as i'm sure you've all figured out, the sporadic-ness of my blogging is, indeed,
an occupational hazard.
i just can't muster the chops to blog on a daily basis sometimes.
this was one of those months.
and now it's over.
but i have to drive from Florida back to Chicago.
in a weekend.
i was on call last night at the hospital
we got 5 traumas during my shift
i put in another chest tube and did some other procedures
(which thrilled me, but might put all of you to sleep...so i'll stop there)...
and then i had to start driving
i made it to Jacksonville, where my 'rents reside
and thank God too.
because i am exhausted...
BUT i am so thrilled to have some new readers!
your comments make me smile
and feel like i'm not just here taking out my emotions on this poor helpless MacBook keyboard.
and keep them coming.
i promise to have a veg-out session when i return to Chicago
to sit down and catch-up-on/visit ALL of your blogs.
i'm dying to
(and let's be honest...it's 30 degrees in Chicago. there's nothing better to do than hole up in a coffee shop with all you fine people to keep me company. except maybe see my husband. FINALLY. after 4 weeks. but he'll be around for ages. (: )
there has been a playlist brewing in my mind for quite sometime...
entitled the "Occupational Hazard" mix.
i'll be honest...i think it's hilarious.
(this isn't going to be one of those times when i pretend to be surprised that you think i'm funny. i'm just laying it right out there. i'm trying to be funny.)
these are just some songs that always make me think of work...
1. I Need a Doctor- i think it's pretty obvious why i picked this one. we actually played it in the trauma room the other day. during a trauma. not sure the patient was amused. but we were.
2. On Call- welcome to my life. on call. to be there.
3. Hospital Beds- good ol' Cold War Kids. just telling it like it is. (side note: hosp. beds are super uncomfortable. i'm sorry if any of you have experienced this. i'm sorry in advance if you haven't.)
4. Bleeding Love- "you cut me open and i keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding"...okay, Leona says "love" here, but for most trauma patients, it's just blood. lots of it. sometimes on my shoes. this song just cracks me up now.
5. You Can't Always Get What You Want- what you want, Mr. Drug Addict, is more oxycontin. but you can't have it. even if you tell me you're allergic to every pain medicine BUT oxycontin. you and i both know that's bullshit. but sometimes, you get what you need. which is a shot of Toradol (a non-narcotic pain medication. works really well without the high). in the bum.
6. What Sarah Said- fairly accurate layman's description of an ICU. and though it's a pretty heavy lyric, i believe it: "love is watching someone die". and letting them go peacefully when it's their time...without unnecessary measures to prolong their suffering. end of soapbox. just enjoy the song.
7. Fix You- not only is this one of my all-time favorite songs, it basically sums up my job description: "i will try...to fix you"
8. The Funeral-...and if I can't... (fix you, that is)
enjoy my slightly twisted sense of humor. again. occupational hazard.