think).
But I guess when he feels cramped or bored, he starts trying to shake things up out there.
Like when Amy was at a tumor board meeting (Amy's an oncology research nurse now). Baby didn't like it one bit. He was punching the whole time. Hahaha!
I used to think babies were only interesting around age two when they start showing personalities.
But I think it will be quite fun just to be able to watch Baby Boy kicking, as opposed to just feeling him do it now in Amy's belly.
I'm ready.
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WHAT'S UP WITH THE GIRL IN THE PICTURES ?
I just felt like putting up pics of my first K-pop favorite, Lee Jung Hyun. She was a dancer (not a singer) in another group's video (called Goofy). I wrote an entry in my old journal about it (can't remember the date).
Like Amy and Baby Boy, she kind of makes me happy too.
She's probably the one to blame for all of this craziness as well.
(Oh, and I got my week off for next month too.)
