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And then I came home at 10am, and I meant to sleep until about 4pm. And I slept until 6. I think the plan in the future needs to be getting things done as soon as I get home, because I was actually functional then, and then napping to my heart's content.
I still need to work on making decisions without checking everything with my senior resident first. I'm still asking about most things, and I'm at a place where I need to start having some confidence in my clinical judgment.
This job is pretty awesome.
In fact, I'm alive, and I'm a fourth year now. Can you believe it? I finished up my third year with a whirlwind five weeks of OB/Gyn, which was actually very interesting, despite my serious case of senioritis at the end of the year.
And now I'm I sub-intern (Sub-I)! I'm working at the children's hospital, and I'm essentially an intern for the next month. I have all the responsibilities of an intern, except I'm not allowed to take call by myself or write prescriptions. For some patients, in other words, I'm their primary doctor while they're in the hospital.
It's amazing. I've gone from writing notes and studying for tests to answering pages from nurses when patients have fevers or can't breathe. I'm making decisions and using clinical judgement in ways I never have before. And yes, I have supervision (thank goodness) but I'm really learning how to do it on my own.
Incredible.
12:22 Shake Shack at the Pride Parade. Perfect day? Quite possibly.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter11:38 I could be productive on this lazy Saturday, but I think I'm pretty content for now to keep being lazy.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter14:09 Third year is officially over. I can barely believe it.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter16:56 It's the final shelf. Which is good, because I think I've only got one more left in me.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter18:05 I slept all day. This is what happens to my post-call productivity.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter07:41 Arriving for a long shift to realize I left my coffee at home. Not the most auspicious start.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter23:21 Baby count: 4! One more boy! 9 hours to go...
07:23 Another two boys! That's 6 boys and one girl tonight. 3 by c/s. 40 minutes to go
07:30 Correction. Five boys and one girl. Six beautiful babies in all!
07:31 @dooce Congratulations! I was delivering babies in NYC tonight - your little one has some birthday friends on the east coast.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter11:28 Hour 3.5/24. No babies yet.
21:42 Hour 14/24. Baby count so far: 3! 2 boys, 1 girl. 2 nsvd, 1 c/s. 10 hours to go.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter11:44 Waiting around doing nothing but I'm still not allowed to go take a nap. Sigh.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter22:05 Why does this wonderful weekend have to end?
22:11 @DrOttematic. Don't know if you've seen this Diamond Age news... bit.ly/1P1q1
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter05:00 At work until 10pm. Back to work by 5:30am. In what universe is this ok?
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitterI decided to try something a little more complicated than usual, so I made some cupcakes that I'd seen on one of my favorite cupcake websites (yes, I have several) How to Eat a Cupcake. You should check out the site, by the way. It's excellent, and all recipes are sorted by cupcake and also by frosting recipe.
I'd never made a fully cooked swiss meringue buttercream before, and I wasn't sure how it would come out. I'd always made the easier butter-and-confectioner's sugar fake buttercreams. Well, no longer. This was amazing.
I'd also never made caramel from scratch before. I'm so glad it worked.
And so, without further ado, I present:
( Brown sugar vanilla cupcakes with salted caramel swiss meringue buttercream (and caramel drizzle) )
To sum up...Mmmmmmmm....cupcakes
10:36 Good morning, hangover. How nice to have you in my brain today.
17:54 Salted caramel cupcakes -check. Caramel sauce - check. Caramel swiss meringue buttercream - pending.
20:34 Caramel swiss meringue buttercream - check.
21:32 twitpic.com/5te3j - And voila! Brown sugar vanilla cupcakes with salted caramel swiss meringue buttercream and caramel drizzle. S ...
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter17:37 Had such plans to exercise today. 3 major blisters on my feet later, and I'm thinking it doesn't look likely.
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitterMy real, legal name is Barbara (Middle Name) (Last Name). Lorrie is a nickname I have gone by since day one. No one I know has ever called me Barbara, except by accident, usually on the first day of school. Lorrie is not my middle name (though they have similarities). I am named after my mother and my grandmother. My grandmother does not care whether I like my name ("Oh, honey, you'll always be my little Lor-Lor") but my mother does. A lot ("When I christened you in honor of our family...").
I have never made a secret of being much fonder of Lorrie than of Barbara. In fact, I have hated the name Barbara since I was very small. This makes my mother sad. I love the name Lorrie. It is who I am.
So here's the problem:
Every etiquette book ever written says that on my wedding invitation my name must read "Barbara (Middle Name)". This is what my mother wants. This will not happen. Nobody will know whose wedding it is.
I say, screw the etiquette books. I want Lorrie in there. I'd really prefer to put just Lorrie.
However, we are writing out Martin's whole name. My mother is furious, and we've already had a huge fight over it.
So the possible compromises are
-Barbara Lorrie
and
-B. Lorrie
I still like Lorrie alone, but now I'm beginning to wonder if that will look a little *too* informal. In my big blow-up fight with my mother, I said that I don't care whether it looks informal or not, but now I'm not so sure. Would the invitations look better if the whole thing is formal and the name is too? Would one informal name just stand out as weird? Keep in mind that the wording of the whole invite is formal (my mother will not budge on this) so it's going to be:
"Mr. and Mrs. (Dad's name) (Last Name) request the honor of your presence and the marriage of their daughter (My Name) to (Martin's full name).
Frankly, I don't think I should have to compromise on this one, and I won't. But I'm now unsure of what *I* want to do.
So I ask you: Lorrie, B. Lorrie, Barbara Lorrie?
What do I do?
09:06 @DrOttematic Haven't yet. But it's on my (very long) list. Maybe I'll bump it up to the top.
09:07 We now have travel plans, table linens, invitations, and cake. This has been the most productive two days ever. And did I mention the cake?
20:05 @certraline twitpic.com/5kyvm - Puppy! puppypuppypuppy
20:07 @certraline (cup)cake!
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