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Name: Lisa
Interests: Commercial travel isn't as attractive as general exploring. It's the vibe and culture of the place that is important. I enjoy driving through the backroads and seeing what there is to see. I enjoy music and movies more than I should. Tompaul. I miss reading books because I want to. Often my eyes rebel because I have so much that I am required to read that it zaps the desire and they are constantly at war with each other.
Obsessions in no particular order: Amelia Peabody; lunch boxes; Britney Spears; Fun writing utensils; Celebrity gossip; Making cd mixes; Stationary; Fiesta
Expertise: The use of the word random.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
2/20/2004
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| Tompaul and I have left for our New England trip. We will be staying with Bronwen who we miss dearly.
I will be posting the travel log each day.
306pm Leaving Hertz. The lady who arranged for the car was from northern ireland and had a lovely accent. Unfortunately she was majorly unhelpful. Wouldn't let me drive because in the NE the don't have rules against charging for spouses to drive. We got a "discount" of $11 per day. We said thank you but no thank you after Tompaul gave them a lecture about ethics. Tompaul is driving and I am now dubbed "assistant to the driver."
310 Getting on airport exit to 93N.
Seeing billboard. "The path is alive" from Angels and Demons
312. $3.50 toll to get on 93N
317pm Boston is interesting. Short buildings. Stout steeples. Listening to the long fall back to earth. Good times. Wish we could poke around here but other states are beconing.
326pm Getting on 95N. Gave Bron a call. She is sounding a bit better. . . sort of.
337pm I am hungry! The exit signs remind me of food like salisbry.
351 pm Starting Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as read by Jim Dale
408 pm New Hampshire welcomed us!
421 pm Back on the road.
445pm We decided to go on a quest for Taco Bell. Thanks to blackberry magic we found it.
528 pm Now on 1 back to 95N
533pm Now we are in Maine "The way life should be."
535 pm Visitor Center! Yay another map.
540 pm No maps for us. Visitors Center was closed, but the A frame sure did resemble a church.
545 pm Toll
654 pm caution moose crossing roadway
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| About 2 months ago I was performing a procedure and my attending said, "Lisa, you really should do that with your left hand." My retort was, "Dr. D, I hate my left hand. It is useless and clumsy." Well...now I am sorry.
After coming home from break we were unpacking, I lit the candles on the hearth and after all was said and done, a sheet fell on the candles on the heart and caught on fire.
Tompaul went to grab the fire extinguisher...I went to grab the fire.
Like a dummy I grabbed the flaming sheet, carried it into the kitchen and dumped it into the sink....and poured water on it. At which point I noticed something black on my hand...thinking it was ash I pulled it off...with it my skin. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, which was the first bad sign. After some helpful advice from Don over the phone I went into the burn clinic...3rd degree.
Two days later my hand started to hurt. Tompaul, always optimistic said, "Maybe your nerves are growing back." Or maybe I had cellulitis. I went up to the burn clinic where the attending said to me, "You know what I am going to say..." That I was going to have a scar? "...that I am going to admit you to the hospital for cellulitis of the hand." WHAT? "and you will likely need a skin graft." WHAT? "And that you can't see patient's with an open wound on your hand...for at the least 2 weeks."
"But I am call!" I protested....as I was lead to my room.
Now I am at home. Getting Vacomycin twice a day through an iv that keeps having to be replaced, and I have bruises all over my arms.
Tuesday I find out if I need a graft...and that's when Tompaul leaves for England...then Sudan.
Being a healthcare worker I can't go through the hospital without finding someone I know asking me about my story...that is long. I am just going to start telling people I have leprosy.
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| Last night I was helping her bake cookies for presents and quizzing her on anatomy and physiology. For the first time ever she thanked me over and over. My response was "it is my pleasure." And I reminded her that is what parental types do. Well at least are supposed to do. I can think of many night my mom stayed up with me quizzing me and cutting things out for horrendous "advanced placement" projects. I think of all of the times she helped me bake things and was helpful in general. I then said that in 20 years when I finally have children she will thank me. She said that she would be divorced, fat with a gaggle of kids at that point. And I said, "Is that your dream? I thought you wanted to be a nurse." And she said, don't we all end up like our mothers? My heart broke a little bit there, in the kitchen, as I helped her bake cookies. | | |
| Sometimes I think the interesting parts of me died when I became a resident. I used to be funny, confident and have hobbies. I also knew how to call people, blog and just connect. This week I did something I hadn't done in over 2 years or so...I made a mix. Recently I have been frustrated and this mix reflects this. Just down right angry. I have been feeling a great schism in my heart and with others. For once I not mad at God. Iguess it revolves around two points, respect and reverence. There has been a frustration in my worship life in seeing complaints aboutreverence . What is reverence? Is it toeing the line? Is it kneeling when told to "kneel as far as possible"? Is it standing through the doxology and closing your eyes during prayer? Recently I was in a week long discussion that began to end when I was acussed of not being respectful. The crux of this was I was not doing what the other person "wanted" and therefore I was not respecting them. Is that respect? Many people I know believe respect is blindly following orders. I have nothing to say. 1. Work by Jars of Clay 2. A Sight to Behold by Eisley 3. Lost! by Coldplay 4. Hometown Glory by ADELE 5. Grey Street by Dave Matthews Band 6. Dirty Second Hands by Switchfoot 7. I'm Not Alright by Sanctus Real 8. Sleeping In by Nevertheless 9. Inside Outside by delirious? 10. Plan B by MuteMath 11. Alien by delirious? 12. Closer by Jars of Clay 13. White as Snow by Jon Foreman I think this album describes where I am at spiritually at this point. I am broken, frustrated and angry and surprised to find that I need God. Not when I am better, not when I am perfect, not when I am in trouble but when I am sitting alone in a room mad at myself because I am not perfect, unhappy and generally unlikeable. I feel like I need to do more, need to be better, need to be good and kind. I can not be any of those things. I am what I am. I do not need to respect, to bereverent or to toe the line. I need a relationship. I need to call, I need to talk, I need to spend time with God. Sometimes the worse I am the less I want to do this. It magnifies my needs. The closer I get the dirtier I appear.
Now I see in a mirror dimly, but soon I shall see face to face.
(also posted on my wordpress blog)
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| I went on vacation with the family to Oak Island a few weeks ago. Last weekend in June to be precise. I cam back a Lisa. Or rather the old one back from the grave. Seriously. I'm back. It's like waking up from a coma. Okay, I have seen people wake up from coma's...it's not that dramatic. But still. I am good again.
These past two years I have felt like a walking dead person. Sleepless. Tired. Grouchy. Cranky. Okay so that all isn't totally better but I have a pep in my step again. I am not living in the depths of despair. Take that intern years. Ha!
Not much else to say here. I was missing Tompaul, as he is in Chile, thinking about how much fun we have together. Like watching Titus. Who else would have watched Titus with me? Okay granted it was a violent gory movie (this from the girl who rates Kill Bill vol 2 as one of her fav movies). But seriously it was one of the most beautiful movies I have ever seen. Well anyways. Here's to you Tompaul! Go forth and conquer...I will be at home...cleaning  okay not really...watching the Simpsons.
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