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I labored all day

Cha-ching!!  Hear that?  That’s the sound of the $$ being deposited in my bank account after working a holiday.  Time and a half, yes please! (Sadly, I have a feeling the influx of cash flow on my end is probably barely enough to cover the amount oozing out of my better half while he is living it up in Vegas…) I gave the tropical fruit Larabar another shot (but ONLY for you Julie!) and I’m sorry to say, I still wasn’t a fan.  Want the proof?  I actually threw out the uneaten half.  Now, I’m… Read more >

tofummus

Tofu + chickpeas = tofummus?  It’s honestly the best thing ever.  Hear that Sabra?  Consider this your warning…you MAY have been dethroned. I will hold off on this latest obsession for now… First things first.  Work. It. For some reason the unit was -19 degrees today, which is the rationale I’m using to explain why I ate > 5000 kcals in 20 hours.  Food = warmth, right?  I’m pretty sure Einstein already proved that theory, so I won’t take all the credit.  But in all no seriousness, I had goosebumps and was shivering all morning… Read more >

All aboard the magic bullet train

Remember all of the errands I briefly mentioned yesterday? FINALLY!  I know it’s no food processor, but I wanted something on the less $$ side to tide me over until next year when I hit the kitchen appliance jackpot we register for our wedding. I can’t even TELL you how excited I was to use this baby. Unfortunately, I worked all day (on a Saturday – boo!), so my mind was preoccupied by more pressing matters, but as soon as I was out of the hospital, my mind began racing with all the possibilities.  I… Read more >

Not my finest hour

I woke up at 6:50 am today.  FYI, my shift starts 7.  Uh.  Oops?  After having a mini-stroke, I got my butt in gear and hauled ass to work.  If there’s ONE THING you should know about me, it is this: I HATE CHAOS.  Odd, given my job right?  To be honest, I feel like it is actually this quality of my personality that’s one of the reasons I thrive in the ICU.  I think the constant drive to create order and stability works to my advantage in such an intense setting.  And yet, in… Read more >

12 hours of crazy

Propofol, propofol, so much propofol.  And yet, no amount seemed too much.  I’m not exaggerating when I say this: I gave BEYOND lethal doses of sedatives today, and my patient was still so resistant he spent 12 straight hours trying to extubate himself.  Boy was my patience on trial with this guy.  Fentanyl, Propofol, Methadone, the list goes on and on…and these weren’t ordinary does either…these were kill-Michael-Jackson-and-his-entire-kid-entourage-doses.  OK, sorry for the work rant.  I sometimes use this blog to vent, so I ‘pologize for the medical chatter.  Back to what I really love to… Read more >