it’s a new day — almost a new month — and i plan to spend it relaxing, rejuvenating, and reflecting over how i could have made the last one better for me, my colleagues,…
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it didn’t end well, but at least it’s over.…
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No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank youI ain’t about to to die like thisI couldn’t afford chemo like I couldn’t afford a limoAnd besides this shit is making me…
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one half-day . . .and one call day . . . AND I’M AUDI!(as in out)(as in finito)(as in, NO MORE PICU UNTIL JANUARY!). i know. so un-zen. in general, i am all for…
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to last night’s commenters: atilla asks: “so how was dinner?” atilla, i can’t tell if you really want to know or if you are making (kind-hearted) fun at my phood-photo-phun. the thing is, i…
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(the persistence of memory, dali 1931. image from wikipedia) i think these clocks melted while trying to time rounds, which today felt like a vortex of sloooooooow-motion torture. iamso tiredofthePICU!! fatigue + feelings of…
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i’m so happy to be entering the last week of this rotation. i sort of can’t believe i’m on call already again, but the fact that that this is one of only 2 PICU…
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obviously, i am going to reward myself for this month of agony with a post-PICU present. two very enticing options came to mind immediately: this graceful beauty: or this impossibly nerdy pile of plastic:…
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waking up and having the sun be out? completely wonderful. i’m not going to pretend that i will be able to erase my sleep debt with just 2 solid nights, but i certainly feel…
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if i could do what she is doing in order to express the exuberant JOY i am feeling right now about not having to set foot anywhere near the PICU for the next 56…