tut, tut, looks like rain
my entire 430am drive to the hospital was lit up by lightning flashes and punctuated by overly loud thunder clapping. if that wasn’t enough, there was a torrential downpour and many many crazy drivers. i hate the 909. at one point, a giant truck sped by and covered my windshield with water so thick i couldn’t see for a good 30 seconds– i hit the brakes and prayed i wouldn’t hit anything.
and now, for the list of things i’d write about if i wasn’t so lazy/tired:
- pregnant woman with a C5 pedical fracture
- post spinal anesthesia headache
- woman without uterus, but with a rectocele and cystocele, whose vaginal walls kept collapsing into my speculum during the exam
- a “pessary”
- polyhydraminos diagnosed via AFI
- lunchtime seminar on copper IUDs in which i got to practice placing one, and got to take one home as a lovely parting gift.
- morbidly obese spanish-speaking pap smear.
- angry, godfather-like doctor who beligerently pimped the residents
it’s wierd how a 27 hour shift makes a 12 hour shift seem like a light day. well, that, and a catered lunch complete with cookies and copper IUD insertion demonstrations. woo.
the kids and i were talking about tennis in the morning before pre-op conference… which reminded me that i have my tennis racquet in my car… and prompted me to head over to the club after dinner and smack a few balls around. my hand hurts now… but i have new glistening white tennis shoes. that makes it all better.
