Tuesday, October 29, 2013

First Comes Halloween, Then Comes Medical Monday!

My favorite Monday is just around the corner...

Medical Monday!

We're all looking forward to getting our fix or anecdotes, stories, triumphs, failures, hospital non-sense, and posts filled with words no one except someone living a med life can pronounce. Let us know what's going on in your world!

Get your posts ready over the weekend for the link up which goes live at 12am Monday morning, Eastern time.

Halloween is just a few days away and the cool Fall weather is falling all around us. Cozy up to your computer with a hot cup of coffee and join us on Monday and throughout the remainder of the week.

Can't wait to see you on the grid!

Monday, October 28, 2013



It's a weighty word, isn't it?

via www.freedictionary.com
sup·port (s-pôrt, -prt) tr.v. sup·port·ed, sup·port·ing, sup·ports
1. To bear the weight of, especially from below.
2. To hold in position so as to keep from falling, sinking, or slipping.
3. To be capable of bearing; withstand: "His flaw'd heart . . . too weak the conflict to support" (Shakespeare).
4. To keep from weakening or failing; strengthen: The letter supported him in his grief.
5. To provide for or maintain, by supplying with money or necessities.
6. To furnish corroborating evidence for: New facts supported her story.
7. a. To aid the cause, policy, or interests of: supported her in her election campaign. b. To argue in favor of; advocate: supported lower taxes.
8. To endure; tolerate: "At supper there was such a conflux of company that I could scarcely support the tumult" (Samuel Johnson).
9. To act in a secondary or subordinate role to (a leading performer).
1. a. The act of supporting. b. The state of being supported.
2. One that supports.
3. Maintenance, as of a family, with the necessities of life.

Doc H does all of this for our family each and every day.

Each time he comes home with dark circles under his eyes, a grimace on his face, a hitch in his back from the heavy lead vest he must sometime wear for hours at a time, or a headache from the stress of the day, it kills my insides.

At times, especially since I quit working, I feel like a leach. Doc H must support EVERYONE, even me now, and watching him struggle against the daily medical clinical and administrative grind numbs the soul. His and mine.

He supports an incredibly heavy load.

So, I try my best do everything I can to alleviate any stressors at home. I make sure the kids have everything they need from food to how to write a strong academic paper. I try to cook meals he'll enjoy. I'll try to throw in a funny story here and there, or crack a stupid joke in an effort to make him smile or laugh. And, yes, every now and then, even though I'd prefer a date with the Sandman, I rally - throwing my heels to sky. All this in an effort to make our home a warm cocoon far from the hospital chaos, to provide a small slice of the day more comforting than the rest of his day.

My effort is a conscious one, each and every day. And truthfully? Some days are easier than others.

Lucky for me, thanks to an early morning phone call from Doc H, today has fallen into the "easier" category.

Normally, I won't hear from Doc H at all during the course of the day. He is simply too busy. I've come to understand and accept he is too busy for a "How's your day going" phone call. That type of phone call is so far removed from my life, I've come to consider it romantic.

This morning, I received a phone call which fell into the "I need some support" category. I listened to him vent, and responded with an honest evaluation of the situation. I reminded him that he built that department, and he held the power to change the trajectory of the department if that was what he felt was necessary. I let the high school cheerleader in me come out.

He talked. I listened. And, far from our norm, I supported him...

...and it felt GREAT.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Where is She?

Where have I been? 

I have been deciphering acronyms.

At first, they started off easy:

And then they became a little more of a head scratcher:

Then, to make sure they've got me on my toes, they throw numbers in there:
FAR 6.302-5
10 U.S.C.2304(b)(2)
41 U.S.C.253(b)(2)
13 CFR 121.3
13 CFR 121.106
... the list goes on and on.

...and those are just the first 25 pages of a 250 page document. 

Of course, that's not the only document I've got on bedside. There's even more.

My life is so exciting.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Brain Power: The Doctor vs Your Doctor's Wife

On our way to enjoy a quick, seldom, solo date night, Doc H and I had a brief but interesting conversation. We both acknowledged we use our brain power differently.

We decided Doc H utilizes all his brain power at the hospital. His mind focuses on medicine, surgical practices, his patients, and their families. Outside the hospital, his mind focuses on our start-up, the technology, the appointments he has to promote, market, and ultimately sell the technology. Outside the  start-up? Well, what can I say? The man looks great on my arm.

Me? Off the top of my head I can tell you this happens:
D3 drop-off at 7:00am
LB drop off at 7:45am
D2 has practice at 6:45am
D1 classes start at 8:30am
D1 will come by for lunch
D2 will head to class at 10am
12:30 pick up for LB
1pm conference call for start-up
2:30 pick up for D3
Parent teacher conference at 3:10pm
dance class 4:00pm
polo practice at 5:00pm,
race back for pick up at from dance at 5:15pm
race back and pick up from polo.
Around 6pm all hungry family members with no money for food will converge around my dinner table.
Around 9pm, those same family member will scour my pantry for breakfast items to take back to their rental.
Somewhere in between, I remember to shop, cook, clean, launder, pay bills, prepare taxes, work the start-up, blog, write my freelance gigs, feed the dog, take out the trash, and yell at the kids to wash their own blazin' dishes!

That's just today. Other days, add in SAT prep classes, various tutoring programs, games, tournaments, school events, open houses, birthday parties, vacation schedules, custody schedules, dances, volunteer job schedule, school volunteer hour sign-ups, etc.. etc..

I can tell you all those specifics off the top of my head.

... And nothing else.

So, we each ordered a margarita and decided to call it even.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Money Laundering

Apparently, I've taken to money laundering...

I'm not sure who's pockets these bills fell from, 
perhaps it's a combination, but I'm taking it.

It's about time I get paid around here!

What's your money laundering rules? 
Do you return it, or keep it?

Friday, October 11, 2013

Flames, Fleas, and... Screws

Our vacation days there were jam packed with back breaking work and a series of the most unfortunate events, the most serious being the house almost burnt to the ground.

Here's my tip for you... If you ever smell dead fish in the house go around and check all your outlets. Touch them to see if they are hot. After hours of thinking a bird dropped a fish carcass on the roof, we finally saw smoke shooting out one of our outlets in the entry way. Thank God we were there!

Late yesterday, an electrician came and remedied the situation. We have asked contractor to walk the interior of the house to make sure there are no funny smells in the house after each work day. We are just praying the house is still there upon our return the beginning of November.

Additionally, Doc H has been under assault. It either came from our pooch or one of the baby Bambis who have made our property their home. Yes, Doc H has been attacked by a flea. His allergic reaction to flea bites have left him quite surely, and who can blame him? It's widespread inflammation and not pretty.

However, it's nice to know he still has his humor somewhat intact. After a day of installing our new deck, he came inside to make sure I understood the difficulty of his day.

"Just be glad you weren't out there bending over with you butt up in the air all day screwing!"...We locked eyes and heard crickets... "And, I don't mean the good way!"

I love my husband! That man can make me laugh!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

A Cut in Pay

Doc H pitched this week to me as an opportunity for some "us" time.  He had scheduled time off from the hospital and it would be his way of making up for my ruined summer vacation.

The plan was relatively simple. Drive out to our vacation home. Check on the contractor, the renovations, answer any questions he may have and enjoy the remainder of the time to reconnect.

We arrived on Saturday. Sunday we went for a walk and Doc H caught up on much needed sleep and we had a nice dinner.  All was semi-good in my world.

Monday morning rolled around and our contractor showed up with his crew... a bunch of senior citizens. No wonder this job is taking forever. 

In an effort to speed up the job and cut into the $55 per hour man labor rates we're paying, Doc H decided to put himself to work. For the last two days, he has been working some hard manual labor at a huge cut in pay. 

He plans to work until we leave for home. As usual, I find myself having some alone time.

At least we're eating dinner together. Now, that's something.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Medical Monday {October, Volume 2}

Well, my friends, while another month has zinged right past us and we are staring Halloween right in the face, I am so happy it's the first Monday of the month! 

Medical Monday has proven to be the highlight of the month. While I do my best to visit you all as soon as you link up a new post, I love being able to catch up with you on Medical Monday!

Around our place, stuff has been rolling forward rather quickly. Our start-up company is keeping me busy. We have a working prototype, and Doc H is utilizing his network to secure cadaver parts for further R&D work. 

Meanwhile, I am hard at work building our company website, content writing, creating our marketing materials and collateral, and maintaining and organizing our corporate paperwork. Oh, yes, and let's not forget managing the home!

Like I said... we're busy, but NEVER too busy for Medical Monday!

Are you confused if you qualify for the party?

If you have a pager interrupting your life... you DEFINITELY qualify!
Do you work in healthcare?
Doctor? Nurse? EMT? Chiropractor? Vet? Dentist? Therapist?
Are you the spouse or SO of a healthcare worker/student?
Are you a nursing student? Medical student?
Intern? Resident? Fellow?

You get the picture, right? Come on, now... don't be shy! Let's keep growing and meeting new bloggers, so we can build a community of support and friendship, learn from one another, and share our stories.


Here are the rules:
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  3. Visit at least 3 other link ups, comment, introduce yourself, and tell the your stopping by or following from MM!
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Contracting Disasters

**Note to Reader: All caps in this post are not meant to stress the sentiment. I am, indeed, SCREAMING!!**

I am so grumpy. I am watching our nest egg - that money we made off of the start-up acquisition - go diminish. That was his supplemental retirement!!!

Let this serve as a Doc Wife PSA... DO NOT, (I REPEAT) DO NOT ALLOW YOUR HUSBAND TO TELL CONTRACTORS HE IS A DOCTOR!!! Because, they only hear, CHA-CHING! and raise their prices.

Our first bill from the contractor was supposed to to the "big push". Big Push = >$50,000. That bill alone put us over-buget. I get the second bill 3 weeks later. 68 MOTHER-EFFING THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!

Excuse my french. Seriously, I don't swear in "real" life, but on-line I allow myself to vent, because now, I can't even afford therapy despite the obvious need.

Mind you, this is not an addition. This is mere LANDSCAPING!

My friends, we don't even have the deck or fence in. The driveway has not been done. We were to have some construction done to the house: add an upstairs deck and catwalk, some sliding doors and french doors. That is completely off the table now. We were to put in a pond. That's been scratched. I'm not even going to have money left over to put in new landscaping plants. Our land is now bare. Last night in a fit of fury, I told Doc H, "The yard looks a BRAZILIANED VAGINA!" He stared at me and did his best to keep his composure. He continued to rationalize all the costs to me, but I know better. He knows I'm right. His eyes were laughing. 

My parents almost divorced over a DIY wallpaper job gone (what is referred to today as "pintershitty") wrong. So, I understand the stress it puts on the relationship. All this has wiped my libido clean. Talk about a Debbie-Downer.  I've lost my lady hard-on. I'm sorry, but there's no polite way to state that pathetic fact.

So, last night Doc H went over the contractor's invoice with a fine tooth comb and found double charges to the tune of $11,000.

That man knows how to light my fire. I might put on my pretty panties tonight.

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