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Newbies and Nudity

My awful mistake hit me as I pulled into the turn lane for the hospital. I had made an appointment to have a mole removed at the University hospital. HELLO!!! I am guaranteed to have a freshly-minted doctor! Ironically, Rob had said to me when I made the appointment "I could do that for you." And of course I would NEVER let him do that because he is basically still a medical student! (No offense Rob, or any other 1st year residents...) So, fast forward to me sitting in a little sterile room wearing a "gown" (a lovely pink chiffon ball gown with a rhinestone tiara and white satin gloves... ) and NOTHING else because the nurse said the doctor would want to do a check for other moles. In walks this Greek god with long dark hair, etc. etc. (almost as good looking as Rob) trailed by his medical student, and I am immediately aware of how totally naked I am. (Grace started screaming bloody murder and would NOT be consoled, but that's not really part of this story.) So he looks at the offending mole, says he thinks it's fine, yadda yadda. So anyway, he's kind of hemming and hawing around and I have to pretty much ask him to check for other moles (I did get pretty burned in Hawaii, and am like practically an albino.) So he starts kind of peeking around, pulling the gown up just a little and glancing under it from arm's length away. Basically he looked at my arms and my shoulders, and about an inch above my knee. OK, awkward. Maybe I was just transmitting nervous don't-look-at-me vibes into the room. Maybe he went to medical school in Iran and has never seen anything but a woman's eyes. Maybe I should have let Rob do it...
Anyway, I hope the title of my post doesn't get our blog banned!
Things are going well, other than that weird encounter. And the fact that I am subbing as the Primary music person for the next 2 weeks (sweet revenge to YOU, Alisa... how is that going, anyway?) Grace is into pulling everything out of drawers and off of tables and counters, so our house looks like a perpetual hurricane. And I am going to start watching a 10-mo. old a couple of days a week, so it will be kind of like hanging out with May-May! I can't believe she is talking! And by the way, Annie, what is this I hear about you showing art in a local gallery? Do tell all, and put up some pictures! You ROCK!
I miss you guys! All I can say is, thank goodness for a new season of the Office and Dancing with the Stars.

Grocery Grammar

I found myself in quite a pickle while grocery shopping at Fred Meyer last night. This was only my second time shopping at this store, so I am still trying to learn the lay of the land. I'd done all of my shopping, but I still had a couple of stray items on my list that I hadn't been able to locate - cottage cheese and frozen dinner rolls. I headed over to the dairy section to have a second look, but was stopped dead in my tracks. Straight ahead, due north, was a rather large woman stocking the yogurt. She was bent way over, exposing me to a plethora of butt dimples visible through her tight black polyester uniform pants. I was aghast. How could I possibly ask this woman to point me to the cottage cheese?? Uh, excuse me ma'am, where do you keep the cottage cheese? (Obvious retort: on my thighs you skinny skank!) Please note that I refer to myself as "skinny" in only the most relative of terms. Okay, I decide, I CANNOT ask this woman about cottage cheese. The only other item left on my list? Rolls.... I was completely on my own.

wah.

Does anyone else want to cry? Anyone?

Dr. Jack Shephard

This is just a little shout out to my "lost" friends. Hence the title of the post, which, by the way, I insist on people calling me at work. I also tell everyone what to do and pretend like I keep seeing the ghost of my father in the hospital. (Yes, I'm excited about season 3. And yes, they got hugely snubbed by the Emmy people).

Well, I guess you guys aren't lost, just really friggin' far away. I really hope the boys are adjusting to things in your programs and that overall things are getting better. Brandon, we need an update about what happened when the Residency Review committee came to your program and what they found out about work hours, etc. And I of course hope the girls are having fun getting to know your now homes better.

I'm on surgery right now, which is sweet. The guy I'm working with is totally nice. And he's older, so he has slowed down and doesn't even work Fridays. We took a nice trip out to Glacier National Park last weekend. But, all good things must end, and OB is next, so don't get too jealous. But overall, it doesn't feel so crazy to call myself "doctor" anymore, so I guess that's good.

So how long until next Thanksgiving? Hopefully we can all still make that work. And Rob, are you going to have the chance to go to any football games this year?