March 2, 2010

  • Randomness, oh all right- mostly work stuff

    Today marks the sixth time my work space has been moved. I am now esconced in- drum roll, please! The drug sample closet. It's not so much a closet as an 8 by 12 foot room devoted to samples and the refrigerator full of vaccines and insulin. I now occupy the area in the northern corner with a cork board and two adjustable shelves. To keep me from feeling isolated, the door that is unlocked only with typed in codes is propped open during the day. Oh, and just for a little ambience, my boss brought in a wrought iron lamp that sits on the other side of the formica barrier board. There is no good feng shui to the with that lamp. At least now I can hear my phone calls through my head set. All I did during the meeting was request that we turn down the radio in the nurse's station and suddenly people are brainstorming other places where my work station can be located. So today I end up in the drug room. At least I can fart in there and not worry about anyone hearing.

    Speaking of work, one of the docs is on vacation for the next two weeks. So far the staffing is working out, but I feel like I hold my breath hoping to have enough spaces with our only nurse practitioner who does pediatrics. Before he came along, we had to send pediatrics under fourteen to one of our affiliate health centers one half hour away. That didn't always go over so well with the parents of some of the kids. And some of them just flat out couldn't afford to make the hour's round trip because they couldn't scrape together the gas money.

    I'm sure there's something else to write about, but for the life of me I can't think of what it was at work.

    I found my therapist on Facebook today. There's a picture of her in the middle of a hike. She looks absolutely happy as can be. Alone with a back pack on the edge of the Grand Canyon. I admire her ability to embrace life and hike like that.  She's a good role model. If it weren't for the work I've done with her I wouldn't have been able to do a lot of things in this life of mine. 

    Why do fiber bars make one so horribly flatulent? I'm enjoying what fiber has done for my high density lipids, but it's reeking (emphasis on REEK) havoc with my digestive tract. Perhaps if I drank more water? Increased my fiber intake some more to increase transit time? I don't know. And, why, all of a sudden, do I have one area on my arm that looked mole like now itching and bleeding a little? Yes, I know, get them checked. But my doc is out of town for a couple of weeks, so it will have to wait a bit. I'm pretty sure that one can be frozen off.

    Blessings abound