Do you know what me and Adam did this weekend? Whatever we wanted to.
I didn't set an alarm, had nowhere to be, and loved every second of it.
We took the time to make ourselves a homemade breakfast (at noon) and meandered over to the pool for the afternoon.
When we got back home we took naps. Totally unnecessary naps. Because we wanted to.
We watched movies, spent time enjoying each others company, and chose to ignore the clothes that still need to be hung up from the move.
It was glorious.
Tomorrow I will wake up early, go to work, and do something productive. But tonight, in this moment, I choose to do nothing.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
What do you call a guy with two black eyes?
I just finished my first week as a resident at the VA. The first two days were long, drawn out days of orientation. Wednesday we (me and two other residents) actually started our work in the pharmacy.
I felt like a kid on Christmas when my boss handed me my crisp, long, white jacket with "PharmD" embroidered on it.
We also got pagers. Am I important to have a pager? Apparently someone thinks so. I promise I will try to hide my surprise and/or fear the first time it goes off.
Last but not least, we have an office... with a phone extension... you know, so people can get in touch with me if they need to. Eeeeek!
My pharmacy orientation started with learning how to process new admissions to the hospital. My job was to go over the patient's old meds, compare them with their new hospital meds, and make sure everything matched up. This includes a patient interview. I took a deep breath and took the stairs to the 3rd floor to talk to a patient. I was extremely nervous.
I walk in to the room and ask patient X if he was indeed patient X. He nods and beckons me to come closer to his bedside. I scoot closer. He motions me to come even closer. I am awaiting a question I can't answer or some fantastic revelation.
Patient X: "Do you know what you tell a guy with two black eyes?"
Me: "No, sir."
Patient X: "Nothing. He's already been told twice."
I think I am going to like this place.
I felt like a kid on Christmas when my boss handed me my crisp, long, white jacket with "PharmD" embroidered on it.
We also got pagers. Am I important to have a pager? Apparently someone thinks so. I promise I will try to hide my surprise and/or fear the first time it goes off.
Last but not least, we have an office... with a phone extension... you know, so people can get in touch with me if they need to. Eeeeek!
My pharmacy orientation started with learning how to process new admissions to the hospital. My job was to go over the patient's old meds, compare them with their new hospital meds, and make sure everything matched up. This includes a patient interview. I took a deep breath and took the stairs to the 3rd floor to talk to a patient. I was extremely nervous.
I walk in to the room and ask patient X if he was indeed patient X. He nods and beckons me to come closer to his bedside. I scoot closer. He motions me to come even closer. I am awaiting a question I can't answer or some fantastic revelation.
Patient X: "Do you know what you tell a guy with two black eyes?"
Me: "No, sir."
Patient X: "Nothing. He's already been told twice."
I think I am going to like this place.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Destination Kentucky
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” - Martin Buber
My journey has been a long one.
It began in Nebraska where my parents never thought I would leave my undergraduate college. I did.... 6 years later.
Shortly after I graduated I got the phone call that I had been waiting on for 2 years. "Are you still interested in our program? We have a spot for you." That southern voice on the other end of the line filled me with joy. I had gotten accepted to pharmacy school. Panic set in when I realized I was going to be moving ten days later to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. With the support of my parents and friends back home I packed my tiny car full of clothes and I left.
I was goal driven when I arrived in Savannah. I wasn't concerned about finding friends or the love of my life - I wanted to get my degree and get back home to what I knew. Then I met Maria, Heather, Amanda, and Chasity. There was also a gentleman who caught my eye. Over the course of 3 years I endured stress like I had never known. I also felt support like I had never known. The network of my parents, my closest friends back home (Amina, Anna, Erica, Andrea....), my new Savannah family, and a muddle or two helped me make it through every day.
Graduation almost seemed to sneak up on me this time around. Was I headed home? Nope. Next up: Kentucky. Yes, Kentucky. Never in a million years would I have ever suggested to anyone that I would end up anywhere but Omaha. Once again, my support system kept me going, specifically my parents. I couldn't have done any of this without them. They donated so much time, energy, and funding to get me to this point.
So now I sit in Lexington, KY with the guy who keeps me sane and a cat who likes to slam cupboards open and closed. I have a fantastic new job as a resident and I am looking forward to discovering what the next few years have to throw at me.
Bring it on world, I am ready for the ride.
My journey has been a long one.
It began in Nebraska where my parents never thought I would leave my undergraduate college. I did.... 6 years later.
Shortly after I graduated I got the phone call that I had been waiting on for 2 years. "Are you still interested in our program? We have a spot for you." That southern voice on the other end of the line filled me with joy. I had gotten accepted to pharmacy school. Panic set in when I realized I was going to be moving ten days later to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. With the support of my parents and friends back home I packed my tiny car full of clothes and I left.
I was goal driven when I arrived in Savannah. I wasn't concerned about finding friends or the love of my life - I wanted to get my degree and get back home to what I knew. Then I met Maria, Heather, Amanda, and Chasity. There was also a gentleman who caught my eye. Over the course of 3 years I endured stress like I had never known. I also felt support like I had never known. The network of my parents, my closest friends back home (Amina, Anna, Erica, Andrea....), my new Savannah family, and a muddle or two helped me make it through every day.
Graduation almost seemed to sneak up on me this time around. Was I headed home? Nope. Next up: Kentucky. Yes, Kentucky. Never in a million years would I have ever suggested to anyone that I would end up anywhere but Omaha. Once again, my support system kept me going, specifically my parents. I couldn't have done any of this without them. They donated so much time, energy, and funding to get me to this point.
So now I sit in Lexington, KY with the guy who keeps me sane and a cat who likes to slam cupboards open and closed. I have a fantastic new job as a resident and I am looking forward to discovering what the next few years have to throw at me.
Bring it on world, I am ready for the ride.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sneaky rays of light
Sunburns sneak up on you. Just when you think you have them figured out, they maneuver around your SPF and leave you with an evening destined for aloe and air conditioning.
Sunday afternoon I went to the College World Series and as we arrived I pointed out the fools that got into a fight with the sun on Saturday and lost. People were passing out sunblock in handy packets so I grabbed one for later - Adam would need it eventually, I thought. As the day wore on, he finally put some on. I did not.
I checked my shoulders for lines and thought I was safe from mother nature's wrath. I still didn't apply the sunscreen. Looking to my right my mom was burning to a crisp and my dad's knees were starting to turn rosy. Yet, still I was too cool for sunscreen.
I'm home now.... sunburned like the rest. Dangit!
Sunday afternoon I went to the College World Series and as we arrived I pointed out the fools that got into a fight with the sun on Saturday and lost. People were passing out sunblock in handy packets so I grabbed one for later - Adam would need it eventually, I thought. As the day wore on, he finally put some on. I did not.
I checked my shoulders for lines and thought I was safe from mother nature's wrath. I still didn't apply the sunscreen. Looking to my right my mom was burning to a crisp and my dad's knees were starting to turn rosy. Yet, still I was too cool for sunscreen.
I'm home now.... sunburned like the rest. Dangit!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Bittersweet
Today marked my last day of clinical rotations.
5 1/2 years ago I began my quest to be a pharmacist. I interviewed at a local chain pharmacy and they hired me. (Why, I'm not quite sure - I had pink eye and looked really cool.)
They saw all of my ups and downs - When I initially applied to pharmacy schools I got rejection letters. They urged me to keep trying and I was as determined as ever. This time, I wasn't going to take no for an answer - I applied to 7 schools. The rejection letters started coming again, but they supported me and told me the right place would come along. Sure enough I was eventually accepted. After calling my parents, I called work. They could barely understand me through my excited sobs. They wished me luck and welcomed me back with open arms every holiday break.
Today I took off my original lab coat for the last time as a student. I guess it was supposed to feel like a giant weight had been lifted, but it was a little bittersweet. My co-workers had a party day complete with amazing coffee cake and pizza. At the close of the day they gifted me with some dishes so I didn't have to eat off of paper plates once I got to Lexington. I gave hugs all around and when I got to the last one I burst into tears. It's not like I will never see them again, but I closed a chapter of my life. And they were there to see all of it.
To my co-workers (you know who you are): Thank you.
5 1/2 years ago I began my quest to be a pharmacist. I interviewed at a local chain pharmacy and they hired me. (Why, I'm not quite sure - I had pink eye and looked really cool.)
They saw all of my ups and downs - When I initially applied to pharmacy schools I got rejection letters. They urged me to keep trying and I was as determined as ever. This time, I wasn't going to take no for an answer - I applied to 7 schools. The rejection letters started coming again, but they supported me and told me the right place would come along. Sure enough I was eventually accepted. After calling my parents, I called work. They could barely understand me through my excited sobs. They wished me luck and welcomed me back with open arms every holiday break.
Today I took off my original lab coat for the last time as a student. I guess it was supposed to feel like a giant weight had been lifted, but it was a little bittersweet. My co-workers had a party day complete with amazing coffee cake and pizza. At the close of the day they gifted me with some dishes so I didn't have to eat off of paper plates once I got to Lexington. I gave hugs all around and when I got to the last one I burst into tears. It's not like I will never see them again, but I closed a chapter of my life. And they were there to see all of it.
To my co-workers (you know who you are): Thank you.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Movin' on up - hand me on down
Three years ago when I started pharmacy school I had all of these grand ideas about what would happen when I graduated and I was "rolling in money."
Now I am 15 days away from graduation and money is not raining down on me like my imagination would lead me to believe. It turns out that moving is expensive. Licensing is expensive. And furnishing our empty townhouse is, well, really expensive.
So, Adam and I have done some shopping at the best store ever: my parents' house.
They have been ever so generous and we are able to furnish our new place with some of the old furniture that I grew up with that has since found its home in the basement. I am trying to keep an open mind and not be picky because in my head my new home was decorated like it came straight out of a Pottery Barn magazine. Now it will just take some creativity. Cheap creativity.
Most of the stuff is great. And then there is the pink floral living room set.
They are incredibly comfortable.
But they are pink.
And floral.
Anyone have any ideas on how to accessorize these bad boys and tone down the Pepto-ness?
Now I am 15 days away from graduation and money is not raining down on me like my imagination would lead me to believe. It turns out that moving is expensive. Licensing is expensive. And furnishing our empty townhouse is, well, really expensive.
So, Adam and I have done some shopping at the best store ever: my parents' house.
They have been ever so generous and we are able to furnish our new place with some of the old furniture that I grew up with that has since found its home in the basement. I am trying to keep an open mind and not be picky because in my head my new home was decorated like it came straight out of a Pottery Barn magazine. Now it will just take some creativity. Cheap creativity.
Most of the stuff is great. And then there is the pink floral living room set.
They are incredibly comfortable.
But they are pink.
And floral.
Anyone have any ideas on how to accessorize these bad boys and tone down the Pepto-ness?
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