Real quick-we opened presents this morning. Joe got everything (and I mean everything) he'll need to brew some beer, some various cooking stuff and books. I got some books-nice vintage ones from Joe (even one I already had), some things I'll never use and try to return and a single candlestick that is exactly what I wanted.
We went out and worked the ponies before I came home and spent the afternoon cooking Christmas dinner:
-Baked ham with an orange juice, brown sugar, maple syrup glaze
-Califlower soup-though I blended mine because I firmly believe that creamy soups should not be chunky unless they are chowders
-Rolls from scratch-mine looked nothing like this. But they were good.
-Kale salad
-Macaroni and cheese
-Cheesecake brownies-out of a box-not to exciting
Seriously, good times. Lots of leftovers. Maybe too many.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
My Admirer
The last post was so long that I thought I would enter this one as a separate post.
If you know me, it may not (or maybe it is) be a surprise that I love little kids (preschool through about elementary school). I love talking to them. I love teaching things. But only if they are receptive to it. I would make a good teacher.
Veterinary medicine provides me with some small kids that get dragged to the vet with parents for one reason or another. Sometimes I see the best and sometimes the worst. Sometimes there are kids screaming and messing things up and it makes my job difficult. Sometimes there are kids which are just funny. Sometimes there are ones that want to know what I'm doing and subsquently get adored by me.
One funny kid story-I was examining a small kitten and was having difficulty getting it to stop purring. My normal technique of making it smell alcohol on a cotton ball was not working. The little boy piped up with the fact that if you held the kitten upside down, it would stop purring. The mom and I looked at each other with somewhat shocked expressions but then I laughed. And laughed and laughed. (It was almost as good as the kid on the scooter pushing the stroller containing the guinea pig.)
There are two kids at the Newville clinic that are super intelligent and inquisitive. Their mother is a biochemist or something equally sciency.
But my new admirer is a girl named Eva. Eva is approximately 5, I guess. Eva's mother adopted a hard luck beagle named Biscuit. She has done everything for Biscuit and multiple visits to the vet have ensued. The first time I met Eva, Biscuit was getting his vaccines. Eva asked as soon as I entered the room if I would show her how the otoscope would work. I forgot how to but Eva did get to use my stethoscope. A few days later, Biscuit came back and saw TS. Eva was sure to pipe up that Dr. Pope let her use the stethoscope and that Dr. Pope this and Dr. Pope that. She even had a secret for TS to tell me. Cute! I saw Biscuit again on Friday for an eye ulcer. Eva came and asked about the equipment on the wall and I let her look at Biscuit's eye and use my stethoscope again. I asked about what she asked for from Santa-apparently a rocket ship so she could go to the moon. Seriously, this kid is cute. She would interrupt me (but not annoyingly) by tugging on my white coat sleeve and saying 'doctor, doctor...' Cute! My ovaries!
If you know me, it may not (or maybe it is) be a surprise that I love little kids (preschool through about elementary school). I love talking to them. I love teaching things. But only if they are receptive to it. I would make a good teacher.
Veterinary medicine provides me with some small kids that get dragged to the vet with parents for one reason or another. Sometimes I see the best and sometimes the worst. Sometimes there are kids screaming and messing things up and it makes my job difficult. Sometimes there are kids which are just funny. Sometimes there are ones that want to know what I'm doing and subsquently get adored by me.
One funny kid story-I was examining a small kitten and was having difficulty getting it to stop purring. My normal technique of making it smell alcohol on a cotton ball was not working. The little boy piped up with the fact that if you held the kitten upside down, it would stop purring. The mom and I looked at each other with somewhat shocked expressions but then I laughed. And laughed and laughed. (It was almost as good as the kid on the scooter pushing the stroller containing the guinea pig.)
There are two kids at the Newville clinic that are super intelligent and inquisitive. Their mother is a biochemist or something equally sciency.
But my new admirer is a girl named Eva. Eva is approximately 5, I guess. Eva's mother adopted a hard luck beagle named Biscuit. She has done everything for Biscuit and multiple visits to the vet have ensued. The first time I met Eva, Biscuit was getting his vaccines. Eva asked as soon as I entered the room if I would show her how the otoscope would work. I forgot how to but Eva did get to use my stethoscope. A few days later, Biscuit came back and saw TS. Eva was sure to pipe up that Dr. Pope let her use the stethoscope and that Dr. Pope this and Dr. Pope that. She even had a secret for TS to tell me. Cute! I saw Biscuit again on Friday for an eye ulcer. Eva came and asked about the equipment on the wall and I let her look at Biscuit's eye and use my stethoscope again. I asked about what she asked for from Santa-apparently a rocket ship so she could go to the moon. Seriously, this kid is cute. She would interrupt me (but not annoyingly) by tugging on my white coat sleeve and saying 'doctor, doctor...' Cute! My ovaries!
So Many Things!
I have probably about 100 things to share! Here's a brief list so I can reference it: new cat, Mary's situation, emergencies, Christmas, Pinterest failures...
Let's start with something nice. Joe and I have inherited a new cat. About two weeks ago, a very friendly orange male cat wondered into our lives. I brought him into the house. I call him Mr. Montique. I figure he was the cat that was lost when our neighbors moved. In a round about way, we figured out that he had been doctored and was healthy. At that, we released the cat into the household. Mr. Montique and Bess don't exactly get along. Bess is indignant that he uses her litter pan and eats her food. But overall they are doing well including now sleeping in the bed together-not close but the same bed none the less. Here's some pictures:
Let's start with something nice. Joe and I have inherited a new cat. About two weeks ago, a very friendly orange male cat wondered into our lives. I brought him into the house. I call him Mr. Montique. I figure he was the cat that was lost when our neighbors moved. In a round about way, we figured out that he had been doctored and was healthy. At that, we released the cat into the household. Mr. Montique and Bess don't exactly get along. Bess is indignant that he uses her litter pan and eats her food. But overall they are doing well including now sleeping in the bed together-not close but the same bed none the less. Here's some pictures:
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| Mr. Montique did not enjoy the penguin hat in the same way that Roosevelt did. |
So Thursday night, I came home and let the dogs out. Joe was already in bed (and as I learned later, already drunk which explained the burned skillet of chex cereal). Mary was yelping occasionally and I noticed she was rubbing her bad eye. Her eye looked horrible with blood vessels (neovascularization), corneal edema and goop coming out of it. Touching the area around it caused Mary to yelp in pain. She was hurting something terrible and I knew she needed help right then. So I woke up Joe and made him come with me to HP where I gave Mary some pain medication. I tested the pressure in the eye and it was 67 (normal is 15 to 20)! Mary had sudden onset glacoma! I called TH, wrote myself a rx for eye meds and went to the pharmacy. Joe was a train wreck. I knew that this problem with the eye was the nail in the coffin for the eye, but we were going to try to make it right. The medication cost $97! Friday, Mary wasn't any less painful and I added in tramadol and an e-collar because I was suspicious that she had scratched her eye. It was confirmed Friday afternoon when Joe had Letha check the pressures which hadn't gone down at all. I had also talked to an opthomologist at this point and he had made some suggestions which ultimately would be enucleation. I found the medication (another $50) that the doctor had recommended. Today, Mary was feeling better-carrying around baby, barking at the cat, laying down (we abandoned the e-collar because she hated it so much). We rechecked the pressures and they were actually much higher. We added in the other medication tonight. Wednesday, we'll make a decision regarding enucleation for Thursday or Tuesday. Poor dog.
Christmas is looking promising for tomorrow, even if I didn't wrap a bulk of the presents. When shopping on the internet especially for others that are across the country, the odds of having things wrapped dramatically decline. And some of the presents are particularly large. It snowed (flurries only) last weekend some. It was nice and helped get us into the spirit even if it hasn't gotten much below freezing (during the day at least). Our flowers on the porch from the summer may make it all winter!
Joe's birthday is today. I made him some brownies and we ate Chinese. I have typical Chinese food gut. Its horrible that I get that each time. I made a pie for the neighbors too but it wasn't well received. (Lil isn't the most sociable person; maybe Stan was already in bed.)
I haven't been sleeping as well as I would like. I've been having very vivid dreams a lot of the time that I am sleeping. Generally, the issue is that I fall asleep on the couch for several hours-sleeping very good when I do so and then can't sleep once in bed. I also am having premonitions about patients-or maybe its just experience coming out. Oh, and I can really remember patients well. We had some problems with a certain clinic and similar problems have been repeated recently. I quickly remembered the orginal dog. I remembered out the blue the name of a dog for which there was a bag of food sitting aside for. I randomly remembered a type of rare tumor for a patient that TS had. As for 'premonitions', I had an emergency call one night about a cat that Meg fielded-I predicted a saddle thrombus which is what it did have. I checked a dog for diabetes based off of the owner stating it was drinking a lot more water. (There are tons of things that can cause PU/PD. 21 I think.) It ended up having diabetes. When I couldn't sleep the other night, I thought about a dog that I hospitalized and hoped that it didn't die overnight. (It did.) I thought when I couldn't sleep that I had left the hotshot at farm but luckily I hadn't.
Regarding emergencies, I am 'on call' this weekend. I'm only fielding calls from clients and referring real emergencies to the ER clinic. BF is doing large animal calls. Last night, I was on call to see emergencies. Despite getting one call, I didn't see anything. My call didn't go well. The owner was rather frantic when they called. They couldn't remember the name of the clinic, were hard to understand and admitted that it might have been a while since they had been there. I was already angry when I was explaining about payment, costs, calling in a tech, etc and they insisted that the dog wouldn't need stitches because it just had puncture wounds. I kind of exploded all over them at this point yelling at them that they weren't a vet and I'd be the one to determine if the animal needed stitches. They then tell me that the dog is a biter. I'd need a tech. They decided to go to Mechanicsburg. Good.
So last Friday, we had a walk in emergency come in. It was a dog that had been shot in the flank. The dog was shocky and where the wound was, indicated that radiographs would have to be taken. We radiographed it and it appeared that there was fluid in the belly. Exploratory surgery was indicated. The bullet was lodged under the skin on the otherside. No telling the internal damage done. An estimate was given and the dog was started on fluids to help stabilize it for surgery. I finished appointments and the techs started prepping the dog. Meg noted that when the dog was breathing, air was puffing out of the wound. While a bad sign, I took it as an indicator of what I might find in the belly-a ruptured hollow organ-intestine, bladder, colon. I noted though before going to surgery as we added the second bag of fluids that the dog's pupils were fixed and constricted. Not really a good sign. So we get the dog to the table for surgery, she goes out with only a half dose of Telazol and Letha starts clipping. We go to turn the dog on her back and blood comes gushing out of the gunshot wound. I mean gushing. So we clipped faster, all my careful precautions of gowning up, double gloving, preemtive antibiotics went out the window. I opened the belly and was greeted with a bellyful of blood. It poured everywhere. We hooked up suction and pulled 800ml of blood that didn't clot off of her belly. I couldn't locate the bleeding. I couldn't get it to stop. The bullet hadn't caused much damage-tore through a ureter (I think), nicked a piece of small intestine, nicked several pieces of omentum and of course, had nicked a major vessel-which I couldn't find. I called the owners and gave the poor prognosis. We euthanized on the table. Letha was there to help me and she has tons of experience. Letha didn't think that anyone could have helped that dog. I think because the blood didn't clot that the dog had slipped into DIC (disseminated intravascular coagulopathy or death is coming). It wasn't good anyway. Sad case. Then I saw the cat with the saddle thrombus.
I'll eventually get a three day weekend...
Joe and I are making some progress with the wedding planning. We met with a photographer and hired her. She seems really nice and I am super excited about her photographing our wedding. You can check out her stuff at this link-Dreaming Tree Studios. Joe and I have also met with one caterer. They sent us an estimate and it was super high! So I'm hoping that nobody comes. I have another one that I sort of pushed off but now am going to investigate more. And in January, a florist. I need to make a list of things for Joe to be in charge of.
And to wrap things up...Pinterest failures. I have mentioned before that there were somethings-mainly baked goods-that I have tried from Pinterest that didn't turn out as good as they looked on the site. Now I have some crafting failures as well.
SO crafting failure number 1-It was advertised as a good method to cut glass. Unfortunately, it didn't work. I got one wine bottle to break but it wasn't where I wanted it to and it did so unevenly. I was trying to make this as a Christmas gift.
SO after crafting failure number 1 was crafting failure number 2- As a cheap alternative to foam craft wreath rings, it was said that you could use foam pipe insulation-$1 or so. This is what I ended up with after Joe spent an hour or so wrapping it in wine colored yarn:
Its not exactly a circle is it? I tried to make it more circular but it never would. I eventually gave up and got a grapevine wreath. This is what I ended up with---it was sent to Joe's mom and stepdad as a Christmas present (attempt number 4-you can't mail wine across state lines apparently.)
I also made these-birdseed ornaments. They weren't as easy as you might imagine. Only about half turned out decently. I mailed them to my grandma. No word on how they got there. I think I learned some things about making them-use large or easy shapes-heart, circle, maybe start. Plastic is better than metal. Try using some PAM on the ornaments to help easy them out.
Okay, that's all for now. I put in the rest of my blogs for the remainder of the year already so from here on out is only new entries! I'm hoping to figure out how to rearrange all of the entries so that they are in a different easier to read order-by year not day. Also an easier to publish order. Enjoy.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Bah-Humbugs
Ugh. I was going to write a long blog about euthanasia since it becomes such a big part of my work but now I'm thoughly pissed off.
I committed a serious laundry foul and played dearly for it. I didn't place the cap fully on the bleach and left it sitting too close to the edge of the washing machine. If you have a high efficiency machine, you know how violent those spin cycles on. Needless to say, the bleach fell off of the machine, opening upon impact and splashing everything in the vicinity. Namely my clothes. Namely my dress clothes. Namely the one remaining shirt I don't hate. So I had to clean up all that mess but first I had to clean the laundry basket meaning I had to also seek out another to use since Joe has the monopoly on them. I also had to fill up the mop bucket which means that I had to clean the cat mess in the bathroom (more on that later too.) Joe wasn't helpful. Joe actually got in my way and thus made me throughly pissed off. That and the fact that I'm just finishing my laundry at 10:14 and didn't do anything else productive today except maybe make dinner.
Other things that make me furious is that I've put everything into Christmas shopping with very little return from Joe. Joe finally decided on what he wanted to get his kid only for me to find out that it was $70! We still got it for a little less from Amazon. What makes me mad about the whole situation is that 1) originally, the kid asked for something Joe sought out with much difficulty about two years ago and he already had and subsuquently destroyed and 2) Joe told me that everything this kid gets gets destroyed on the floor of his room. Maybe we should have got him clothes. Also we found out after making plans that you can't legally ship wine across the US. Suck. So out went one present. Then we couldn't locate the other present...I'm bidding on ebay right now with several days left to go. So Joe needs to find something to get for his mom and stepdad. AND finally, I drove all over the state of Pennsylvania to get part of Joe's present only for him to come home and guess what it was. Granted, I begged him to look at what I had wrapped (it was two big boxes) and he had seen an open tab on my laptop too. But he ruins every Christmas present I get him. I'm such a good present giver.
So about cleaning up the cat mess...yesterday, Joe had me come outside where there was a dumb looking cat hanging out. He was super friendly so I fed him and brought him inside. I started looking for his owner half-heartedly today. I put up two ads online and called a nearby vet clinic. Tomorrow, I will try to put up signs. (But its so cold!) We started thinking about it and we think he might be the cat that the neighbors lost when they moved. My fingers are crossed that it is so I can still get a kitten. Of course, that might take talking to them and they might not want the cat. I just can't in good conscience throw him back outside.
Have I mentioned that BJR went out on sudden maternity leave? I think I did. Anyway, I now have Mondays off. Today, I spent too much time at work and didn't have much time at home. I really needed to do some things here.
I committed a serious laundry foul and played dearly for it. I didn't place the cap fully on the bleach and left it sitting too close to the edge of the washing machine. If you have a high efficiency machine, you know how violent those spin cycles on. Needless to say, the bleach fell off of the machine, opening upon impact and splashing everything in the vicinity. Namely my clothes. Namely my dress clothes. Namely the one remaining shirt I don't hate. So I had to clean up all that mess but first I had to clean the laundry basket meaning I had to also seek out another to use since Joe has the monopoly on them. I also had to fill up the mop bucket which means that I had to clean the cat mess in the bathroom (more on that later too.) Joe wasn't helpful. Joe actually got in my way and thus made me throughly pissed off. That and the fact that I'm just finishing my laundry at 10:14 and didn't do anything else productive today except maybe make dinner.
Other things that make me furious is that I've put everything into Christmas shopping with very little return from Joe. Joe finally decided on what he wanted to get his kid only for me to find out that it was $70! We still got it for a little less from Amazon. What makes me mad about the whole situation is that 1) originally, the kid asked for something Joe sought out with much difficulty about two years ago and he already had and subsuquently destroyed and 2) Joe told me that everything this kid gets gets destroyed on the floor of his room. Maybe we should have got him clothes. Also we found out after making plans that you can't legally ship wine across the US. Suck. So out went one present. Then we couldn't locate the other present...I'm bidding on ebay right now with several days left to go. So Joe needs to find something to get for his mom and stepdad. AND finally, I drove all over the state of Pennsylvania to get part of Joe's present only for him to come home and guess what it was. Granted, I begged him to look at what I had wrapped (it was two big boxes) and he had seen an open tab on my laptop too. But he ruins every Christmas present I get him. I'm such a good present giver.
So about cleaning up the cat mess...yesterday, Joe had me come outside where there was a dumb looking cat hanging out. He was super friendly so I fed him and brought him inside. I started looking for his owner half-heartedly today. I put up two ads online and called a nearby vet clinic. Tomorrow, I will try to put up signs. (But its so cold!) We started thinking about it and we think he might be the cat that the neighbors lost when they moved. My fingers are crossed that it is so I can still get a kitten. Of course, that might take talking to them and they might not want the cat. I just can't in good conscience throw him back outside.
Have I mentioned that BJR went out on sudden maternity leave? I think I did. Anyway, I now have Mondays off. Today, I spent too much time at work and didn't have much time at home. I really needed to do some things here.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Carlisle Young Professionals
So tonight, I made a big change for myself. As you may know, I'm not a very social person. After living in Pennsylvania for 18 months, Joe and I only know our neighbors (really just Stan and Lil) and people from our jobs. We've made very little attempt at getting to know anyone or getting involved in the community. How do a young couple half way across the country from home meet new people? Then I saw on FB that a vet school classmate had joined a Young Professionals group where she was living. I thought that Carlisle had one (it did) and so resolved to join it. Luckily, it was just getting started so in joining it, I was the newest member along with everyone else.
I was pretty worried about going. Pretty worried that a lowly veterinarian like myself would have nothing in common with other 'professionals'. Worried that I would be mocked for my not really a doctor status. Not so!
I walked in, signed in, added Holly Pike Animal Hospital to my name tag and went to find some refreshments. I found a pitcher of water and someone that greeted me promptly by reminding me of their cat, Milky, who I had treated for a suspected HBC of the head. (He did well. Well enough that this lady requests me as her vet.) From there, I talked in depth about being a vet and cats to someone from the chamber of commerce. Some announcements were made by the president of the group including one regarding some representative coming to the next meeting...I'm thinking who? and who cares? From there, I joined up with a small group that included a teacher, two civil engineers (or something similar) and two people that worked for Dickenson College. My job is certainly the most exciting. There was much discussion of animals I would and would not treat. (No to tigers.) And the story of Laura Goldman and the chimpanzee on pathology was brought out. As well as some discussion of semen.
I, seriously, had a good time which is hard for me to say because I'm not social but there I was talking it up. But a couple of things-1) I was way underdressed. I came straight from work and thus wore what I would call business casual. Navy pants which to my knowledge did not have urine, feces, blood or anal glands on them, a cute top and a cute sweater. Because of predicted snow, I wore my work shoes too. Men were in suits and ties, women were in heels, dress pants, skirts. Crazy dressed up. Of course, they don't roll around on the floor with a 75# pitbull that doesn't want a rabies vaccine given either. And 2) being a veterinarian is no way as impressive as being an ADA (assistant distric attorney) as the vice president is. I'm not sure what the president does but its something with a long title. I may have doctor in front of my name but its still not that impressive!
In other news, I had a crazy but not really day at work. I can't go into details. But in general, this week and from here on out will be crazy. BJR went to the hospital over the weekend for having contractions and is on strict bedrest for one week. Of course, this was revealed Monday when I was already covering Todd's small animal shift. The bloodwork that BJR ordered and I planned on pawning off onto her was back into my court. As was working on Tuesday afternoon meaning that I got nothing done. (On my days off, it doesn't really start to 11 or 12 depending on what I start watching on TV.) Today was normal. Tomorrow and Friday will be normal. Next week? Maybe I should ask where I am supposed to be on Monday...I might just have the day off so I can work on Tuesday instead. I have a feeling that BJR will go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. It will actually be better for everyone if she goes for good than back here and there.
I've been having crazy dreams about work. Actually, I haven't been sleeping too well either and when I am asleep, I tend to be having dreams that are pretty involved about work. Including this weekend, dreaming about referring a dog and then finding the referral page on Monday. (That last part actually happened!)
Joe and I had a powwow about the wedding planning yesterday and both got freaked out regarding money. Luckily, my deferment came through saving us nearly a thousand dollars a month. All going towards the wedding. I'm going to keep planning. Meetings with the photographer and potential caterers are set.
I was pretty worried about going. Pretty worried that a lowly veterinarian like myself would have nothing in common with other 'professionals'. Worried that I would be mocked for my not really a doctor status. Not so!
I walked in, signed in, added Holly Pike Animal Hospital to my name tag and went to find some refreshments. I found a pitcher of water and someone that greeted me promptly by reminding me of their cat, Milky, who I had treated for a suspected HBC of the head. (He did well. Well enough that this lady requests me as her vet.) From there, I talked in depth about being a vet and cats to someone from the chamber of commerce. Some announcements were made by the president of the group including one regarding some representative coming to the next meeting...I'm thinking who? and who cares? From there, I joined up with a small group that included a teacher, two civil engineers (or something similar) and two people that worked for Dickenson College. My job is certainly the most exciting. There was much discussion of animals I would and would not treat. (No to tigers.) And the story of Laura Goldman and the chimpanzee on pathology was brought out. As well as some discussion of semen.
I, seriously, had a good time which is hard for me to say because I'm not social but there I was talking it up. But a couple of things-1) I was way underdressed. I came straight from work and thus wore what I would call business casual. Navy pants which to my knowledge did not have urine, feces, blood or anal glands on them, a cute top and a cute sweater. Because of predicted snow, I wore my work shoes too. Men were in suits and ties, women were in heels, dress pants, skirts. Crazy dressed up. Of course, they don't roll around on the floor with a 75# pitbull that doesn't want a rabies vaccine given either. And 2) being a veterinarian is no way as impressive as being an ADA (assistant distric attorney) as the vice president is. I'm not sure what the president does but its something with a long title. I may have doctor in front of my name but its still not that impressive!
In other news, I had a crazy but not really day at work. I can't go into details. But in general, this week and from here on out will be crazy. BJR went to the hospital over the weekend for having contractions and is on strict bedrest for one week. Of course, this was revealed Monday when I was already covering Todd's small animal shift. The bloodwork that BJR ordered and I planned on pawning off onto her was back into my court. As was working on Tuesday afternoon meaning that I got nothing done. (On my days off, it doesn't really start to 11 or 12 depending on what I start watching on TV.) Today was normal. Tomorrow and Friday will be normal. Next week? Maybe I should ask where I am supposed to be on Monday...I might just have the day off so I can work on Tuesday instead. I have a feeling that BJR will go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. It will actually be better for everyone if she goes for good than back here and there.
I've been having crazy dreams about work. Actually, I haven't been sleeping too well either and when I am asleep, I tend to be having dreams that are pretty involved about work. Including this weekend, dreaming about referring a dog and then finding the referral page on Monday. (That last part actually happened!)
Joe and I had a powwow about the wedding planning yesterday and both got freaked out regarding money. Luckily, my deferment came through saving us nearly a thousand dollars a month. All going towards the wedding. I'm going to keep planning. Meetings with the photographer and potential caterers are set.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
BAH HUMBUG!
I was really excited for Chirstmas. Up until about today. Or maybe it was sometime last night...when I realized how impossible a wedding will be.
Let's stick with Christmas first though. I was pretty excited for LE to start playing Christmas music at work. In fact, with the exception that my favorite song (Must Be Santa) not being played, I'm still really excited about listening to Christmast songs at work.
I was excited about the gift exchange and Christmas party even though I was going to be on call during the party. Then the party got cancelled. We're going to have it in January. Hopefully...
Maybe, I'm all bah humbuggy because of being on call on Christmas. I was afterall on call for Thanksgiving. Now ANOTHER holiday...Admittedly, I agreed to be on call on Christmas with BF. He called me one Tuesday while I was still in bed. (His favorite time to call me and ask about scheduling. Way to catch me off guard.) Its because I don't have any kids. Not next Christmas, but the Christmas after, I hope to have that rectified. Anyway, I'm only pseudo on call in that I will be available to answer questions and tell people that they should go to the emergency clinic. I can see things if I want. I might if they are one man jobs and not an inconvience on time. I need some money...
I just can't get into Christmas. I have a single good idea for Joe's Christmas present but now I'm not sure I even want to get him one only because I could save the $97 towards something for our wedding. We bought some Chirstmas presents today and because of stupid Pinterest, I'm convinced I can make all sorts of impossible things. I'm going to attempt some baby stuff and maybe play with fire later.
I finally got the Christmas decorations put up inside the house. Our strand of blue lights was busted and the Christmas clock is somewhat questionable. Add blue Christmas lights onto my list because I want them for wedding decorations too. I'm making Chex Mix now. I'm not sure why but I wanted some and god damn it, I'm going to have it!
I'm just not feeling generous like I normally am. Normally, I am super excited about buying presents and have all sorts of ideas. I just don't. Maybe its lady illness. Maybe its because now, I see that there are bigger things that I want for myself as greedy as that sounds. But I want a wedding and a house. If I had a house, where I could put a large tree up, I'd be more excited. Next Christmas? Hard to say.
On the front of the wedding, I'm still taking to photographers (though I have one pretty much picked out) and caterers (I need to meet with two of them). I hope to have them hired before Christmas. And flowers set up in January. I have an imaginary list of things for Joe to do. And I probably should find a preacher or something. Hmmm...The biggest ordeal is the money situation. I'm still waiting to hear about the forebearance of my student loan. I swear it will be temporary. A year at most.
The problems are many. No help from my parents. Little saved up. My credit card is almost maxed out and has carried a balence for 18 months which I HATE! Everything costs more than I would like to spend. But what can I do. (Get better at neogitation maybe.) I did a rough total and while I'm sort of okay with it because I do realize that this will be my dream wedding (aside from dream wedding A), I'm freaking out because behind that number is about a couple grand more that I didn't think about. Ugh. I should play the lottery. Or hope for a miracle.
Let's stick with Christmas first though. I was pretty excited for LE to start playing Christmas music at work. In fact, with the exception that my favorite song (Must Be Santa) not being played, I'm still really excited about listening to Christmast songs at work.
I was excited about the gift exchange and Christmas party even though I was going to be on call during the party. Then the party got cancelled. We're going to have it in January. Hopefully...
Maybe, I'm all bah humbuggy because of being on call on Christmas. I was afterall on call for Thanksgiving. Now ANOTHER holiday...Admittedly, I agreed to be on call on Christmas with BF. He called me one Tuesday while I was still in bed. (His favorite time to call me and ask about scheduling. Way to catch me off guard.) Its because I don't have any kids. Not next Christmas, but the Christmas after, I hope to have that rectified. Anyway, I'm only pseudo on call in that I will be available to answer questions and tell people that they should go to the emergency clinic. I can see things if I want. I might if they are one man jobs and not an inconvience on time. I need some money...
I just can't get into Christmas. I have a single good idea for Joe's Christmas present but now I'm not sure I even want to get him one only because I could save the $97 towards something for our wedding. We bought some Chirstmas presents today and because of stupid Pinterest, I'm convinced I can make all sorts of impossible things. I'm going to attempt some baby stuff and maybe play with fire later.
I finally got the Christmas decorations put up inside the house. Our strand of blue lights was busted and the Christmas clock is somewhat questionable. Add blue Christmas lights onto my list because I want them for wedding decorations too. I'm making Chex Mix now. I'm not sure why but I wanted some and god damn it, I'm going to have it!
I'm just not feeling generous like I normally am. Normally, I am super excited about buying presents and have all sorts of ideas. I just don't. Maybe its lady illness. Maybe its because now, I see that there are bigger things that I want for myself as greedy as that sounds. But I want a wedding and a house. If I had a house, where I could put a large tree up, I'd be more excited. Next Christmas? Hard to say.
On the front of the wedding, I'm still taking to photographers (though I have one pretty much picked out) and caterers (I need to meet with two of them). I hope to have them hired before Christmas. And flowers set up in January. I have an imaginary list of things for Joe to do. And I probably should find a preacher or something. Hmmm...The biggest ordeal is the money situation. I'm still waiting to hear about the forebearance of my student loan. I swear it will be temporary. A year at most.
The problems are many. No help from my parents. Little saved up. My credit card is almost maxed out and has carried a balence for 18 months which I HATE! Everything costs more than I would like to spend. But what can I do. (Get better at neogitation maybe.) I did a rough total and while I'm sort of okay with it because I do realize that this will be my dream wedding (aside from dream wedding A), I'm freaking out because behind that number is about a couple grand more that I didn't think about. Ugh. I should play the lottery. Or hope for a miracle.
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