She Calls Me Nonny

I Feel Honored

2009-01-20T19:11:00.000-08:00

I couldn't feel any prouder to be an American today. Even my three year old sat and watched the inauguration. The older two watched it at school. Finn and I have been talking about our new President for the last few days. Sort of "counting down." I think he was more excited for Obama than Christmas.

Sometimes I hate my job

2009-01-13T20:02:00.000-08:00

So tonight I had to go over to the surgery department. Maybe I should tell you I'm an xray tech. Occasionally, well no, often they need us for surgery cases. It could be a broken bone or gallbladder surgery or any variety of things. So anyway, I HATE surgery. I've never been comfortable over there AND I don't do it enough. (I work during the night so it's only really, really emergent stuff.) So tonight I get called over there. And you know what it is? Bilateral femur roding. Yes, it's as scary as it sounds. Let me put that in layman's terms. An old woman broke both of her femurs, just above the knee. So the orthopedic surgeon takes a long metal ROD and shoves it up her leg to just below her hip. Then he puts multiple screws threw the bone and the rod to hold it in place. What I do is use my C-Arm (a portable xray machine that is in the shape of....drum roll....a C) and xray over where he/she is operating. This means I am in a sterile environment where everyone is wearing a mask and is under a lot of stress. If I don't move fast enough, yelled at. If I can't hear what the Doctor said, yelled at. If my machine, God forbid, doesn't work....you get the idea. Did I mention, I hate surgery? So I think the last time I saw a femur roding was when I was student...9 years ago. I thought I might vomit into my little surgery mask and THAT wouldn't be sterile. But you know what? It went really, really well. The doctor was cool as a cucumber. Everything went smoothly. Everyone in the room (including me) seemed to know what they were doing. I CAN do surgery. I just need to get over the mental block that I have. And you know what? Surgery really IS interesting, if you can get over the blood and grossness of it. It's amazing what they can do for people.

So, Diary,
I guess I don't hate my job. I hate feeling insecure.

Love,
Amy

I'm going to give this a try

2009-01-12T20:27:00.000-08:00

Well, one more month until my birthday. Well, technically, 31 days, but who's counting, right? I'm going to be 34. Really, I'm okay with 34...but it makes me think about turning 35. ACK! I still feel like I'm in my 20's. Those are the people that interest me. With their simple lives. No kids, no spouse, no mortgage...for the most part. I long for the days of sleep until noon and work at Pizza Hut until midnight. Have some drinks afterward at a "college house." Repeat...

Now I am almost 34. Three kids, 9 years of marriage, job, laundry, cooking, mortgage...ugh. How did this happen? Oh that's right.

While working at Pizza Hut I met the man of my dreams. Funny, handsome, creative, NORMAL. Then came the marriage and the kids and the house. How do I get back to the way I felt 13 years ago? I don't know.

This is my little blog. My diary, if you will, of my life. The life I like to fantasize about leaving. But secretly, I wouldn't give it up for the world. I have a great husband. He's funny, he's artsy, he's really smart (about a lot of dumb stuff,) he's handsome. I have three great kids. A teenage daughter...do I really need to say more? A seven year old son who says the funniest things you've ever heard. And a three year old daughter who I just want to squeeze all day long. Damn, she's cute. Oh, and I can't forget our Puggle, Mack. (Or if you are my Mother-in-Law, Max.)

Well Diary,
it's time I go to bed. Those funny, sweet, hugable kids get up at 6.