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| Some GI humor... Okay so those of you who know me from waaaaay back when and the origins of my nickname "GQ" will really appreciate this entry. I'm doing my 6 week elective on the gastroenterology service, learning how to do colonoscopies and upper endoscopies. For those who aren't so well acquainted with the medical world, a colonoscopy is a diagnostic test where a fiberoptic (i think) scope is placed into a patient's rectum and advanced up through the colon so that it can be examined from the inside. Well, during this test, a lot of air is introduced into the colon to expand it so that all the nooks and crannies can be examined (looking specifically for little outpouchings called polyps, which can be a preliminary form of cancer). Well, all that air has to go SOMEwhere...so you can imagine what a funny racket of noise patients create when they are in the post-procedure area ridding themselves of all that extra air...i just about cracked up laughing the other day when i started hearing them pass gas. Once they get started, there's no stopping them! And i've noticed one other thing, little old ladies tend to pass the most gas of them all! Particularly DURING the procedure when they've been given some sedating medications...i dunno if it just makes them lose all their inhibitions or if their rectal tone is just decreased from age, but man, there was one little old lady who just passed gas like there was no tomorrow the entire time the scope was in her colon (some loooooooong drawn out farts, some diarrhea sounding farts, some really LOUD farts). hahahahhaah. i wish you could have been there. it's much funnier in person. anyways, when i get to that age and i'm having my colonoscopy done, i'm sure i'll make you all proud of my gas-releasing abilities. :) | | |
| YO YO YO So I'm well into my 3rd year now, and obviously this last xanga hiatus has been a long one. i know xanga isn't the It thing anymore so who knows if anyone is even reading this, so if you are, i know you care. :) Somebody recently encouraged me to post something new to off-set my last Angry Little Asian Girl post (or ALAG as i refered to myself one day in hashing things out with an ICU nurse). i am now no longer so angry, you will be HapPy to hear. And life is actually going pretty darn well. The fact that I am still physically present in lil c-town, plugging away at the surgery thing is a tribute to God's grace and faithfulness. TRULY i say to you, if God was not behind this whole completing the good work that He started thang, i would have quit a long long time ago, many times over in fact. There really is something to what James talks about in chapter 1 --- considering our trials and faith testing pure joy, knowing that they will produce perseverance, leading ultimately to maturity and all that good shtuff, so we'll prepared for the good works we're made for. Not that i'm mature by any means...well, i do have a few more gray hairs which i like to consider distinguished :P News flash - i'm thinking more and more that my make-up has destined me to at least try to get into a plastics fellowship, and perhaps specialize in hand surgery from there. i'm way anal and particular about my wound closures in the OR, and usually the general surgeons are gettin' on my case to hurry things along while i carefully and critically evaluate my work. :) It's encouraging to me to know that my favorite plastic surgery attending here (who is widely known for being meticulous about his surgery and having excellent results and very happy patients) was not exactly lauded for his speed in operating while in training (or currently) either. And if I can be like him, I will be pleased. Of course, this means more years in training (2 or 3, depending on if i then decide to do hand) and further delay before i actually make it to the missions field. So if you could pray for me regarding this career option, please do. And overall, i'm on my way to becoming more like the person i wanted to be and envisioned myself being, thanks to some help from my trusty former roommate shelahspeak. What would i ever do without her? She's helped kick my butt in line so SO many times, and she did it again recently in her tough-yet-gentle manner. I think i've finally figured out the key to my misery for the past 2 and a half years here, and life is definitely looking brighter. If interested, you'll have to email or call me because i like having personal contact with yous all better anyways. :) Til the next time... | | |
| I'm enjoying the last few days of my vacation in sunny cali. Actually, when i first got here, it was rainy and cool, and my good friend seeingbeyond so kindly attributed the cause of the weather to my arrival. :p But it's brightened up considerably and i'm absolutely roving it! It has been SOOOOO nice to just do things like sit at border's and READ, non-medical books. So you're thinking "what the hay were you doing at borders while you were in california?!" To which i say, i am so easily amused coming from lil c-town that borders is a treat, anywhere, period!
Today i tried to do the sun-bathing thing but got too impatient waiting for my skin to tan and just sittin' around doing nothing, so i gave up after about an hour. :P
and to continue randomly jumping from topic to topic, i have some new resolves for returning to work. Lately, i've REALLY been a grump to work with, and i know it. Unfortunately, try as i might, i just seemed to make no progress in changing my attitude and the way i was relating to peops around me. Made several apologies as i felt were necessary, but got sick of hearing myself apologizing for the same thing. Well i've had a lot of time to think and reflect this week, and i don't have any earth-shattering revelations about what i can do to change my attitude. What i can say is i need to get back to the basics of drawing strength from God through daily prayer and b-i-b-l-e reading. My lack of compassion that has surfaced at times is scary, though it also reminds me of how humanly frail i am. i really have no love of my own to give, especially when it's 3 am and i'm getting paged to the ER to do a "trauma consult..." i can so identify with paul when he talks about doing the thing he does not want to do and not doing the thing he wants to do. oh wretched (wo)man that i am!
Keep me on track, peops. Don't be afraid to call me out if you hear me talkin' with a stinky attitude.
that's all, folks.
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| SNOW SNOW SNOW! With snow car monsters (i don't know which car is mine!), snowbanks taller than me, pretty quaint c-town covered in it, and a Code White in effect for little old bassett. (200 employees are staying overnight because they can't get home or get back in time for work tomorrow...) Aughh, frolicking in the snow makes me feel like a kid again...not that i don't still act like one anyways :) Life is good. i think i'll try to go snowmobiling and/or cross-country skiing when i get a chance. This weekend, the craziest are doing the polar bear jump (jumping into a nearby lake as a charity for health needs of some local people). and it's Chinese New year's, which i forgot until someone reminded me a few days ago. Don't know how i'm going to celebrate yet, we'll see. and Happy Valentine's day to all! Spread a lil loooooooooooove around ya.  | | |
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