Spring cleaning

There is no denying that I am a slob. I have never ever claimed to be a neat person, and while my apartment is clean, it is frequently very messy (big difference). Last night I attempted to find a particular pair of pants to complete the outfit I wanted to wear to clinic; incidentally, the entire outfit was built around showcasing a beautiful necklace I acquired when my mom came to visit 2 weekends ago. As usual, I had issues finding this particular pair of pants because it's easy to miss a pair of simple black pants among the disorganization that is our closet. I've become very apathetic regarding keeping things organized here as I realize we have only about five more weeks here. However, last night was different.

I started looking through my clothes for this particular pair of pants and realized that I had several pairs that did not fit or that had not been worn in years. I separated those into a pile and kept looking for this favorite pair of mine. Then I started to find some shirts that I had saved from several years ago. I had been holding on to these shirts because they were cute! I looked so cute and flirty in them! Then I realized that I hadn't worn most of these clothes in at least 3 to 5 years; they were the clothes I was wearing when I was, um, looking for attention or trying to look young and like I was having fun. Since buying these clothes, I have transformed into a yuppie and am honestly too grown up for them; I have a different definition of cute now. Buh-bye! At this point, I was getting motivated. Time to hit the shoe rack! If I hadn't worn the shoes since moving to Dallas, I figured that I won't wear them again, so I got rid of several pairs.

I'm now minus several feet of clothes from the closet and still have more to go tonight. This is just less to pack and move later!

ARGH!!!!

It's 11:45 PM, and I'm still up. Why? I went to bed shortly after 10 and fell asleep around 10:30 only to be woken moments later by my neighbors stomping around. Then either a child or a woman started to cry, and 50 minutes later, this was still going on. In exasperation, I called our courtesy patrol, something I've actually (shockingly) never done before. I just didn't feel like playing the bang-on-the-ceiling-with-a-broom game tonight. Now I have less than six hours to sleep, and I'm so tired. They are still making a lot of noise though, so it's not looking promising for me to get some sleep.

I can't wait til we have a closing date. I'm ready to go sleep in a sleeping bag in the new house. I just need some sleep!!

Already?!?

The hubby got a call on Saturday. It looks like the house may be a reality by the end of APRIL. Wow. Looks like our Houston visitors will actually have a place to stay sooner than we anticipated! If only I can get the details worked out to find some movers, I would be able to start a countdown til I can sleep without the sound of vacuuming or loud monkey-lovin waking me up. I need to take new pictures of the house; we have walls, cabinets, and doors up now. Craziness.

I'm watching Dancing With the Stars right now. I DVRed it like I do with most shows so that I can fast forward through all the boring parts. I've never watched this show before; the sad truth is that I really just wanted to see how Heather Mills-McCartney would dance. She only has 1 real leg, and I have a weird curiosity to see how it's gonna work! HA HA HA ... Billy Ray Cyrus just came on!! No lie -- his female partner has a mullet!! Too funny. NO THEY DID NOT -- he is dancing to a song that says, "I want my mullet back." The irony!

I made the most delicious roast chicken tonight. I've actually never cooked a whole chicken in my life; I'd always just used the boneless skinless breasts before. I have to admit that it was quite tasty. I'm practicing different meals so that once we actually have room to have people over, I will be able to cook for people. I used to cook dinner for my friends in college at least weekly, but I haven't really done much cooking other than for 2 since the middle of med school. I need to get back into practice!

I feel like ...

Crap. I woke up this morning with a lovely case of gastroenteritis. My only trips today have been from the couch to the bathroom and back with a very occasional excursion to the kitchen for more fluids. I felt horrible calling in sick because today is my short-call day (aka my day to cover 2 floors until I sign out to night float at 7 PM), but I knew I'd never make it today. Being sick sucks!

I'm beat

Daylight savings time was not my friend. I'm on call and soooo tired. Why am I not lying down? I'm waiting on labs. Doctors (myself included on occasion) like to order early AM labs. Now I'm waiting on them to come back to decide whether I give a med now or order more labs in 2 hours and recheck levels then. Good times!

On the bright side, our house now has walls. I'll post pictures when I'm more alert. :)

On the down side, my fella's back in New York. The irony of it all -- he's been home for 7 weeks, and I've been on call q4 for the last 8. He left tonight (actually Sunday) for 4 weeks (still home on the weekends), and now I only take call 1 night out of the next 4 weeks. Go figure! I'm now at the point where all I can do is laugh.

WHOO HOO!!! My labs came back, meds given ... it's 1:45, and I get to go rest my eyes til I get paged. YAAAAY!

The Downside of Pediatrics

It's 1:55 AM, and I'm awake for 2 reasons:

1. I'm coughing so hard that my chest hurts, and what I'm coughing up matches my green scrubs.
2. I'm checking on labs while I'm on call. If I don't check these labs, kids could get hurt, and my attending will yell at me in the morning. Neither of those is a particularly enjoyable thought.

Did I mention that over the last 15 hours, I have totally lost my voice? I can't wait to go home tomorrow and indulge in the Nyquil.