Why him and not her?

Only the good die young.. Was Billy Joel right? I'm not sure... I've been to my fair share of funerals, those of which were friends my age... But that's way to morbid for this blog. I think the point is why do bad things happen to good people.... Or really what I want to know why don't bad things happen to not so good people? Hehe am I horrible? Think back to your exes.. You broke up them for a reason. But why do they always seem to be in the back of your mind?

Today was a rough day at work. I should not have worn heels. I had 48 pts scheduled and most people showed up. I had quite a few whoa is me pts. They seriously tic me off. The are almost always 50+ women who come in groaning and continue to the entire exam like they have a knife in their leg and no one will take it out. And when you check them out there is nothing wrong with them. If anything they have a little dry eye... Get over it and use some warm compresses and artificial tears....

Then the happy go lucky kid come in, only 8 years old. Seems super nice but keep kicking me under the chair. His actions are a little spasmodic so I asked the mom a few questions. It turns out he has generalized dystonia - so his muscles involuntarily move in awkward actions. At one point his head got stuck to the side. His speach was slurred and often had a bit of a stutter. At the end of this exam his mom was trying to get him out the door and he waas pulling back and what he was trying to say was hug. He reached out and gave me a bear hug. Why does someone like that have to have a horrible neurodegenerative disease?

So in Facebook stalking tonight after work, I looked at an old friend pictures and happened across a picture of an ex with the same girl. She has lasted the year where I did not. He wasn't a bad guy, and I liked him a lot . But he didn't like me, and the way he treated me was not very nice.. Yet I seem to keep forgetting that when thinking of and missing him. I guess this isn't a good comparison, because I wouldn't want him to be unhappy... But why couldn't he be single and miserable for a change.. I'm a little tired of taking that role

Are you an adult or are you a childrens?

So, I just spent a lovely evening with my lady co-workers and their kids. They are two amazing women in their early thirties who co-manage the wife, mother and doctor part of their lives so seemlessly that they make me want to puke as much as I adore them. They are everything I want to be and more. Their kids are adorable and say the funniest things.

I spent the day at work with one of them (who works mornings), it was slow and I only saw about 20 maybe 25 patients all day. Unfortunately 15 of which showed up from 430-5. All in all, not a bad day. I even had quite a few kids since the peds doc was out in Vegas. My last patient, a five year old cutie was a simple exam. One transformer sticker and he was all mine. Cooperation occurs with a two cent piece of sticky picture- I wish I was as enthused about the little things in life. I wrap up the exam and go screaming across town to meet up for dinner.

I get there and unfortunately did not bring anything. My attempt at Pate a Choux in a downpour did not work because of the humidity. I was taken in nonetheless and set about to simultaniously playing cars with two three year olds and a 9 monther and discussing fashion with the sequin studded five year old. The two moms were in the kitchen hammering out dinner and I sat my lazy ass down and played. I felt pretty guilty, but figured I was also watching the kids a bit - that had to count for something...

We have a wonderful dinner, the kids are great.. we are cleaning up after a dessert of berries and cream when the five year old asks "who do you live with?". I reply by myself. "what? by yourself??" Yeah, it doesnt make any sense to a child. I am alone. No husband, no kids of my own... and it reminds me of a story a friend once told. She is 30 and the much younger sibling in a large family. Her brothers all have kids and one asks quite bluntly " Auntie Katie, are you an adult or are you a childrens??" I am not so sure I know myself. Although I am much closer in age to the thirtysomething powerhouse friends, I am probably as responsable as the five year old. Im not sure if its slightly pathetic... but all in all most certainly funny... I had a great night playing, would gladly do it again... but am kinda comforted knowing I get to give the kids back at bedtime and head home to my house alone with peace and quiet... one day... fingers crossed but not to tightly... one day

Summer in review

So, it's been a while... Not because nothing has happened, but because so much has been going on I haven't had time to write... But it is rainy, my flats are soaked through and I'm stuck at work anyway...

So, my life seemed to finally be on track this summer... It was the summer of my early twenties that I missed because I was in school dutifully studying to become the amazing optometrist I am today... Haha gross exaggeration, every day I don't get fired is a good day! I went to a psychic around May who was pretty spot on about a lot of things and most importantly told me to enjoy the summer, three to five men would be coming into my life. One of them named Bob.

So the weather got nicer and I ran into more and more people out and about. I become pretty good friends with this one girl, we will call Miranda. She was crazy and fun and through her I met a lot of people. It was nice, I finally felt like I belonged. One night when we were out at a bar a couple of her friends joined us- one had a girlfriend who was amazing and was happy to make their acquaintance. The other was a 6'5" tall drink of water... He was prince charming in every sense. So nice, so respectful, just such nice person. I was in like the moment I met him. He, however waas a few years younger and split his time between Oregon and Spain. He invited us all back to his house after the bar and as we pulled up to it, I got out and almost panicked... It was a a 37 bedroom mansion overlooking the ocean. This really was prince charming... We had a great night and he left after the weekend to be home for the fourth of July. I was thankfully invited to his big party that weekend that s at their othernocean estate... It was fun, but I knew hardly anyone, drank way too much, and barely spoke two words to the prince. I was distraught. Especially as his cousin so uninvitingly put the moves on me. My world was over.

A few weeks went by, I got over it in true mermaid fashion. Hung out with friends, drank too much, played a lot of trivia... Life was good again. Until at an after party after polo I was manhandled by what I thought waas another friend and then kicked out of his house for refusing to sleep with him. Thinking back to the psychic, she did say these guys were going to throw themselves at me... I should've paid more attention. Anyways, that situation got cleared up and the rest of the summer was pretty good...

Until I met Bob. Well, his name wasn't really bob, but it started with a B so I'll assume it is who she was referring to. He was tall and cute but young again and an almost ginger... I'm not sure I have posted on this before, but I have a serious fear of gingers. He was nice and funny and I though nothing of it... He was the cousins friend and fun to hang out with. So we hung out.. I took him to a concert downtown, we had beers, it was fun... We made out a bit, I felt like I was 21 again.... And he went Mia... Then he came back and I suggested drinks, he asked to take me to dinner... We had a good meal and headed to the bar for drinks and darts... I made out with him in the bar, in early twenties fashion. He held my hand and opened the car door... And dropped me off. WTF? I'm reliving my twenties here... He is a lot of fun, but ginger is a make or break, I don't expect this to go very far... But the night ended anyway, so I went to bed alone. He left for a week in NoLa and returned for Irene... He picked me up and we drove around town looking for destruction... Other than a power outage, not much had happened... He chopped down some downed trees and moved them out of the road -very manly for a ginger. I was still intrigued... We went back to my place for drinks and then his room ate got a generator and he left... Again what the heck is going on? I had given up on prince charming, I was just looking for a little fun... And it's nice when you can have fun with someone you actually really like to be around... Maybe I'm a jaded, but I was going for drinks, I'm pretty sure he had the same thing in mind... Then why do nice things? I feel like I speak "guy" as well as I speak Spanish. Which is pretty piss poor at best. Bob has since gone Mia... It's sad, but Im not heartbroken, just bored....
I've moved to the mainland, to the ghettos of the city. I am alone but still working hard... And somewhat hopeful. The psychic said nothing of the fall, so I guess I'm on my own for that one... But I hope it all works out in the end... Maybe I'll meet the real Bob. Maybe I'll learn Spanish... I'll leave this year to be a year of maybes

Keep your fingers crossed for funny patients and even funnier boy stories! This post was lame and for that I apologize