I'll be back after a few more days of this.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The Happy Hap
I think I would be more motivated to update my blog if I knew how to make it look pretty.
Just thought I'd let you know.
I can't believe I've been out here for 2 months. I've settled into more of a routine, Andrew has officially moved in, and it's been full-force at work for a few weeks now.
Needless to say, the Bug has settled in just fine as well.
Andrew moved in last weekend in the middle of my work marathon. If I'm working multiple days in a row, there's not much time between getting home and going to bed to repeat the long day again (especially now that I've got the 20-30 minute commute). That's nothing new, but my short time (awake) at home is so much nicer with him here to spend it with! Even on nights that I'm computer-ing and he's in the other room video game-ing, I think we both are enjoying each other's company.
And drinking wine out of a dinosaur glass.
And metro-ing into DC.
My new job is challenging me a lot, and it brings back a lot of nerves similar to being a new nurse. At this "phase" in my orientation, my preceptor Windy and I are supposed to be assigned 2 "stable" patients so I can get some of the basics down before taking on the really sick patients. Unfortunately, at this point, "stable" patients in the Neuro ICU are still incredibly un-stable according to my comfort zone, not to mention it's frustrating me that I am so slow at everything. I miss being able to pull out meds or chart assessments or troubleshoot equipment quickly without having to think so much about it. And with assessments/charting/flowsheets that need to be updated hourly, sometimes I feel like I'm barely treading water with the tasks of "easy" patients. <--- not to mention that it irritates me that I am reverting back to the new-nurse-curse of being too task-oriented. At this point, though, I know I need to be focusing on some of these tasks. If i don't get it down now, I won't be able to do it quickly when it really counts. I'm told that everybody feels this way at the beginning, and that I'm doing fine so far.
...But man, I look at my co-workers managing these patients who are trying to die - intubated, sedated, cooled, septic, bolted, on CRRT, whatever - and it's hard to imagine that I'll be able to take care of 2 of them while keeping up with the documentation of all this craziness on my own in a few months. During one of our crazier days last week we got a new SAH patient that needed to be intubated early in our shift. It was the first time I've gotten my hands on what it's like to take a patient who starts out on nothing but Normal Saline and, within the hour, ends up with multiple fluid boluses, electrolytes, propofol, versed, nicardipine, fentanyl, and a ventilator to account for. It was challenging enough for me to keep track of each drug's amount and volume on the flowsheet - some of them pushed, some of them drips, some of them alternating between the two - much less managing the patient himself, who now has nasty secretions, moments of trying to wake up despite all the drugs, and whacked out vital signs.
Oh, and then we had to take this whole mess to CT scan and IR. Gone are the days that I get a break when a patient goes to a test - now I go with them. And their drips. And their vent. And their likelihood to code in the elevator.
(And with my wonderful, amazing, understanding, crazy smart preceptor. Thank the Lord for her!)
I think I can I think I can I think I can...
Just thought I'd let you know.
I can't believe I've been out here for 2 months. I've settled into more of a routine, Andrew has officially moved in, and it's been full-force at work for a few weeks now.
Andrew moved in last weekend in the middle of my work marathon. If I'm working multiple days in a row, there's not much time between getting home and going to bed to repeat the long day again (especially now that I've got the 20-30 minute commute). That's nothing new, but my short time (awake) at home is so much nicer with him here to spend it with! Even on nights that I'm computer-ing and he's in the other room video game-ing, I think we both are enjoying each other's company.
And purchasing flirtatious printers.
Tomorrow night we might go to a Nationals game, and Saturday (if the weather holds up) is our first game in our frisbee league.
...Wait. WHAT? I know. Do I know how to play ultimate frisbee? No. Can I throw a frisbee? Sometimes. Andrew's always loved playing pick-up frisbee games even when I knew him in high school, and he convinced me to join the "just for fun" summer league. He tells me it will be acceptable in this league to not have any coordination, talent, etc, so here goes nothin'!
In the working world:
...But man, I look at my co-workers managing these patients who are trying to die - intubated, sedated, cooled, septic, bolted, on CRRT, whatever - and it's hard to imagine that I'll be able to take care of 2 of them while keeping up with the documentation of all this craziness on my own in a few months. During one of our crazier days last week we got a new SAH patient that needed to be intubated early in our shift. It was the first time I've gotten my hands on what it's like to take a patient who starts out on nothing but Normal Saline and, within the hour, ends up with multiple fluid boluses, electrolytes, propofol, versed, nicardipine, fentanyl, and a ventilator to account for. It was challenging enough for me to keep track of each drug's amount and volume on the flowsheet - some of them pushed, some of them drips, some of them alternating between the two - much less managing the patient himself, who now has nasty secretions, moments of trying to wake up despite all the drugs, and whacked out vital signs.
Oh, and then we had to take this whole mess to CT scan and IR. Gone are the days that I get a break when a patient goes to a test - now I go with them. And their drips. And their vent. And their likelihood to code in the elevator.
(And with my wonderful, amazing, understanding, crazy smart preceptor. Thank the Lord for her!)
I think I can I think I can I think I can...
Monday, May 30, 2011
Honeymooning
Holy EVD, I love my new job.
I keep bracing myself for the first nightmare-ish day that is bound to be in my near future, but for now, I'm honeymooning.
I've only had 2 shifts on the unit, and everyone has already made me feel so comfortable. My preceptor Windy is fantastic, and I'll be with her throughout my entire fellowship. She explains everything without hesitation, and she even brought in one of her textbooks to start going over some of the advanced patho that I haven't had to be responsible for yet. I've just been shocked (and grateful) at the initiative everybody has taken to help me hit the ground running. They definitely have a strong team going there - help is constantly being offered from all directions, whether it's for quick turns, stat labs, meds, recording q1h vitals, signing off orders, whatever. Since quitting at Brack I've been worried that my next job might not come with great co-workers, and I'm so relieved that, in fact, it does!
As for new stuff? Yyyyeah. Lots. I'm starting to catch on to soooome of the "normals" in terms of common orders/treatments - tight BP control with pressors or antihypertensives, tight sodium level control with 3% NS drips and/or boluses to keep swelling down in the brain, etc etc. I got a little practice with EVDs/A-lines/vents. One of our patient's A-lines wasn't reading well, and the doctor came in the afternoon and placed a new one at the bedside. I was completely worthless and unable to assist him in any way besides plugging in the ultrasound machine, but it was good to watch Windy do it so I can try to flub my way through next time.
Weirdest moment was looking at the code buttons on the wall - "MSET" is what they call their code blue, and there's another button for "rapid response" - and I asked if you would push rapid response if a patient was on his way to coding but not quite there yet. Windy said "well, I guess, but we are the rapid response team. It would probably be faster to just shout for help."
We are the rapid response. Geez. So much to learn. I can't wait until I feel like I know what I'm doing, whenever that will be.
Worst part of the day? Drop of blood on my cute work tennies, dangit.
Best non-work part of the day? I pulled into the garage and noticed almost all the empty boxes had been cleared out, and some of my boxes of Christmas stuff had been moved into the garage. YAY Andrew! He offered to make me a salad or get my food together while I got in the shower. Where am I?! I am so not used to anyone being home when I get back from work, and I gotta say it was nice.
And bless him for listening to all my work ramblings today as well as all the ramblings he will tolerate in the future. Amen.
And now we sleep.
I keep bracing myself for the first nightmare-ish day that is bound to be in my near future, but for now, I'm honeymooning.
I've only had 2 shifts on the unit, and everyone has already made me feel so comfortable. My preceptor Windy is fantastic, and I'll be with her throughout my entire fellowship. She explains everything without hesitation, and she even brought in one of her textbooks to start going over some of the advanced patho that I haven't had to be responsible for yet. I've just been shocked (and grateful) at the initiative everybody has taken to help me hit the ground running. They definitely have a strong team going there - help is constantly being offered from all directions, whether it's for quick turns, stat labs, meds, recording q1h vitals, signing off orders, whatever. Since quitting at Brack I've been worried that my next job might not come with great co-workers, and I'm so relieved that, in fact, it does!
As for new stuff? Yyyyeah. Lots. I'm starting to catch on to soooome of the "normals" in terms of common orders/treatments - tight BP control with pressors or antihypertensives, tight sodium level control with 3% NS drips and/or boluses to keep swelling down in the brain, etc etc. I got a little practice with EVDs/A-lines/vents. One of our patient's A-lines wasn't reading well, and the doctor came in the afternoon and placed a new one at the bedside. I was completely worthless and unable to assist him in any way besides plugging in the ultrasound machine, but it was good to watch Windy do it so I can try to flub my way through next time.
Weirdest moment was looking at the code buttons on the wall - "MSET" is what they call their code blue, and there's another button for "rapid response" - and I asked if you would push rapid response if a patient was on his way to coding but not quite there yet. Windy said "well, I guess, but we are the rapid response team. It would probably be faster to just shout for help."
We are the rapid response. Geez. So much to learn. I can't wait until I feel like I know what I'm doing, whenever that will be.
Worst part of the day? Drop of blood on my cute work tennies, dangit.
Best non-work part of the day? I pulled into the garage and noticed almost all the empty boxes had been cleared out, and some of my boxes of Christmas stuff had been moved into the garage. YAY Andrew! He offered to make me a salad or get my food together while I got in the shower. Where am I?! I am so not used to anyone being home when I get back from work, and I gotta say it was nice.
And bless him for listening to all my work ramblings today as well as all the ramblings he will tolerate in the future. Amen.
And now we sleep.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Dotting i's, Crossing T's, and Eating Fools for Breakfast
"Here's my Texas license. I've applied for my Virginia license. It's in process."
[wait nervously while lady checks a paper on her desk]
"Ok. That'll work."
Aaaand fist pump. Someone else told me I couldn't start next week unless I had a letter from the Board of Nursing saying I can practice under my Texas license for 30 days while the other one processes. ...But it takes 10 business days of processing my application before I can even get that letter. Pointless middle step? I think so. Whoever gave me my paperwork yesterday didn't mention this letter, neither did I, and I will officially be starting my off-site orientation on Monday. Yay paycheck! Yay work!
(Yay work?)
On an unrelated note, I saved baby Juno from a (non) fire at the apartment complex the other night around 3 AM. In reality the storm outside struck something that set off the fire alarms, but at the time I figured better safe than sorry. First thought: are those tornado sirens? Is a tornado blowing through my apartment? Am I alive? Yes, I am alive. Second thought: Is it my fire alarm or everyone's? It's everyone's. Third thought: I guess I'll put kitty in her carrier and head outside. Wait. Carrier is not assembled. Next best thing: grab her and put a raincoat over her.
After taking my cat outside where the alarms were 10 times louder and the rain was pouring down, I realized that nothing was on fire, and my skin was no longer intact. I took kitty back inside, pried her kitty claws out of my skin, and thought about my alarm that would be going off in 3 hours. Grrrrr.
And that, my friends, is the thrilling tale of the Great Apartment Fire of 2011. I eventually fell back asleep for about 2 hours, woke up grumpy and exhausted, and had a nice big bowl of fools for breakfast. (#danidias)
Next, you'll find our hero spending 3 hours of life in CPR renewal class. Stay tuned.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Lessons Learned in the 703: A List from 1-10
In no particular order.
1. Starting to cook for somebody else is very different than cooking for yourself. You are conscious (self-conscious?) of every single component of every meal, wondering if the other person thinks it's okay or not.
2. I didn't know what rush hour traffic was until I moved to a place that designates the main highway as HOV only from 5:30-9:30 AM and 3:00 to 7:00 PM. I know which route I won't be taking for work...!
3. I love being Suzy Homemaker. This morning while Andrew was in the shower I set out all the cereal options, a bowl and spoon, and a plate of sliced strawberries. I used to love the way Mom set our cereal out on the table to choose from before school. It's the little things!
4. Juno belongs in a jungle. She loves the view from all her new windows. Bets on the time it takes her to claw her way through our screen door to the balcony?
5. The difficulty I experience with goodbyes doesn't match up with the ease I have settling in somewhere new. I've felt very comfortable here from the start, but I suppose my partner in crime has something to do with that.
Partners in crime, rather.
6. ...That is not to say that I don't immediately start crying at the thought or mention of any other changes that may occur in the next 5 years. I guess that might mean I am still adjusting :P
7. Spring. As in, what it is. I'm enjoying learning this lesson.
8. Your gut is always right. Always! I am so glad I listened to my gut-feeling and turned down the oncology job in March. The subsequent month (+ some change) of stress and worry was a small price to pay for the opportunity to find a job that felt right, and this job feels right. Remind me of this in a month when I'm blogging about how overwhelmed I am being new to the ICU.
9. Boxes left in your garage and guest room do not get rid of themselves. (But I'm not giving up just yet.)
10. We. Needed. This. It didn't take long for me to feel like I haven't seen him in forever if it's been more than 24 hours, and that, my friends, is how it should be!
1. Starting to cook for somebody else is very different than cooking for yourself. You are conscious (self-conscious?) of every single component of every meal, wondering if the other person thinks it's okay or not.
2. I didn't know what rush hour traffic was until I moved to a place that designates the main highway as HOV only from 5:30-9:30 AM and 3:00 to 7:00 PM. I know which route I won't be taking for work...!
3. I love being Suzy Homemaker. This morning while Andrew was in the shower I set out all the cereal options, a bowl and spoon, and a plate of sliced strawberries. I used to love the way Mom set our cereal out on the table to choose from before school. It's the little things!
4. Juno belongs in a jungle. She loves the view from all her new windows. Bets on the time it takes her to claw her way through our screen door to the balcony?
5. The difficulty I experience with goodbyes doesn't match up with the ease I have settling in somewhere new. I've felt very comfortable here from the start, but I suppose my partner in crime has something to do with that.
6. ...That is not to say that I don't immediately start crying at the thought or mention of any other changes that may occur in the next 5 years. I guess that might mean I am still adjusting :P
7. Spring. As in, what it is. I'm enjoying learning this lesson.
8. Your gut is always right. Always! I am so glad I listened to my gut-feeling and turned down the oncology job in March. The subsequent month (+ some change) of stress and worry was a small price to pay for the opportunity to find a job that felt right, and this job feels right. Remind me of this in a month when I'm blogging about how overwhelmed I am being new to the ICU.
9. Boxes left in your garage and guest room do not get rid of themselves. (But I'm not giving up just yet.)
10. We. Needed. This. It didn't take long for me to feel like I haven't seen him in forever if it's been more than 24 hours, and that, my friends, is how it should be!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Slothing
I'm not sure I can rightfully turn an animal into a verb. Regardless, that's what I am doing: slothing. I'm not sure which event to point the finger at - the Plague that kept me on the couch last weekend, Tuesday's nerves and adrenaline (with no coffee), or the lack of real obligations at the moment - but I have no energy at all. I slept well last night for the first time in a few days, but somehow I still ended up joining the kitty back in bed this afternoon on my way to start a load of laundry. I did a few productive things yesterday and this morning, but overall? Couch. Part of me feels guilty like I ought to be doing something, but, then again, there will be plenty of "something" to come.
Because I got a J-O-B.
[Insert big, giant sigh of relief. And a big, giant glass of wine.]
When Andrew and I were deciding where we wanted to live out here some of my opinion was based on the fact that I planned to work at Inova Fairfax Hospital in Falls Church. The Inova system of hospitals has locations all over the place, but Inova Fairfax is the big level I trauma center/magnet-designated hospital. I applied to a handful of positions there about 6 weeks ago, and, as many of you know, I turned down an offer I got from one of the units in that hospital about a month ago. It didn't feel right, I knew I was more interested in the other positions I had applied to, and I made the (scary) decision to turn it down without knowing if I even had interviews for the others.
[Enter the longest wait of all time with weekly calls and e-mails to HR]
Was it nice moving and settling in without worrying about starting work right away? You're darn right it was. Was the employment issue still on my mind all day every day? Ohhh yes. I sent in some applications to Georgetown University Hospital the week I moved here, thinking I would just have to deal with the long commute there and back if it meant I was getting a good job opportunity.
Last week as I was dying on the couch, a phone call interrupted my fever dreams, and I had gotten an interview for the Neuro ICU at Inova Fairfax. I was to come to the unit at 7AM to shadow a nurse for a few hours, and I would interview with the manager after that.
[Queue EXCITEMENT! Disbelief! Panic! Nausea!]
No really, I cried real tears the night before playing mock-interview with Andrew.
Aside from worrying I would blow the interview, I was worried about shadowing and not liking it! Mentally, all my eggs had been in this basket for 6 weeks, and I wasn't sure what direction I'd be taking if this didn't work out. After being in the break room before shift change, though, and listening to everyone talk about their weekend, make sarcastic comments about the new navy-blue scrub policy, and wait for the charge nurse's daily "safety cuddle," I was so reminded of everyone at Brack! Seeing coworkers that are friends with each other speaks volumes - probably the most important thing I saw that day.
I shadowed a nurse for about 3 hours and loved it. There are lots of bells and whistles and equipment I'm not familiar with, but her neuro assessment is the same one I know how to do, and I wasn't clueless about the patients' plans of care like I thought I'd be. I loved how collaborative the unit was - doctors, pharmacists, PAs, nurses, RT, and whoever all working together to come to a conclusion about the new orders. The doctor and pharmacist immediately recognized me as a new face and introduced themselves. I mean, where am I?! I really liked a lot of our docs at Brack, but the vibe here was a lot more group-oriented. I guess it helps that, as a nurse, your two patients are in fishbowls right in front of you, and it's impossible to miss the doctor coming by like I often did at Brack.
After shadowing I was interviewed by the charge nurse and two other nurses, and then I met with the manager in his office. It was by far the least awkward interview I've ever had. There is nothing I hate more than cold questioning with no sort of feedback from the interviewer, and this guy actually chimed in with his own experiences and made the interview more like a conversation. By the end of all of it I had a great impression of the unit and how it's run, and oh my GOODNESS I wanted the job. "We'll let you know either way within the next few days or so." I celebrated the good interview with a much-needed Starbucks, a bunch of phone calls, and the couch.
...And then 3 o'clock rolled around, HR called me to tell me I am being offered the job, and I have been on cloud 9 ever since! I am still waiting to hear about my start date. The Fellowship thing I have to go through (classroom component, etc etc) doesn't start til July, but the director and the manager mentioned starting me sooner since it's not like I am a brand new grad. During training I will be doing 70% day shifts and 30% night shifts, and once I am on my own it will be split 50/50. A little inconvenient? Yeah. But it's self-scheduling, and I'll just clump my night shifts into a few weeks and my day shifts into the others. Once the newness and the excitement wears off (which I assume will be the first shift I cry - we all know it will come eventually) I think my tolerance of the rotating shift will wear off as well, but for now I'm willing to deal with some inconvenience.
There you have it, friends! The (really long - sorry) job situation everyone (including myself) has been asking about for the past month or two. I've verbally accepted the offer and saw the application status online change to "offer accepted," but nothing has been signed yet. I assume nothing will happen for this all to fall through, but wouldn't that be a fun twist at the end? (no).
I actually have an interview for the MICU at Georgetown next week, but I am hesitant to cancel it until I've physically signed my offer letter. If that hasn't happened by next Thursday I wonder if I should just go to that interview?
I guess that'll be a blog post for another day.
Happy Cinco!
Because I got a J-O-B.
[Insert big, giant sigh of relief. And a big, giant glass of wine.]
When Andrew and I were deciding where we wanted to live out here some of my opinion was based on the fact that I planned to work at Inova Fairfax Hospital in Falls Church. The Inova system of hospitals has locations all over the place, but Inova Fairfax is the big level I trauma center/magnet-designated hospital. I applied to a handful of positions there about 6 weeks ago, and, as many of you know, I turned down an offer I got from one of the units in that hospital about a month ago. It didn't feel right, I knew I was more interested in the other positions I had applied to, and I made the (scary) decision to turn it down without knowing if I even had interviews for the others.
[Enter the longest wait of all time with weekly calls and e-mails to HR]
Was it nice moving and settling in without worrying about starting work right away? You're darn right it was. Was the employment issue still on my mind all day every day? Ohhh yes. I sent in some applications to Georgetown University Hospital the week I moved here, thinking I would just have to deal with the long commute there and back if it meant I was getting a good job opportunity.
Last week as I was dying on the couch, a phone call interrupted my fever dreams, and I had gotten an interview for the Neuro ICU at Inova Fairfax. I was to come to the unit at 7AM to shadow a nurse for a few hours, and I would interview with the manager after that.
[Queue EXCITEMENT! Disbelief! Panic! Nausea!]
No really, I cried real tears the night before playing mock-interview with Andrew.
Aside from worrying I would blow the interview, I was worried about shadowing and not liking it! Mentally, all my eggs had been in this basket for 6 weeks, and I wasn't sure what direction I'd be taking if this didn't work out. After being in the break room before shift change, though, and listening to everyone talk about their weekend, make sarcastic comments about the new navy-blue scrub policy, and wait for the charge nurse's daily "safety cuddle," I was so reminded of everyone at Brack! Seeing coworkers that are friends with each other speaks volumes - probably the most important thing I saw that day.
I shadowed a nurse for about 3 hours and loved it. There are lots of bells and whistles and equipment I'm not familiar with, but her neuro assessment is the same one I know how to do, and I wasn't clueless about the patients' plans of care like I thought I'd be. I loved how collaborative the unit was - doctors, pharmacists, PAs, nurses, RT, and whoever all working together to come to a conclusion about the new orders. The doctor and pharmacist immediately recognized me as a new face and introduced themselves. I mean, where am I?! I really liked a lot of our docs at Brack, but the vibe here was a lot more group-oriented. I guess it helps that, as a nurse, your two patients are in fishbowls right in front of you, and it's impossible to miss the doctor coming by like I often did at Brack.
After shadowing I was interviewed by the charge nurse and two other nurses, and then I met with the manager in his office. It was by far the least awkward interview I've ever had. There is nothing I hate more than cold questioning with no sort of feedback from the interviewer, and this guy actually chimed in with his own experiences and made the interview more like a conversation. By the end of all of it I had a great impression of the unit and how it's run, and oh my GOODNESS I wanted the job. "We'll let you know either way within the next few days or so." I celebrated the good interview with a much-needed Starbucks, a bunch of phone calls, and the couch.
...And then 3 o'clock rolled around, HR called me to tell me I am being offered the job, and I have been on cloud 9 ever since! I am still waiting to hear about my start date. The Fellowship thing I have to go through (classroom component, etc etc) doesn't start til July, but the director and the manager mentioned starting me sooner since it's not like I am a brand new grad. During training I will be doing 70% day shifts and 30% night shifts, and once I am on my own it will be split 50/50. A little inconvenient? Yeah. But it's self-scheduling, and I'll just clump my night shifts into a few weeks and my day shifts into the others. Once the newness and the excitement wears off (which I assume will be the first shift I cry - we all know it will come eventually) I think my tolerance of the rotating shift will wear off as well, but for now I'm willing to deal with some inconvenience.
There you have it, friends! The (really long - sorry) job situation everyone (including myself) has been asking about for the past month or two. I've verbally accepted the offer and saw the application status online change to "offer accepted," but nothing has been signed yet. I assume nothing will happen for this all to fall through, but wouldn't that be a fun twist at the end? (no).
I actually have an interview for the MICU at Georgetown next week, but I am hesitant to cancel it until I've physically signed my offer letter. If that hasn't happened by next Thursday I wonder if I should just go to that interview?
I guess that'll be a blog post for another day.
Happy Cinco!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Diseased
I can't wait to lysol the entire apartment. I hate to even touch the computer with these germ-y hands.
I am on day 2.5 of a nasty cold. I tried to write it off as allergies on Wednesday as I forced myself to run all my little errands, and I probably just ran myself down even more. I spent all of yesterday on the couch with a low fever, and I woke up just about every hour or two last night choking to death on my own chest congestion. I may or may not have stuffed tissue pieces up my nose to keep from dripping on the pillow.
Too much detail? You're right. Moving on.
Andrew brought me (delicious) minestrone soup from Whole Foods last night when he got off work, and he made a second trip out to get me some Tylenol. He stuck some wet dish towels in the freezer for me to cover my head with while we waited for my temp to come down, he took out the trash, and he unloaded my stuffed-full dishwasher.
He also made himself nachos with our leftover food from the night before, which looked intriguingly easy to make. As a cheese-hater dating a cheese-eater, I need to learn how to make these things.
I'm so used to being on my own when I'm sick, and it was really, really nice to have his help. I was hoping today would be the day I wake up feeling like I am on the mend, but no such luck. I'm watching the royal wedding via DVR, drinking my body weight in hot tea, and hoping the kitty cat will come spoon with me shortly.
Coming up:
1. Brian Regan on Sunday! I got tickets for Andrew's birthday since he likes him, and the show is out in Baltimore, MD. I think we're going to make a day of it - we hear Baltimore is pretty cool.
2. Two job interviews that I am really grateful for and excited about. I don't know how many open positions there are vs how many applicants are interviewing, but I need to sit down and really prep so I can go into them feeling confident. Interviews make me so nervous - there is so much I want to say or plan to say, but when people are staring at me blankly, it turns into rambling.
3. Official plans to come to Dallas! I finally found a reasonable price on a flight. I'll be in Dallas June 22-27, and I will be in Austin one or two of those days.
PS - I love Kate's dress. And the whole ceremony. I can't imagine how nervous she must have felt, but she certainly carried it off well! :)
I am on day 2.5 of a nasty cold. I tried to write it off as allergies on Wednesday as I forced myself to run all my little errands, and I probably just ran myself down even more. I spent all of yesterday on the couch with a low fever, and I woke up just about every hour or two last night choking to death on my own chest congestion. I may or may not have stuffed tissue pieces up my nose to keep from dripping on the pillow.
Too much detail? You're right. Moving on.
Andrew brought me (delicious) minestrone soup from Whole Foods last night when he got off work, and he made a second trip out to get me some Tylenol. He stuck some wet dish towels in the freezer for me to cover my head with while we waited for my temp to come down, he took out the trash, and he unloaded my stuffed-full dishwasher.
He also made himself nachos with our leftover food from the night before, which looked intriguingly easy to make. As a cheese-hater dating a cheese-eater, I need to learn how to make these things.
I'm so used to being on my own when I'm sick, and it was really, really nice to have his help. I was hoping today would be the day I wake up feeling like I am on the mend, but no such luck. I'm watching the royal wedding via DVR, drinking my body weight in hot tea, and hoping the kitty cat will come spoon with me shortly.
Coming up:
1. Brian Regan on Sunday! I got tickets for Andrew's birthday since he likes him, and the show is out in Baltimore, MD. I think we're going to make a day of it - we hear Baltimore is pretty cool.
2. Two job interviews that I am really grateful for and excited about. I don't know how many open positions there are vs how many applicants are interviewing, but I need to sit down and really prep so I can go into them feeling confident. Interviews make me so nervous - there is so much I want to say or plan to say, but when people are staring at me blankly, it turns into rambling.
3. Official plans to come to Dallas! I finally found a reasonable price on a flight. I'll be in Dallas June 22-27, and I will be in Austin one or two of those days.
PS - I love Kate's dress. And the whole ceremony. I can't imagine how nervous she must have felt, but she certainly carried it off well! :)
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