Sunday, May 30, 2010

From Beta Blockers To Hurling Myself Out Of

Airplanes. Yes, I'm going skydiving tomorrow. Fear? Check.

Eee gad. What's next? Oh, yeah, that chem exam I have yet to really prepare for is on Thursday.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Apparenty, I'm Funny...

Another contract opportunity has come up for me, this one at a large medical type company that is world renown. The contracting company asked if I'd ever heard of it. Outwardly, I said of course; inwardly, I thought and told a friend of mine, "No, I live in miles beneath the surface of the Earth, underneath granite in a cave with bats where my leg hair has gotten so long, I can braid it" where upon, I apparently, grabbed my club.

My friend thinks I'm funny. I don't think he understands that I come from Viking heritage where we women braid our hair, drag our men by the scruffs of their necks back to our caves making them scrub the walls with the tail feathers of our latest kill.

The sense of humor is back. I see the light, it is not a train... it is not a reflection of the latest Tsunami to hit my life, it is not a hurricane brewing off the coast of my life, it is the light after a long, dark spell.

Sailing on Thursday night reminded me of a life I lived so long ago, where the troubles of the day left with the breezes in the wind, where the issues to be dealt with are meaningless and life seems so simple.

Oh yea, I'm not giving up the dream but I'm ever thankful, my sense of humor has come back home... lost, not forgotten and surely missed.

BTW, Storm had the zoomies ~ the very best sign of a happy, healthy, LIVING, great dane! Even more reason to smile and laugh and enjoy life again!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Physicians Leaving Clinics

Rural cities have a hard time finding physicians wanting to practice there, let alone stay for an entire career. One might think large conglomerate health care chains would realize the value these physicians offer to the local patient and the community support that rallies behind these same physicians.

As many of you know, I shadow a rural family physician, or should say, I did. As inkled to me last fall, he was unhappy and so were several of his partners. I *knew* a change was coming and so it did.

He and 4 other physicians, practicing in this very small town along a very scenic riverway, have given their notice they are leaving the clinic. Fed up with the nightmare a behemoth healthcare chain creates, fed up with the mounds of inane paperwork that have nothing to do with treating patients or getting reimbursed from insurance companies, irritated with the bureaucratic monolithic appetite for financial wealth of the conglomerate, they have left.

It has been a hard few weeks for that tiny community ... and for me, as my shadowing opportunity went "poof" ...

Can only imagine what blObamacare will do... but I digress.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Storm's Post Surgery Pics

Storm, wondering why he feels like crap, 3 days post bloat/torsion surgery.

Storm's incision, 3 days post-op

You can see the length of the incision - from stem to stern.

Typical Great Dane sleeping position, he's got his feet in the air! This is when I *knew* he might actually pull through;

There is no better sign of a healthy great dane than one looking like this - completely, utterly at peace, upside down, feet in the air, stretching out.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Official Incomplete


I had to. Professor and lab instructor actually encouraged me to take their offering of completing the work after school is officially over. So, I am.

The schedule is in place. I will hit it.

This weekend finalizing lab reports and writing paper.

Monday finishing up take home quizzes.

Tuesday is final exam prep with the professor which can't hurt no matter that I won't take it until June.

Rest of this week and next, studying for the 3rd exam that I missed. And hoping that the contract comes through for summer which will pay for all of next year when I can just be a student - not working, not bound to a house that is decaying.

My lab instructor called me in yesterday. I wondered what trouble (haha) I'd gotten into.

She said for the first time I looked rested and the spark was in my eyes again. The professor stopped by, he said I looked like I'd turned a corner.

I have. I feel pretty damn great! And soon, I'll be done with g-chem, working on a contract, and registered for next fall.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Moving Sale - Tuition

Starting Friday I was in mid-moving sale mode. Twenty years of accumulated crap:

3 mowers
4 weed wackers
2 leaf blowers
2 extra sofas
1 sofa used by dogs in guest house kennel
plant pottery X 100
books, more books, and then books after that (this after I sold 7 cases of books to local reseller)
3 stereo receivers
4 CD players
2 DVD players
1 VHS (hahahaha - do any of you remember those???)
8 mm video camera
golf clubs X 2
3 golf bags
4 oversized suitcases (Tumi, Dakota, Briggs & Riley)
17 purses (Cole Haan, Marc Jacobs, Longchamp, Prada, you get the picture)
you're getting the idea, aren't you...

It was cold the day of the sale. My parents like troopers they are continued to help. I brought an electric heater for the garage so where my mom sat, at least she would be warm.

People came, alright. Nosy neighbors who have no class wanting to know this and that. Nosy neighbors who stood by hoping to hear a tid-bit that would answer their "questions"... one neighbor I have not seen in 5 years stopped by and stood there, watching, listening. One actually asked if I was able to take my dogs with me.

Really? Why wouldn't I? None of them had been told about my situation. Nosy.

One sent their 13 year old daughter up to ask, "So who are our new neighbors going to be?"

Another inquired, "Did you sell it? or are you auctioning it off?"

Nosy, classless.

Finally, the moving sale day ended with a man who said he'd buy out all the remained (7 tables full, and a lawn full of dog kennels, coolers, etc etc etc). Said he'd call me at 8 on Sunday to set arrangements to buy and pick it all up.

He is the local junk guy. He owns an old station that he converts to storage and sales once a month or so. I had no doubts and him buying all the left over crap (ALL of it) was a godsend. So, thinking this was a good thing, no matter how little he offered, I canceled my movers.

He called at 8. I met him at 9. At 9:02 he informed me that after yesterday he had no room in his storage/sale space because he'd gotten the bid on an estate that had been vacant for two years. He was very sorry that he had put me in such a predicament. We talked, I know he had no clue what he'd just done to my day.

Within an hour I had a truck rented, my son awake, my parents enroute.

At 4:30 AM this morning, I was out of my old house.

But that is not really the story of all this. The real story, the real day brightener was another man.

Tom. Tom happened by on moving sale day to buy odds/ends, and talk, and laugh. He was very pleasant. His dad owns the largest Cadillac dealership in the 5 state area. We talked about my old Caddy, we talked about this and that.

Turns out he is a Mason. My dad's a Mason. I'm a Job's Daughter.

He wondered if I needed help with any of the hostas that I was going to splice. They were overgrown and I might as well take some with me. He said he'd come back on Sunday to dig some up.

Tom is friends with the local junk dealer and arrived shortly after 2:30 and asked how it was going. I told him to give his friend some friendly grief. Tom asked what for, I told him.

Tom then stayed until 8:30 last night helping my son and I load the truck, get rid of the old furniture at his family's dealership, took the hazardous paints, etc to the local site, brought his own trailer to haul out the yuckola sofa that the dogs used.

He brought his son for a couple of hours to help load his own truck. He dug up the hostas. He made us all laugh... and honestly, I owe him far more than what he got from me during the sale.

I kept asking him why he was helping me. His response was only that I needed someone to step in and help, that if he were in a similar predicament, or someone else was, that I would do the same.

He is right, of course. It is easy for me to give to others and yet I have a hard time accepting help especially from a complete and total stranger.

My heartfelt thanks to Tom M. of the Cadillac dealership in a northern suburb of Minneapolis.

And as Paul Harvey once said, now you know the rest of the story!!

(P.S. Those nosy, classless neighbors of mine who were so interested in what was happening with my house, my dogs, my family? Not one offered to help. After 10 years. Not one. As Garret and I left the house, we said goodbye to the house that is rapidly decaying and not one tear was shed. Onward, upward!)

Thursday, May 6, 2010


so very far behind.

Last week my own physician said I needed to slow down, sleep, eat, and relax. Exhaustion. I knew what that meant in my own mind, but not in a clinical manner. My health was failing because of the stress. Emotionally, I was a wreak. The toll of the house, the dog, the car, the son, the job, the grades, the money, the class, the test, the parents, the money owed the parents, the other car, the legal issues, and the other dogs was immense. Imploding.

What helps when days turn into weeks and those turn into two years?

First, a physician who writes a letter excusing me from said exam so I could focus on healing inside, as well as out. My letter said no exam, the professor said take an incomplete. I am.

Second, a blog writer who has a keen sense of making me spew diet coke out my nose at odd times through odd means... If I am admitted to the sacred club, I hope I can be as funny as he.

Third, a good run... pop in some iTunes, some Mellencamp (Authority Song, if you must know), Eagles, and Elton.

I'm behind now two exams (3rd mid-term, and the final which I won't take until June), homework problems that add points to grade, extra credit that adds points to grade, and take-home quizzes, not to mention lab reports. I think with all that turned in, tests done well, I can end up with a solid "A"... I'm hoping so, at least.

Summer is coming. Like Dr. Ella I will be in school whilst my peers are enjoying boat rides on the lake, and bike rides around it.

Oh well. I'm alive. Storm is alive (and eating). Life is good!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Next Steps...

Test looming that I was excused from last week.

House is finally no longer my concern. I can be out whenever but have chosen this weekend to have the final moving sale, and move the rest of my junk. It is weird being there:

I thought I would feel more but I feel nothing. The house is freaking huge. Garret, my son, and I went to get things ready for the moving sale. He and I both laughed later saying the house was ginormous. Kind of brings home that I won't ever need that kind of home again. It never felt like home, despite all the memories I have living there.

The old house smells like my son and I... the new house kind of reeks at times and I can't seem to locate the reason to get rid of it. It also, not sure I mentioned this before, had a 8912849132849" centipede on the wall one night while watching a movie.

Garret killed the ugly thing... I think. We couldn't find the carapace to hoover it.

So, I move onward. Chemistry will be over sometime in June. I'm taking an incomplete given all that transpired during last 3 weeks and finishing up late. Organic will await me this summer unless the contract comes through, in which case I'll take biology.

One step at a time. No need to rush through this. With all that I've been through, dealt with, going to school and just being a student should be a piece of cake.

Looking very much forward to the next step in my journey!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Is It Bad...

That I went to a really funny movie this weekend, laughed so hard I think I spit the diet coke up my nose, and enjoyed the really socially improper, politically incorrect humor?

Is that part of taking on the doctor role as well? One can no longer laugh at people who openly poke fun at themselves in those ways?

OMG it was hilarious and I really, really needed a good, strong, from deep within belly laugh.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

OMGosh - Funny Dane Video

These are not mine but I'm not sure what is funnier, the guy's narration and direction to the dogs, or the dogs utterly and completely ignoring him.

No dogs were hurt in the shooting of this video.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

In Honor Of Storm (Harrel's Stormin' Norman)

A shout out to the troops overseas (I'm late to this party!!)

And the original: WARNING: (NSFW)

He Ate

Title says it all. Boiled chicken, whole wheat bread. He ate.... omgosh, he ate!!