Sean does Seattle Take 2

Sean came to visit me last week! I can't believe hes gone already. We had such a great time. I seriously can't believe that my little 10 year old monster brother has grown into one of my best friends. I miss you boy :)

We had amazing weather the whole time he was here. Amazing for Washington means low 50s! I'll try to post some pictures below, not sure if I can figure out how to!

P.S. if Sean can't find a job promoting health after college, I would definitely hire him as my personal margarita maker!!

Generation Slow Typers

So yesterday was our first day of Epic go live... This is where we are moving all of our paper charting to computer charting. For me, not so bad. Pretty nice actually since I'm pretty sure I can type faster than I can write. But for some of my colleagues, this is a living nightmare. You have no idea how hard it was to stand by someone and watch them type 1 finger at a time without saying "here tell me what you want to say and I'll type it." Watching someone type so slowly with many typos to me is the equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard! Actually watching them mouse over to enter instead of double might be just as bad.

On a happier note, Sean will be here exactly 1 week from today!!!! I can't wait to see him :)

Lets get ethical, ethical

Everyone knows that I work in the operating room. A place where I have just a few minutes to gain my patients trust and ease their nervousness before they are peacefully sleeping thanks to anesthesia. I have pretty much the same lines I use on everyone and deliver the same care to everyone (except those adorable babies which I carry back to the OR instead of pushing in a crib-why deprive myself) Yesterday one of my patients came accessorized with two guards and handcuffs on his feet. A little intimidating but on I go with the same care I'd give to anyone. After he was asleep we were discussing what he was in for. None of us knew and I told them I'd rather not know. The anesth brought up a good point. We have a right to know what they are in for and to know if we are dealing with a violent criminal. I slightly agree with that, but I also know that if this person had been in for something terrible like abusing children or women I just think it would be hard for me to deliver unbiased care. I definitely don't think I could give him a nice pat on the shoulder. I just don't think it would be my place to pass judgement and I really think it would change the care I gave even if I didn't want it to. Oh the world of Morals and Ethics. Speaking of did anyone catch The Office on thurs??
I did get a nice 17 day old patient later in the day and all the world was right. Except how sad it was that a 17 day old baby was in for surgery. I'll change that... I got home and let Mona out of her crate and she did the bucking bull for a good 45 seconds and all the world was right!

Are you serious????

Did I seriously book the wrong flight to Hawaii?? Answer- Yes. What an idiot. I went to change my seats so I could sit next to another navy wife thats going when I noticed that the landing time was wrong.. Like 9 hours wrong. Then I looked at my confirmation info and sure enough, I had booked the wrong flight. Who does that??? I wouldn't have changed it, but the one I had booked gets there 9 hours later. $150 later and I'm on the flight I've thought I was on all along. Can you imagine if I wouldn't have figured it out and found out at the airport.. That would have been one horrible blog :)

Foot In Mouth

Sometimes I forget that I don't live in conservative Texas anymore. With that being said, I need to learn to think before speaking. As with the Yorkie dog incident, as soon as I opened my mouth, I knew a different set of words would have been better. First let me give you some background information.
I work 10 hours a day, 1 hour away from where I live. Hence Mona stays in her crate 12 hours a day 4 days a week. Last Thursday a lady I work with took me to the Home Depot to buy a doggie door that fits in a sliding glass door. How nice for Mona I thought, the only problem is that when I've left Mona outside of her crate with me gone, something always seems to happen. So to make a long story short, I was able to talk to Matt this weekend and he told me to take it back. I'm not sure if it was because it cost a lot, or because he knew Mona would destroy the house! So today at work, the lady I bought it with asked me how it was working out. I told her I took it back because my husband told me to. She looked shocked, even more so when I said "Mary, hes my husband-I have to do what he says" ha ha Apparently that statement means Matt and I are Mr. and Mrs. from 1950. I didn't feel like telling her that Matt is the most fair, kind, caring person I know. And that our decisions are never "Because I told you to," but instead because it is what is best for the two of us. Oh well. It's pretty funny I think. Word has already spread through the OR, I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it!
If only they knew what a terrible housekeeper/cook I am!

Honesty

As soon as the truth came out of my mouth, I knew I should have lied. I'm lying on the couch in a shirt and shorts with a towel on my head, and someone is knocking on my door. I open my door to 4 little kids and a yorkie puppy/dog. "Did you lose a dog?" "No" I said. As soon as I said it, I knew my answer should have been "Oh my dog you found him/her" I tried to make up for my response by assuring the kids I would LOVE to keep the dog until the owner could be found, or for forever if need be. They seemed fine with the answer, said they had a few more houses to visit and would be back if no one claimed him. 5 minutes later, they were back-no dog. Probably someone who was a little more on top of their game today than me.