Surrounded by microbes
Literally and figuratively. It's all I've been working on this week....infections of every imaginable system, in minute glorious detail. I'm borrowing books while I'm here and Microbiology's is the biggest and likely most expensive text so I'm trying to finish this course before I leave. Pfft. Like that'll happen. But the effort makes for cramming data on all sorts of infectious diseases into my brain. Bonus game is that I get to rule out which ones aren't causing my ongoing cough (it's likely not TB, for instance). It's a hypochondriac's dream.
And my computer has laptop herpes. Poor Femputer got infested with a few nasty viruses the other day...(screw you, favourite streaming TV site, screw you). Evil I tell you. I'm having to slowly and painfully learn enough about malware to attempt to put a stop to it. I'm currently running my 5th scan and picturing the horrible and torturous things that virus hackers deserve. The fleas of a million camels, I tell you.
The dry spell for births continues. Two weeks now. TWO WEEKS. With nothing. I'm beginning to question "WTF am I doing here??", which is a very bad thing to start questioning sanity-wise. School work, kid-sitting, house cleaning? I could be doing that at home, in much more comort, and minus the anxiety, homesickness, and car rental fees (on a car sitting in the driveway while I'm NOT DRIVING IT TO BIRTHS!). Granted, I'm still doing prenatals, clinic work, wocka wocka wocka, but that's not the part I need anymore. Considering I still need 6 more primaries and I'm supposed to leave in, oh, 9 days, this dry spell makes me very, very anxious. I don't know what more I can do. I've harrassed all the other midwives to call me, my birth bag is packed, my car has gas in it, and my cell phone is never more than an arm's length away. I'm having to start thinking about delaying my flight by a few days, which is a horrible, terrible thought because it would make me EXTREMELY cranky and would give me no guarentees. What if I delay it only to get no births in those days and have it make no difference?? Ah, this is the new stress that stews in my brain through the day and then keeps me up at night.
In happier news, I had a lovely weekend - a delicious starbucks trip on Saturday, and a trip to see the tabernacle choir perform a Christmas broadcast yesterday. Then a quick tour around downtown Salt Lake for some shameless tourist photography, and a stop at IKEA on the way home (the closest IKEA is normally half-way across the country, so this is more exciting than you'd think). Clickety-clicking through an IKEA store in jazzy-church-going heels is a surefire mood booster. I was good - my inborn "I could make that for less" instinct ran high and it was just a mini-spree: I left with a dangly light bulb cord for a new (to be fasioned) twisty paper lamp, a set of picture frames, and newfound inspiration for my living room when I get back. Ah, IKEA, is there anything you can't do?
And for now, it's back to microbes and supper, not necessarily in that order. And wishing and hoping for a birth tonight....
And my computer has laptop herpes. Poor Femputer got infested with a few nasty viruses the other day...(screw you, favourite streaming TV site, screw you). Evil I tell you. I'm having to slowly and painfully learn enough about malware to attempt to put a stop to it. I'm currently running my 5th scan and picturing the horrible and torturous things that virus hackers deserve. The fleas of a million camels, I tell you.
The dry spell for births continues. Two weeks now. TWO WEEKS. With nothing. I'm beginning to question "WTF am I doing here??", which is a very bad thing to start questioning sanity-wise. School work, kid-sitting, house cleaning? I could be doing that at home, in much more comort, and minus the anxiety, homesickness, and car rental fees (on a car sitting in the driveway while I'm NOT DRIVING IT TO BIRTHS!). Granted, I'm still doing prenatals, clinic work, wocka wocka wocka, but that's not the part I need anymore. Considering I still need 6 more primaries and I'm supposed to leave in, oh, 9 days, this dry spell makes me very, very anxious. I don't know what more I can do. I've harrassed all the other midwives to call me, my birth bag is packed, my car has gas in it, and my cell phone is never more than an arm's length away. I'm having to start thinking about delaying my flight by a few days, which is a horrible, terrible thought because it would make me EXTREMELY cranky and would give me no guarentees. What if I delay it only to get no births in those days and have it make no difference?? Ah, this is the new stress that stews in my brain through the day and then keeps me up at night.
In happier news, I had a lovely weekend - a delicious starbucks trip on Saturday, and a trip to see the tabernacle choir perform a Christmas broadcast yesterday. Then a quick tour around downtown Salt Lake for some shameless tourist photography, and a stop at IKEA on the way home (the closest IKEA is normally half-way across the country, so this is more exciting than you'd think). Clickety-clicking through an IKEA store in jazzy-church-going heels is a surefire mood booster. I was good - my inborn "I could make that for less" instinct ran high and it was just a mini-spree: I left with a dangly light bulb cord for a new (to be fasioned) twisty paper lamp, a set of picture frames, and newfound inspiration for my living room when I get back. Ah, IKEA, is there anything you can't do?
And for now, it's back to microbes and supper, not necessarily in that order. And wishing and hoping for a birth tonight....