So I worked both Saturday and Sunday this weekend and let me tell you-it sucks... Plus I'm on a workout kick and walk/ran 8 miles sat and 6miles last night... I'm eating super healthy and sparingly, so now I'm just tired and have no energy. From my last post you realized I was up all night mouse hunting and blogging... So you can imagine my enthusiasm as I drove to work for my 8-8 Monday shift. My first patient came in complaining of a sudden loss of vision in his right eye. We last saw him 2 yrs ago and were treating him for iritis. I figured this was another bout and maybe a posterior vitritis as well. I go to do pupils, notice a small ptosis in that eye and lift the lid for a better look. In my mind I saw "whoaaaa WTF" as I pulled up the lid to see a perfect red circle where I should be seeing cornea and iris underneath. I threw him into the slit lamp and with magnification it appears his postior intraocular lens (then plastic lens after cataract surgery) had ripped through his iris, cutting blood vessels and leaving him with a whopping hyphema. Ive never seen this before. All I could think of is allopraic acid... Which means nothing right now, stay upright and get the heck to the OMD.... I'm sure they can't do too much until the hyphen resolves, but the blood had already started coagulating in the bottom of the anterior chamber, so this has been around a little while....
I move on to my next patient, acute red eye, special needs patient that is HOH (hard of hearing). She is cute and babbling jokes that I cant quite understand. Then she asks if I'm married. Which I say no, have to repeat it really loudly... The questioning continues "do you have someone special at least at home?" Nope, no one likes me, let alone loves me.... And the repeated loudly, then her caretaker repeats even louder... So now everyone in my office and western providence knows I'm all alone...
I've been trying, working like crazy to lose some weight, tone up... I've been on a couple more dates, but the last one the guy didn't even smile once, and vaguely resembled Satan.... Maybe that was the rapture? Hmmm.... Well, it's only 1030 and I've got quite a few more hours to go at work today.... Let's hope it gets a little better :)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Rolly Polly pudding
Wow it's really been quite some time since I have written... I'm sorry friends!
Well, it's 3 am and I cannot sleep, so its about a good a time as any... I woke up last night to this odd scratching sound, dismissed it and went back to bed... About a half hour ago I woke up to the same sound... Very faint been much like that of a tiny mouse chewing paper. Most girls would scream, jump on a chair and call the guy their with to fix the situation. Well, I'm shit up a creek because I don't even have one that I'm just sleeping with. After living with a guy roomate( my fav of all roomates ever lived with) I'm not really scared of mice. Our apartment was a haven for them. I was totally grossed out at the time and absolutely hated living in squalor, but at least that mouse fear was driven out of me and fast.
One of the reasons I haven't written in a while was that I was in Honduras. It was a wonderful vacation. It was a simple ecolodge on a small island off the coast. I went for the diving, but relaxation was a nice benefit. The owners of the place had built a few small bungalows and outfitted it with this amazing hand carved wooden furniture. The bathroom was a giant walk in shower with a seascape tiled into the walls... Want a beer? Well just grab one from behind the bar.. A cocktail? Well make one yourself and make me one while your at it was their philosophy. By morning I was drinking strong coffee in a hammock outside my door then walking to the beach, hopping on a boat and going diving.. The diving was great and I even got to swim next to a greenback for a while. The afternoon was spent sunbathing and the nights spent having drinks down in West Bay with the locals... No frill, beautiful, my type of vacation. However, with no frills comes the palmetto bugs. Yup, just a euphamism for giant cockroaches, which are totally harmless but gross. Now there wasnt an infestation like an apartment in the Bronx, but we had about 2-3 grace our presence. They make me shiver, but as you've read about past boys in my life, I've always been the one to man up and kill the bugs, so I did... And then I made my friend pick them up with tissue and throw them away hehe... Now Im back in the states and the scratching won't seem to stop...
So, rather than jump and scream, I climbed out of bed, found some specs, grabbed a flashlight and tore apart my closet where the sound was coming from. Nothing. I couldn't find a mouse, a snake, or a possum.... The three things that I thought it might be. I put my flashlight and giant pot away ( I'm not certain I wanted to smash it or catch it) and climbed back into bed... Then the scratching started again... So I got up, seriously pissed off now and went through the entire closet and still nothing. There are no droppings. My kitchens immaculate, there are no signs of anything living here.
The scratching got kinda furious for a while, aas I'm writing and I went over to the corner of my bedroom to discover the sound really sounds like its in my walls... Even better! I'll email my landlord when I'm done with this, but I'm sure he won't do much. I'll stop by home depot after work, pick up some mousetraps and hope not to catch any. Oh quick note on that past roomate... So we were in the kitchen and he steps down near the counter and you hear a squeak. So instead of looking down he steps again and out cries a louder squeak. A mouse was caught in a mouse trap... Not one of those classic wood and wire ones but a sticky pad... And now my roomates foot was stuck to the pad with a mouse stuck on it. Talk about calm... He just picked up his foot and oddly hobbled out the front door and shoved his foot in the snow to get rid of the trap and mouse... I'm surely hoping he threw that sock away... Maybe you had to be there, but it was a very funny sight... And maybe just maybe I jumped up on our couch for that one!
Well, it's 3 am and I cannot sleep, so its about a good a time as any... I woke up last night to this odd scratching sound, dismissed it and went back to bed... About a half hour ago I woke up to the same sound... Very faint been much like that of a tiny mouse chewing paper. Most girls would scream, jump on a chair and call the guy their with to fix the situation. Well, I'm shit up a creek because I don't even have one that I'm just sleeping with. After living with a guy roomate( my fav of all roomates ever lived with) I'm not really scared of mice. Our apartment was a haven for them. I was totally grossed out at the time and absolutely hated living in squalor, but at least that mouse fear was driven out of me and fast.
One of the reasons I haven't written in a while was that I was in Honduras. It was a wonderful vacation. It was a simple ecolodge on a small island off the coast. I went for the diving, but relaxation was a nice benefit. The owners of the place had built a few small bungalows and outfitted it with this amazing hand carved wooden furniture. The bathroom was a giant walk in shower with a seascape tiled into the walls... Want a beer? Well just grab one from behind the bar.. A cocktail? Well make one yourself and make me one while your at it was their philosophy. By morning I was drinking strong coffee in a hammock outside my door then walking to the beach, hopping on a boat and going diving.. The diving was great and I even got to swim next to a greenback for a while. The afternoon was spent sunbathing and the nights spent having drinks down in West Bay with the locals... No frill, beautiful, my type of vacation. However, with no frills comes the palmetto bugs. Yup, just a euphamism for giant cockroaches, which are totally harmless but gross. Now there wasnt an infestation like an apartment in the Bronx, but we had about 2-3 grace our presence. They make me shiver, but as you've read about past boys in my life, I've always been the one to man up and kill the bugs, so I did... And then I made my friend pick them up with tissue and throw them away hehe... Now Im back in the states and the scratching won't seem to stop...
So, rather than jump and scream, I climbed out of bed, found some specs, grabbed a flashlight and tore apart my closet where the sound was coming from. Nothing. I couldn't find a mouse, a snake, or a possum.... The three things that I thought it might be. I put my flashlight and giant pot away ( I'm not certain I wanted to smash it or catch it) and climbed back into bed... Then the scratching started again... So I got up, seriously pissed off now and went through the entire closet and still nothing. There are no droppings. My kitchens immaculate, there are no signs of anything living here.
The scratching got kinda furious for a while, aas I'm writing and I went over to the corner of my bedroom to discover the sound really sounds like its in my walls... Even better! I'll email my landlord when I'm done with this, but I'm sure he won't do much. I'll stop by home depot after work, pick up some mousetraps and hope not to catch any. Oh quick note on that past roomate... So we were in the kitchen and he steps down near the counter and you hear a squeak. So instead of looking down he steps again and out cries a louder squeak. A mouse was caught in a mouse trap... Not one of those classic wood and wire ones but a sticky pad... And now my roomates foot was stuck to the pad with a mouse stuck on it. Talk about calm... He just picked up his foot and oddly hobbled out the front door and shoved his foot in the snow to get rid of the trap and mouse... I'm surely hoping he threw that sock away... Maybe you had to be there, but it was a very funny sight... And maybe just maybe I jumped up on our couch for that one!
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