Busy Week

This week has been incredibly busy. I had high hopes for what I'd be able to get done and am pleased to say that I probably actually got about half of it accomplished. Is it just me, or do the rest of you women out there sometimes feel like no matter how much you accomplish, there is always more you should be doing? Oh, well. I am pleased with what I did get done this week so that will just have to do for now. So here's a brief run down of the highlights of the week:

Monday: Making dinner after working from 8-5 non stop trying to finish up my duties at work.
Tuesday: Frantically trying to finish up and turn in a paper for my mental health (and ethics) final.
Wednesday: Our 4th wedding anniversary. Spencer was on call and I started my new job. I saw him once that day around 5 AM as he was heading into work. I spent my evening trying to find my gift while figuring out the clues he emailed me. Eventually, I found the beautiful fresh water pearl necklace with matching bracelet and drop earrings. I also made it to Zumba at the YMCA and managed to make a pretty tasty Mexican casserole.
Thursday: Costco run! Plus, the food storage and basement are now a little more organized. :)
Friday: An almost-camping trip (long story) and a trip to Chili's instead (yuck).

So there you go. A busy week. I had hoped to exercise more, but oh well. I guess I will just have to try harder next week.

The Reason I Don't Care Much for Spring...

This is the cold that never ends!
Yes it goes on and on my friends!
Somehow I just contracted it
Not knowing what it was,
And I will cough my lungs
For forever just because
This is the cold that never ends!
(Repeat a bazillion times until cold gets better).

Disney Disillusionment

I can't remember if I've blogged about this before, but it was on my mind this morning and I felt the need to share. I know I've mentioned it in passing to some of my friends out here in Wisconsin, so if you've heard this before--I'm sorry.

A few weeks (perhaps months) ago I was watching Monsters, Inc with my best friend's 4 year old. She was completely enthralled in the movie with that glazed-eyed stare people get when they've been staring at the TV for way to long. The other adults present were no doubt engaged in something much more sophisticated and adult that the kids movie, but I, too, was engrossed in the movie.

And then a funny thing happened. Instead of enjoying the happy ending like I should have, I started to analysis it. Sully and Mike discover that laughter is more productive than scream. That means that Mike meets his quota after 1 door. That means there's no more energy crisis. That means that the price of energy goes down. That means that they make less profit. That means that there will be cutbacks. That means that some of the monsters will lose their jobs. That means that the happy ending wasn't so happy after all, from an economic standpoint that is.

It was at that moment I felt really, really old.

PS: Belle has Stockholm syndrome and Ariel can't be happy without totally changing her body. Oh, and Snow White shouldn't just be waiting around for her prince to show up. She should be out there living her life instead of putting it on hold until some man comes along. And Cinderella needs therapy for all the abuse her dad put her through by marring her step-mom. Seriously though! Is this what we want ingrained in our daughter's minds?

The 4th Year Plan

Spencer has his schedule for 4th year pretty much figured out now so I thought I'd share the plan"

July: Surgery at Columbia St. Mary's
August: Anesthesia at Froedtert
September: Radiology at St. Luke's or St. Joe's (I can't remember)
October: Blood Bank (appropriate for Halloween).
November: Off right now, but we have to go to LA so he can take a portion of the boards.
December: Off for interviews
January: Internal Medicine, but he'd like to have it in November instead so he can interview.
February: I don't remember. Transfusions maybe?
March: I don't remember, but it's match day!!!! Cardiac consults perhaps?
April: Hmm...I don't remember again. Must not be important
May: Transition to clerkship and GRADUATE!!
June: Move (if needed, though we want to stay)/party/vacation
July: Start life as a resident. And start getting paid. Boo-yah.

The end is in sight!

Trauma

No, we're not hurt (though I do have a cold). Spencer started his final rotation of third year on Monday. For the next two months, he will be doing surgery. Trauma at Froedtert this month, then general surgery at a Waukesha Hospital next. Actually, if you consider that 4th year will also see him doing surgery in his first month (July), we're looking at 3 long months of Spencer living the life of a surgeon. Follow that up with anesthesia in August (his passion) and we're looking at 4 long months of early mornings followed by long days and evening doing not much more than falling asleep on the couch while watching TV. Oh yeah! Our life rocks! Fortunately, I make my (hopefully) permanent exit from surgery next week so only one of us will have to suffer through the irritation of actually dealing with surgeons. (Think giant walking egos.)

So what, pray tell, does the life of a surgeon entail? Well for some ungodly reason, surgeons enjoy getting to work at the crazy hour of 5 AM (egad man!) to round on patients and prep for surgeries that typically start around 7 AM. This means that Spencer gets up around 4:30 AM so he can shower, eat, and walk his cute little tushy over to the hospital. He then spends the day doing something surgical related and makes it home by 5 PM-ish. Sometimes he's later than that. He also has call nights every few days where he goes in at 5 AM and stays a full 24 hours or more, then comes home and crashes the next day. At least he gets the day off, though. Monday was his first day, but it was also supposed to be his first call day. However, because they had some class on Tuesday that would have potentially put him over the number of hours he is allowed to work in one period he didn't stay the night. Instead he worked until 10 PM (mind you, he went in at 5 AM), then came home and slept a little before heading back in at 5 AM the next morning. He worked until 6 PM that day. Grrr... Not only does that make him extremely tired, it means that i hardly get to see him anymore (and I'm very partial to seeing him). The good news is that he get Friday off. The bad news is that he has to work on Saturday (on call, overnight). The other good news is that he will get another weekday off this month. The bad news is I will be working. The even worse news is that he's on call on our anniversary, which is the same day that I start my new job, which means I will most likely not get to see him that day at all plus I'll have just started the job and will most likely need to talk to him about it. Let me repeat my previous sentiment....GRRRR!