Updating in between poo and blood.
Just finished a colonoscopy with the team, waiting for the mobile setup to get ready to scope an alcoholic with liver disease who is attempting to exsanguinate per mouth AND rectum at the same time.
In the interim, snippets from the life of Kat. I've gotten pretty good about expressing thoughts in 140 characters, but these didn't fit.
On Pet Guilt
Feeling truly guilty about forgetting I needed to pick up cat food on the way home, I cooked Zot chicken and grits in broth from scratch. Damn cat promptly turned his nose up at it. Now feeling twice as guilty that I forgot food and couldn't make an acceptable substitute, I gave him an entire can of tuna. Contemplated eating the chicken and grits myself, as it was 8:30 PM and had worked 13 hours that day already.
Hurley has a tendency to believe that any living thing has a deep abiding wish to Go In His Mouth. Including stray cats. Especially stray cats. So our walks are occasionally interrupted by a sudden veer to the right and the "OMG OMG I SEE YOU! MY MOUTH IS OPEN!" whinings of the Dog. Were I a good pet owner, I would promptly correct him with a verbal command and a flick of the leash. But instead, I feel guilty about him being cooped up all day and we go chasing after whatever he sees. So if you see a redhead who looks like she's water skiing behind a stocky black dog, one arm out for balance and the other on the leash, know that it's because she's a soft touch.
On craftiness and nesting
I crochet now. Just about every female relative I have got a scarf this past year as I honed my skill. It's gone from "I'm giving my first scarf to you, grandma - because you taught me how to crochet all those years ago, and only you will love this wretched misshapen thing!" to a hat that actually looks like a hat. I have quite the yarn stash, and Nick has forbidden me from buying any more until I use what I have.
I bought fiber two weeks ago and one of the other residents is teaching me how to spin yarn this Saturday. :)
I delight in things like Silverware caddies now. I seriously contemplate things such as "How many basketball hoops/tricycles can I see in the driveways of this potential neighborhood?" and "Is this breakfast nook big enough for our kitchen table?"
So yes, we're buying a house. Soonish. Parents are flying down for a visit and will ideally go over some of the finalists with us. And yes, if you look carefully at the above paragraph, we're planning for it to be a house that kids live in. That part comes later.
And if you read those two paragraphs even more closely, you'll come to the conclusion that we're staying put in Savannah for awhile. Nick's almost through EMT training and has some good leads on local jobs with his certification. I'm locked in for another 2.5 years, and would be happy as a clam to do hospitalist work for a few years after that while Nick gets himself established in a station.
On southern living
It really is better than Northern living.
Now, don't get me wrong. I miss everyone in Michigan desperately, and feel like a piece of me will always be there, wishing I was at a convention or a karaoke night or out boating on the lake. But I do not miss Northern Winters. It is January, and I wore a t-shirt today. It was sunny. We go for walks outside. I have not shoveled a damn thing. It still gets cold enough to wear sweaters, put quilts on the bed and justify a fire at night, and that hits all my winter needs for now. Already planning on a family ski trip next year.
The food pretty much makes up for the fact that I am definitely in the minority when it comes to most of my political views down here. The call in column in this Sunday's newspaper included three blurbs along the lines of "I am so proud of Massachusetts voters".
But oh, man the food. Large men with smokers barbeque enormous slabs of ribs (10 dollar plates and 20 dollars for a slab) on Saturdays, just down the street from our house. I can now order a biscuit at a diner and know it will be divine.
On exercise and diet.
My basal metabolic rate means I burn about 1475 calories a day, simply by continuing to live. I spend at least 2 hours of my day running around the hospital, which reportedly burns 140 calories an hour. iPod apps that track your calories help you pay attention to what you put in your mouth.
Even if the candy bowl on 3C "doesn't count", generally written off as a sanity preservative. (Except now thanks to a quick google search, I know Green apple laffy taffys are 32 calories)
Nick and I refuse to get fat and complacent on each other.
But we still love, love food so we scrimp calories for the weekends where we still splash out on enormous greasy hamburgers and the ongoing quest to find the best pizza in Savannah. (I have my top three, he is still unsatisfied) I have heard rumor of good Gyros, but are thus far those are unproven.
On work
Well, you'll just have to read inked_caduceus for all that, now won'tcha?
In the interim, snippets from the life of Kat. I've gotten pretty good about expressing thoughts in 140 characters, but these didn't fit.
On Pet Guilt
Feeling truly guilty about forgetting I needed to pick up cat food on the way home, I cooked Zot chicken and grits in broth from scratch. Damn cat promptly turned his nose up at it. Now feeling twice as guilty that I forgot food and couldn't make an acceptable substitute, I gave him an entire can of tuna. Contemplated eating the chicken and grits myself, as it was 8:30 PM and had worked 13 hours that day already.
Hurley has a tendency to believe that any living thing has a deep abiding wish to Go In His Mouth. Including stray cats. Especially stray cats. So our walks are occasionally interrupted by a sudden veer to the right and the "OMG OMG I SEE YOU! MY MOUTH IS OPEN!" whinings of the Dog. Were I a good pet owner, I would promptly correct him with a verbal command and a flick of the leash. But instead, I feel guilty about him being cooped up all day and we go chasing after whatever he sees. So if you see a redhead who looks like she's water skiing behind a stocky black dog, one arm out for balance and the other on the leash, know that it's because she's a soft touch.
On craftiness and nesting
I crochet now. Just about every female relative I have got a scarf this past year as I honed my skill. It's gone from "I'm giving my first scarf to you, grandma - because you taught me how to crochet all those years ago, and only you will love this wretched misshapen thing!" to a hat that actually looks like a hat. I have quite the yarn stash, and Nick has forbidden me from buying any more until I use what I have.
I bought fiber two weeks ago and one of the other residents is teaching me how to spin yarn this Saturday. :)
I delight in things like Silverware caddies now. I seriously contemplate things such as "How many basketball hoops/tricycles can I see in the driveways of this potential neighborhood?" and "Is this breakfast nook big enough for our kitchen table?"
So yes, we're buying a house. Soonish. Parents are flying down for a visit and will ideally go over some of the finalists with us. And yes, if you look carefully at the above paragraph, we're planning for it to be a house that kids live in. That part comes later.
And if you read those two paragraphs even more closely, you'll come to the conclusion that we're staying put in Savannah for awhile. Nick's almost through EMT training and has some good leads on local jobs with his certification. I'm locked in for another 2.5 years, and would be happy as a clam to do hospitalist work for a few years after that while Nick gets himself established in a station.
On southern living
It really is better than Northern living.
Now, don't get me wrong. I miss everyone in Michigan desperately, and feel like a piece of me will always be there, wishing I was at a convention or a karaoke night or out boating on the lake. But I do not miss Northern Winters. It is January, and I wore a t-shirt today. It was sunny. We go for walks outside. I have not shoveled a damn thing. It still gets cold enough to wear sweaters, put quilts on the bed and justify a fire at night, and that hits all my winter needs for now. Already planning on a family ski trip next year.
The food pretty much makes up for the fact that I am definitely in the minority when it comes to most of my political views down here. The call in column in this Sunday's newspaper included three blurbs along the lines of "I am so proud of Massachusetts voters".
But oh, man the food. Large men with smokers barbeque enormous slabs of ribs (10 dollar plates and 20 dollars for a slab) on Saturdays, just down the street from our house. I can now order a biscuit at a diner and know it will be divine.
On exercise and diet.
My basal metabolic rate means I burn about 1475 calories a day, simply by continuing to live. I spend at least 2 hours of my day running around the hospital, which reportedly burns 140 calories an hour. iPod apps that track your calories help you pay attention to what you put in your mouth.
Even if the candy bowl on 3C "doesn't count", generally written off as a sanity preservative. (Except now thanks to a quick google search, I know Green apple laffy taffys are 32 calories)
Nick and I refuse to get fat and complacent on each other.
But we still love, love food so we scrimp calories for the weekends where we still splash out on enormous greasy hamburgers and the ongoing quest to find the best pizza in Savannah. (I have my top three, he is still unsatisfied) I have heard rumor of good Gyros, but are thus far those are unproven.
On work
Well, you'll just have to read inked_caduceus for all that, now won'tcha?