Doesn't it feel like you always get a referral when you least want one? Like when you're sooo tired because you just saw a kajillion patients at your out patient clinic today and you weren't able to grab breakfast and it's already past one and you haven't eaten lunch yet... or you haven't slept one wink the entire night because just when you're about to enter rem, the phone rings and guess who they're looking for, and you're just sooo tired because you spent the night before cramming your research paper/proposal/report that you had to submit earlier today but then the deadline had been moved to tuesday but nobody told you... or, you know, you're stuck in the loo because you have lbm.
Sometimes don't you wish your phone had a callback feature that tells the person calling or texting that this just isn't a good time and could they call back in maybe five minutes? You're not avoiding them, you just want a few minutes of respite because you really deserve it. You didn't even shout at that person who has got to be the stupidest most annoying person in the entire hospital even when you really really reallly wanted to damn it.
So maybe you'll win the lotto. Yes 600 million bucks should do nicely for all your sacrifice. It's just fair, isn't it?
Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Just when you thought...
Just when you thought you'd gotten out... it just pulls you back in.
Roll back to maybe 5 years ago... or more. Back when I had waaaay more free time and an allowance. Back when I used to spend all my free time playing games.
And yesterday is back. Yesterday is making a revival. And yesterday is eating up all my sleeping time. Yes, this is why I go in every morning slightly groggy. Or stuporous.Choose one. Maybe open up a thesaurus and choose some other word. Or better yet, use word's thesaurus function. Always loved that way back in college when we had to churn out 3-4 papers a week on whatever the prof wanted us to write about. Sometimes, I had to come up with 3 separate papers on the same thing... and they all had to be different because I had enrolled in 4 different classes with the same prof. whoopee doo. Lucky me. yech. So there you go... using the same basic idea, how to recycle something simple into 3 papers using all new, all different words. Just so.
SO where were we? Yes back to playing games during my free time. Which I find I have less and less of as the years pass. And It's like I'm 10 years younger, still playing the same game, waiting for my friends to login.
And you thought you'd gotten over it.
But you haven't. You can never get out. NEVER.
Roll back to maybe 5 years ago... or more. Back when I had waaaay more free time and an allowance. Back when I used to spend all my free time playing games.
And yesterday is back. Yesterday is making a revival. And yesterday is eating up all my sleeping time. Yes, this is why I go in every morning slightly groggy. Or stuporous.Choose one. Maybe open up a thesaurus and choose some other word. Or better yet, use word's thesaurus function. Always loved that way back in college when we had to churn out 3-4 papers a week on whatever the prof wanted us to write about. Sometimes, I had to come up with 3 separate papers on the same thing... and they all had to be different because I had enrolled in 4 different classes with the same prof. whoopee doo. Lucky me. yech. So there you go... using the same basic idea, how to recycle something simple into 3 papers using all new, all different words. Just so.
SO where were we? Yes back to playing games during my free time. Which I find I have less and less of as the years pass. And It's like I'm 10 years younger, still playing the same game, waiting for my friends to login.
And you thought you'd gotten over it.
But you haven't. You can never get out. NEVER.
What was that again?
Do you think it means something that you can't remember what title your blog goes by?
That you can't remember what set of words you used to come up with that title that's supposed to grab people by the gonads and draw them in? It means you created a blog, made one entry and then just promptly forgotten all about it.
And what does that mean in the whole scheme of things?
That I ought to get a clue.
Maybe start over. At least that's makes for a better excuse.
That you can't remember what set of words you used to come up with that title that's supposed to grab people by the gonads and draw them in? It means you created a blog, made one entry and then just promptly forgotten all about it.
And what does that mean in the whole scheme of things?
That I ought to get a clue.
Maybe start over. At least that's makes for a better excuse.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Whys and Wherefores...
Because I don't blog often... I have decided to make yet another blog that I won't be updating.
I just get these great ideas all of a sudden that I have to do something about... and they just forget about them 5 minutes from now.
Let's see what happens, shall we?
I just get these great ideas all of a sudden that I have to do something about... and they just forget about them 5 minutes from now.
Let's see what happens, shall we?
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