I hope, someday, the day will come that I can hear this without breaking into tears.

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer: all beauty and truth
But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read:
Someday you will be loved

And I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
'Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
Just as the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs: like I never occurred
And someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
And someday you will be loved

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"Someday you will be loved", Death Cab for Cutie)

PS- How could I forget?!
There's another new mix available for your downloading pleasure... here: or the "my mixes" link over there

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Ok, so I am working today, and I am working all night, and I think I've said that a thousand times already, but I am not happy about it. Particularly since I had to work fri/sat/sun day AND night.
And the icing in the cake- they just told me I have to give an hour long powerpoint presentation on wed. Majorly high-stakes, high-stress stuff.

So, not much new in my life these days. Starting back at BGH today, which I feel will be a rude awakening after spending the whole summer at the VA-spa. BUT- it means I can have lunch with peeps sometimes! Other than that, I'm still in a bit of a sad limbo funk, and this weather is not helping.

But the reason I'm posting-
(stop here if you have a weak stomach...)

So I was just called down to the ER to see a lady with a "leg problem". So I go down there.... she's the sweetest little 82 year old lady... maybe a little bit "pleasantly demented", but with the cutest little... Jamaican? accent. She had one leg amputated last year, and then for the last two weeks her other leg was bothering her... finally her daughter was worried and brought her in for us to see... So I was talking to her, trying to take her history, and this big pesky fly kept buzzing around my head. So many bugs lately! Saw a roach at the VA, and a bee on the third floor here. Gross. So I talk to her, then I listen to her heart and lungs, examine her belly, blah blah. Then get down to her leg, which she has wrapped in a blanket.

It was gross.

Red and swollen and infected with weeping ulcers all over, and it smelled horrible...

and, upon closer examination-

(you guessed it)

MAGGOTS!!

I guess that explains the fly...

Poor little thing... she's most likely going to lose that leg too. I feel badly for her. I don't think she has any clue how bad it is. :(

Ok, back to work...

Happy Birthday Jen and Timika.

-J

Ugh.
I wish I could NOT be such a pushover sometimes...

I am on call this weekend. That means friday, saturday, and sunday. 24hr/day. Which screws me over a little to start, but it's luck of the draw and it was my 'turn' and so I'll just suck it up and deal.

Then I start at a new hospital monday.

I called them two weeks ago and asked "can I please NOT be on call monday 9/4. 1- because I'd like a day to get settled in the new hospital, and 2- because i'm already on call fri/sat/sun."

So the schedule came out- I am on call tues.
Perfect. Still have to work monday, but not overnight.
So I made plans based on this schedule.

In order for me to not work mon, they switched me with someone, who is my sernior.

Well he called me yesterday... "hey... just saw the schedule... they didn't ask me about it when they made it, and so I didn't know I was on monday, and I made plans, so I can't do it, so you have to."

And I said "well i'm already working fri/sat/sun" and he said "well you'll have to get someone to trade with you."

I asked today.

No one will trade. Why would they? It's a long holiday weekend... they made plans too.

So now I feel like I'm stuck.

I mean it's just one more call... not the end of the world... but still- why should I just have to be the one to be screwed?

Esp b/c they guy doing the screwing is apparently known for always screwing everyone.

I should just say "i'm sorry, but that's the schedule that's been submitted. I'm sorry you didn't check it before making your plans. But I have plans too. Sorry I can't help you." and make him change his plans. Unfortunately, I don't think I could ever say that. Instead I say "ok... well... i'll see what i can do... if i have to do it, i have to do it..." Is that "team player", or is that "doormat"?

the thing is, he is my senior. I don't want to piss him off on day one and have him make the next six weeks miserable for me. Also his plans (which include plane tickets) are maybe more important than mine (doctor's appt.)

But on the other hand... I shouldn't just let people walk all over me. My time is just as impt as his- I am the one that's playing by the rules- I checked the schedule before setting things up.

I guess the bottom line is that I can never say no to anyone. I'm afraid of upsetting them, so I always take all this shit on myself.
And that sucks. And I need to stand up for myself once in a while.

-J

Ok, so, um-
WHERE THE FUCK DID THE SUMMER GO?
it's almost labor day weekend!
Last time I checked it was June.
I have done NOTHING summery.
Have barely been outside. Have not been to the beach, or on the water. Have not done anything cool and warm and fun.
LAME!
Not that I haven't had some fun nights, but my god, where did the time go.
This chill in the air is making me sad.
I like fall, but I'm just not QUITE ready for it.

Next thought- I'm hoping you guys can help me restore my faith in men...
so today this guy at work was talking about this girl that he just went on vacation with... apparently they used to date seriously but now he's here and it's long distance... but he was talking about how great she is. How he thinks she's beautiful, they're attracted to each other, he loves spending time with her, she's funny and smart, he respects her, etc. He said she has "serious marriage potential". Sounds great, right? I asked what the problem is... he said aside from distance, it's that "it could get serious". I asked why that was bad, and he said he didn't want to hurt her. I said "huh?" and he said "well... I'm torn between really caring for her- and wanting to womanize and sleep with as many women as possible."

HUH???

I almost couldn't believe he was willing to tell me this. (though he did ask me the other day for my advice on how to pick up a toll collector.)

But he went on... he said that he used to attract hot girls, when he was young and thin. Now he's a little paunchier, greyer, etc. But he said he's found that now that he's a doc, he's getting cute girls again... and he said with every year he advances in his career, the girls get hotter and hotter... so he's seriously not sure if he should EVER get married, b/c in a few years he thinks he'll be bagging supermodels.

I asked "well doesn't all that great stuff about this girl count for something? Wouldn't you rather have SOME connection than just "a lot of hot ass?"

And he had to think for a sec, and said "i don't think so."

WTF!

Please tell me guys... is this how all guys think???

And my last tidbit-
I find this a little bit amusing... maybe b/c it hits close to home...
though I must say it's a weird advertising campaign- I'm not sure what demographic they're trying to appeal to...
But it's smirnoff's new "prepsta" (prep+gangsta) campaign for "Raw Tea".
Check out the video- And the "playa handbook" includes such gems as "your money's so new it's got ben franklin's baby picture on it!" Ooh, SNAP!

Ok, I think that's about it for now...
Time for some food, since I finally went grocery shopping for the first time in months. :)

-J

Sorry I missed the party.
Especially seeing that I could have met (e:southernyankee) , (e:flacidness) , (e:kookcity2000) , (e:carolinian) ... And it sounds like a bunch of others too.

But it's my own damn fault. I was feeling antisocial and unloved and spent the night on my couch feeling sorry for myself, eating thai takeout so hot it made my nose run.

Somehow that doesn't make anything better.

I had the whole weekend off- might be the last time that happens for, oh, the whole year. :(
I went out friday night... was attended to by a boy... which felt nice... and we danced all over the place which was a blast... but all night all I kept thinking was "he's not the one I want." :(
I hate this feeling. I wish it would stop hurting.

Today checked out the art fest... seemed a lot like allentown. Didn't buy anything...

And my favorite (only) jeans got a big hole in them... Means I have to go to the mall. I don't really like going to the mall, and I ESPECIALLY hate jeans shopping. But since pretty soon it will no longer be skirt weather, I guess I have to do it...

Oh, and I finished my application, and turned it in friday. (along with a $1200 application fee. Man, that check was hard to write...) Hopefully things will work out. And thanks (but no thanks!) for the essay suggestions. I felt like the questions were biased- i.e. if you didn't say you wanted to go into academics and contribute a lot via research, you were at a disadvantage. But I did say that my dad got me interested in plastics (and why), that I want to go into private practice, but still work with resident/students sometimes, that I want to contribute by teaching the next generation of residents NOT to be assholes, and that I admire my chairman b/c he's not an asshole.

and since I've been neglecting estrip for a few days, here's a random comment roundup-

(e:imk2) CONGRATS on the job!! When I am back at BGH/Roswell this year (actually I'm back at BGH starting 9/4) we'll all have to have lunch!

(e:theecarey) congrats on finishing all your work, and the new job!

(e:mike) and (e:terry) Happy Birthday!!

(e:PMT) congrats again on the house... I'll come see it next time I promise!

(e:ladycroft) did you go to J5?? How was it?

umm I think that's it.

Oh, well here's one last thing.
This article pisses me off. Not especially well written, but annoying nonetheless, especially since it made national "news"-

(for those who don't want to click the link- it's an opinion piece from Forbes, in which some guy advises men NOT to marry women with careers.)
Great... just what I needed... I already have enough trouble being called nurse... now I'm unmarriageable? I guess I'm supposed to be barefoot in the kitchen...

oh and more random news- pluto is no longer a planet! It is now a dwarf planet. Someone said it will cost $23 million to rewrite the textbooks.
actually that reminds me- Paul what happened to the news feeds?

ok... off to eat leftovers.

-J

Ok, since I promised a happier post (and since I'm procrastinating, and just saw Terry's new user sound (which I love))-

I will just say-

Ratatat rocks.
My user sound is Wildcat.
I love the roaring sounds in it.

And from Gather, here is "promiscuous wildcat" - the song above, mixed with nelly furtado/timbaland- 0142677001156385500

I'm also feeling mildly cool tonight-
A while ago Chase, my brother in law, sent me a cd by a band called TV on the Radio.
They're pretty cool.
But my self-proclaimed music snob friend here dismisses them saying he's never heard of them... so they're no one...

Like i care what he thinks, but nonetheless-

I was watching tivo'd Entourage tonight, and who was on it? That's right buddy! TV on the Radio.

Oh.
my.
god.

Ok, so I know I've been writing about dogs all the time lately and maybe you're sick of hearing it and are thinking I'm the crazy dog-lady... I've always said I'm a "dog person" etc, but I haven't volunteered at shelters, etc. Had never REALLY thought about the plight of abandoned animals...

And then I started learning about it...

Now, it is pretty hard to make me feel sick- especially just with pictures.
But this has done it.

Be warned that these are horribly graphic and gross. Dogs shot, stabbed, starved, frozen, infested with bugs, dissected...
It's maybe the most horrible thing I've ever seen.

in case you didn't think NJ was a shithole- here's "the mean streets of camden". Don't say I didn't warn you. :(



(Ok, I promise I'll post something nice one of these days...)

This is the bane of my existence right now:

1. What caused you to become interested in plastic surgery?



2. What are your career plans and goals?



3. What do you hope to contribute to the field of plastic surgery during your career?



4. Think about a teacher or colleague who you admire a great deal. What about you is most like this person? Least like this person?

All 4 have to fit on one page. This is not a massive paper. I need to just sit down and do it.
I have been sitting on this for WEEKS.
It's terrible.
And it's important. I don't know why I can't make myself do it.

I wonder what would happen if I turned in:

1: my dad
2: not sure yet
3: i have no delusions of contributing much- i just want to be a community plastic surgeon, maybe work with my dad... not invent the next face transplant. Work is a means to an end... not an end in itself.
4:uggggghhhhhhh

All I've gotten down is one little paragraph for 1. Again it's a badly worded question. I'm sure what they want to know is "why do you want to be a plastic surgeon". But that's not what they asked.

instead... i check my email. listen to music. check estrip. read some message boards. work on my tan. do laundry. clean my bathtub (!!).

I don't have anything to write about anymore.
My only topic is off-limits.
I miss it/him.
I want my journal back.

Boo!

At least my internet is fixed. For now. Again.