tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25621489573539765682024-03-05T06:09:02.073-08:00Just Another Crazy Med WifeAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-58175578471593725732013-03-20T09:20:00.000-07:002013-03-20T09:20:25.026-07:00Another Awesome Announcement<div style="text-align: left;">
Another announcement?? YES! We have another announcement. This announcement is quite exciting too. </div>
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We are expecting another baby. It is due in August. </div>
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<br />And we're expecting a baby boy!</div>
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We are very excited. Mav is thrilled to have some extra testosterone in the house. I'm excited to go shopping, along with the rest of our family. And Squeaks, when you ask her about her new baby brother, she looks at you funny and says, "No. It's just going to me, Squeaks. No baby brother." We'll see how that goes. </div>
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So. Now, I'm sure all the typical pregnancy questions are running through your head. </div>
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Have you been sick? <i>Nope. Just tired, like I've-been-hit-by-a-bus-tired. </i> </div>
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How far along are you? <i>Almost 20 weeks.</i></div>
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Wait. You're moving to Vegas? Aren't you worried? <i>Nope. We did this with Squeaks. Remember? I was six weeks from having her when we moved to St Louis. This one will be fine. We're actually closer to home and have about ten weeks to settle in before this little one could come. </i></div>
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You had an emergency c-section with Squeaks. What are your plans this time around? <i>I want to avoid a c-section. The recovery sucked, big time. I don't want to do that again. My doc says as long as I go into labor on my own near my due date, he would love for me to try vaginal again. Then again, I'll have a different doctor when we move. We hope he/she will let me opt for that. It should be fine because we'll be delivering at a large facility. </i></div>
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Did you have a feeling it was a boy? <i>No, I had no idea. And neither Mav or I cared which it was. We've had too many other things on our mind to think about it much too.</i> </div>
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Do you have names picked out? <i> I thought we did. But now that we're actually having a boy, those names I thought I loved, I don't like much anymore. We probably have a middle name picked out because it's Mav's and his dad's middle name. May as well keep going with it right? </i></div>
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When did you find out you were pregnant? <i>Just after Thanksgiving. </i></div>
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Why haven't you said anything about the pregnancy? <i> Because you never know what could happen. I'm a relatively private person too. We actually didn't tell our families till Christmas when I thought I was almost out of my first trimester. I wasn't nearly that far along though. </i></div>
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Have you gained weight? <i>Nope. I'm super proud of myself. I didn't lose all my weight from Squeaks so I've been keeping a close eye on it. I've been eating super healthy, for the most part, and going to the gym three-four times a week. I've actually lost weight. </i></div>
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Maternity clothes? Are you wearing them? <i>Yup. I'm wearing maternity shirts. I can squeeze into my pre-prego shirts but they don't look flattering, you know. I have to do the ol' ponytail holder trick on my jeans. I can't quite do up my top button. And I refuse to buy jeans when it should get hot here in St Louis any second now and I'm moving to Vegas. I am not buying maternity pants! I want to skip right ahead to shorts and capris. </i></div>
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What's up with the blue balloon in the picture? <i>Well, Mav is on a rotation he really likes and he's the only student. He didn't feel like it would be appropriate to take off and leave them hanging without someone there. I was totally fine with this. It gave us a reason to party. We had a gender reveal party with our friends. It was quite a party with 14 adults and 15 children under the age of five. My parents skyped with us and some of Mav's family hung out on Google+ to see the big reveal. So when I went to my appointment I asked the ultrasound tech to write the gender on a note in a sealed envelope. I took said sealed envelope to a party store with a giant box and asked them to fill it with whatever color balloons for the gender. Squeaks and I opened the box. Blue and green balloons floated out of the box. It was really fun. And we are always in for a big party! </i></div>
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We are pleased, excited, nervous, anxious, terrified, and so thrilled to tell you we are moving onto Vegas, Baby! </div>
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-90833979921363201642013-02-26T10:28:00.000-08:002013-02-26T10:29:58.964-08:00And Now We WaitLast week, everyone submitted their rank lists. Wednesday was the final day to make any changes to the list.<br />
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Amazingly, we only changed our list once. I made copies of our rough draft and hung it everywhere throughout the house; on the bathroom mirror, the front door, the fridge, and our closet door. I looked at the thing constantly. One day I looked at it and told Mav I didn't like the middle of our list. He didn't either. We rearranged a couple of spots.<br />
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We decided that we wanted our list done a couple of days before the list 'had' to be submitted. Monday came and we submitted our list. We checked it and double checked it. As Mav submitted the list, he said "Well, we've done all we could."<br />
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When Mav said that I had two feelings. One of peace. Yeah, he has worked so hard the past four years and it is all we could do. And then the other one, the feeling of my heart sinking to the bottom of my stomach. Because, really, he could do only so much and there isn't much control in this match process.<br />
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So, now, we wait. 17 long, long days to match day.<br />
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I told Mav last night that this is the most excruciating wait of my life. This is worse than the wait to our wedding day or waiting to my due date with Squeaks, (actually my induction day because she was a week late.) Mav asked why. "Why!?! Because I don't know what exactly is going to happen. Is it going to be a happy, wonderful, exciting day or is it going to be a day that I'm left disappointed and crying. That's why!"Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-33369528762153062202013-02-08T14:46:00.000-08:002013-02-08T14:46:48.779-08:0012 Days & CountingThank you to answering my question. I've heard a lot input from you guys and from friends. Everyone has different opinions. I've heard chose the best, chose the best fit for you, chose the location, go with your gut feeling, and lots of other things. <br />
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We're still debating between program X and program Y for our second and third choice. One day says program X but I change my mind to program Y. We're just not on the same page. We need to be on the same page. <br />
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At dinner last night, we were on the same page. We both decided the better program would be second, grudgingly though. During pillow talk, Mav asked me if I would be happy at program X. I choked back the tears and admitted that I would not be happy at program X. I would be miserable. I would hate it. I hated the area when we interviewed there.<br />
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Then I told Mav what I think about every night before I fall asleep. This may be cheesy to you, it was cheesy to Mav. Every night before I fall asleep I imagine myself running at a barrel race. It's not just a day-dream-kinda-thing. I imagine that perfect run. Where I put my feet, how I hold my reins, when I sit down low in the saddle to make a snappy turn. I was near tears when I told Mav this. See. I miss riding so much. And really, I don't think I would be happy at program X. At least, not knowing that we will be making some money and could afford to have one of my horses. <br />
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I told Mav that I feel like I've put my life on hold for four years. Don't misunderstand me, please. I love being a mom and a wife. I chose this after all. I told Mav that I just don't want to become on of those people who never continued to do what they loved. I still have my passions and dreams. <br />
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And this is why we are back at the drawing board. <br />
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We have 12 days to make a decision. <br />
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Program X or program Y. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-3133093669817081162013-02-05T10:12:00.001-08:002013-02-08T14:47:08.885-08:00Rank List<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Rank lists are due.</div>
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I knew this wasn't going to be easy. But I didn't anticipate how hard it would be either. How do you decide when you're torn between two places?</div>
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Maybe you guys can help. Will you listen to our dilemma? I would really appreciate it if you did. </div>
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Soooo... Our first choice was easy. A no-brainer actually. But two and three, we keep debating on. We go back and forth every day. Maybe we should rank program X as two and program Y as three. And by the way, four through eleven, we know. It's two and three we can't decide. This is where you come in. </div>
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Let me tell you about program X. Mav fell in love with it. He loved the program. The people are really cool. The hospital is practically brand new. It's not a real huge city. Low crime rate. Cheap price of living. The weather is comparable to St Louis: hot, humid with more snow in the winter. But it's further east. Basically, it's an amazing, awesome, incredible program. But it's further east. </div>
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Now, program Y. Not nearly as amazing as program X; still good though. Mav feels like he would still get good training. Now, this program is closer to home. As a matter of fact, it's a day's drive. We would have non-stop visitors. We could go camping and snowboarding. I could have my horses and dog. The weather is warm. It's cheap price of living. Did I mention I could have my horses and dog?<br />
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Here's my other question. Does this even matter? Really. It's our two and three spot. They're both high on our list. Do we just flip a coin and say whatever? And who knows exactly how the match really works? What would you do? How did you handle this? Were you torn? </div>
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Happy Halloween y'all! <br />
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We've been celebrating Halloween all week long. Last night, it was the barrel racing association's annual costume contest. I believe Squeaks and my horse looked pretty darn cute. I made their costumes. I know, I know. I'm great. <br />
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And not only did my horse look good, she ran good too. I finally landed in the pay window. $42. It's been a while since I've won money. But that's the way it goes when you're away from home for almost four years. With us being home since August (for Mav's away rotations), I've been riding nearly every day. Riding consistently sure does pay off. Literally. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-964587890151375632012-10-25T23:16:00.002-07:002012-10-25T23:16:48.999-07:00Let the Interview Season BeginIt's really happening. We are all applied for residency. And we're already hearing back for interviews. <br />
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Mav has applied to 28 programs. We have been requested to interview at 12 of them and we're on the waiting list for another. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. We've heard back from nearly half of the programs we applied to. Rumor is from a lot of people in this residency that we'd be lucky to hear from a quarter of them. I think we're doing good. <br />
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Does anyone else say 'we' when it comes down to this whole medical career thing? Sometimes I found myself thinking it's really weird that I say 'we.' I'm not the actual one in medical school you know. But you know what, I have been with Mav since his second year of undergrad. This is a 'we' effort for us. <br />
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Back to the residency thing. I'm super excited. I'm just curious of y'all. How many have residencies have you applied to? Have you heard back from some? Are you going to travel with your spouse to the interviews? I wish everyone the best of luck through this year's interviewing season. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-75708257763274269682012-10-17T21:32:00.002-07:002012-10-17T21:32:51.351-07:00Away Rotations Really Do Take You AwayWe've been gone. We've been gone for a long, long, <em>loooong</em> time now. <br />
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We decided to do two away rotations. We've heard from a lot of people in Mav's chosen specialty that it's who-you-know in this specialty that will get you noticed, interviews and hopefully, a job. So two away rotations it was. <br />
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<em>Man</em>. We've regretted it. I think with Mav's Step scores and how well he's done in everything, <em>really</em> <em>everything</em>, we probably didn't need to do the two. One away rotation to the our top pick would have been just fine. But no. We decided to heed everyone's advice and do two. <br />
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You guys. It's sucked! Well, let me take that back for a second. The first rotation was great. Fantastic. Amazing. Mav loved it. He would come home with a skip in his step and would be so excited to tell me about his day. He loved the first program. He loved the residents. He loved the place. He loved it, to say the least. And they loved him!<br />
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But this second one, it's been something else. It's the complete opposite from the other away rotation. Yeah, the residents are nice. But Mav feels like this place doesn't care about him in the least bit. They don't seem to care that he's chosen them or even care about the amount of money he's spent to come do a rotation with them. We're talking nearly a thousand bucks y'all. He's nearly done with this rotation and no one has presented him with information about the residency or tried to talk it up. Did I mention the tears that were shed when Squeaks and I dropped him off at the airport? The second rotation has been aweful. It's been hard. It's sucked!<br />
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Mav only has nine days left at this horrible place. Then we'll head back home. And let me tell you how excited I am for that. I cannot wait to get back to our normal again. I cannot wait for Squeaks to get back to a routine! She hasn't had one since August. It's taking its toll on me and her. <br />
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And how I wish internet friends, that I could tell you just where Mav is so you too can avoid this horrible place. But I'm sure you understand that it must all be so discreet until Match Day. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-20682765993486448472012-08-09T00:26:00.001-07:002012-08-09T00:27:18.115-07:00Fighting SucksIt has been one crappy week people.<br />
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It started with needing to register our car. We thought it was going to be your typical routine thing. Well, we were wrong. We needed to replace a part. It wasn't a big deal except it took Mav's entire Saturday morning off to do it. Whatever. We got it to pass. That's what counts right?<br />
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Saturday night I was expecting him to be home from work around 11:30. Instead, I got a call from him. The way he sounded I thought someone had died. And of course I thought the very worse. Instead he started cussing that someone had busted his passenger window out. At least we had already got our car to pass safety and emissions. What Mav wasn't aware of was we had some serious wind blowing that night. I think the wind picked something up to shatter his window. That was something else that needed to be fixed.<br />
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Then today, we had a window guy out to fix a crack in my truck's windshield. Instead of fixing it, it cracked more. He said he couldn't fix it and wouldn't charge us. Oh goody. But now, we're going to need a new windshield.<br />
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Next week, we're driving cross country for away rotations. Gas prices are insane! <br />
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We have almost maxed out our credit cards.<br />
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He's applying for residencies. He'll be flying all over the country. <br />
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All of this equals to one big fight between me and Mav.<br />
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And me being up way too late...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-52287665273579246812012-08-01T14:47:00.000-07:002012-08-01T14:47:23.045-07:00One Less DebtIn my hand is the title for my truck! It's a wonderful, glorious feeling to know my truck, is actually and really my truck. It's a good feeling you guys! <br />
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And did I mention that we paid it off three months early? Even better huh?<br />
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That's one less debt to worry about. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-50523774040575848242012-07-28T08:24:00.000-07:002012-07-30T08:05:23.763-07:00My Husband RocksI was at Wal-Mart the other day. Mav called me from work. It was 11 in the morning. I remember thinking this is a little odd but only a little. Whatever.<br />
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Mav chatted me up, asking what I was doing. My answer, "Duh! You know exactly what I'm doing. What are <i>you </i>doing?"<br />
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Mav: "Oh. I got my Step Two scores back."<br />
Me: "Really? How'd ya do?"<br />
Mav: "I passed."<br />
Me: "You passed? Don't you get a number score?"<br />
Mav: "Yeah."<br />
Me: "Well, what was it?"<br />
Mav: "Good enough. I scored above my Step One score."<br />
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Mav's Step One score was 244. We were hoping he'd score at least even with it. <br />
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Me: "Good. What was it?!?"<br />
Mav: "Two... Sixty... Nine..."<br />
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Mav: "269."<br />
Me: "269?!? Really?!? That! Is! AWESOME!!" <br />
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And the people in Wal-Mart were staring at me as I was screaming into my phone. I'm sure you guys get why I was screaming into my phone and doing a happy dance in the middle of Wal-Mart.<br />
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My husband scored a 269 you guys! He is friggin' amazing! I seriously could not be any prouder of him!!Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-75438744492497409372012-07-21T07:47:00.001-07:002012-07-21T07:47:30.906-07:00AwesomeMav just started fourth year. He's 13 days into it so far. <br />
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He came home on day one, walked through the door and said to me, "Fourth year is awesome!" He then told me about his first day as a fourth year med student. He was so relaxed and was actually smiling about the day, (as compared to third year where he was always tense and tired.) <br />
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He told me about rounds and the people he was working with. People are happy! He's happy!! Then he told me about a conversation he had with the man in charge. It went like this:<br />
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Mav: I know I'm going to regret asking this but what is protocol around here? What do you expect from me? <br />
Man in charge: Whatever you want. You want to learn something, ask. You want to do a procedure, ask. You want anything, ask. It's up to you.<br />
Mav: Really?<br />
Man in charge: Really. You're a fourth year now. <br />
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Obviously, Mav couldn't believe his ears. I couldn't believe mine either. Mav explained to me that this huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. No expectations. Zero anxiousness about shelf exams. No pressure about presenting. By no means is this a pass to be a complete lazy bum but this is a huge relief for Mav. <br />
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Mav is right. Fourth year <i>is </i>awesome! Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-39848760258855967992012-06-18T12:34:00.000-07:002012-06-18T12:34:24.248-07:00Life is GoodYou know those moments? The ones where everything is going your way and there is nothing to complain about? I'm pretty sure the planets have to align just right for it to happen but occasionally it happens and you find yourself thinking, "Life is good." <br />
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Life is good. <br />
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Wanna know why? <br />
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I'm home. With my family. My whole family. <br />
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Wanna know what else? <br />
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I just spent all morning pampering my horse. It's therapeutic for me. And I have missed it so much. <br />
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Wanna know more?<br />
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As I was braiding my horse's tail, I could hear Squeaks giggling as she was being chased around the yard by my dog. <br />
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Life is so good, guys. So, so good. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-74172615138513494022012-06-15T09:48:00.001-07:002012-06-15T09:48:23.009-07:00Third Year is Over!It's over! Third year is officially over! <br />
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Most people who have done medical school, say third year is the worst. And I agree. It was hard for me and Squeaks. It was hard for Mav too. It was a hard year. <br />
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I think it was hard because third year matters. Mav wanted to do well on all of his rotations. The worst part for him was probably that he was gone all day long and <i>then </i>he would have to come home and study all night long. On the plus side, no rotation lasts forever. The first day of surgery, he came home saying only seven weeks and seven days left. Surgery was the worst! Psych was a close second. It was easy for Mav but he hated it. <br />
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It's done! It's behind us! Mav came out pretty well, I think. He honored in surgery, pediatrics and OB/GYN. <br />
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And now we get to move onto the fun stuff: fourth year. We get to start researching residencies, interviewing and counting down to match day and graduation. We can start planning the next chapter of our lives! Well, as much as you can plan it with the match. I can hardly believe we're almost done. <br />
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So, here's to fourth year!! Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-5932894001138811602012-05-30T19:52:00.000-07:002012-05-30T19:52:03.291-07:00Wifey-1 Hubs-0Remember when Squeaks was sick? It was a couple weeks back. She had a pretty good fever but that was it. We didn't rush to the doctor or anything. We gave her some Tylenol and that was good enough.<br />
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Three days later, I was so sick. I noticed Sunday night that my throat was getting sore. <br />
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Monday morning, my throat was on fire and my entire body ached. By Monday night, I was shaking with a fever. To tell you the truth, I have never had the chills and a fever. It was horrible! I didn't sleep at all that night. I was so sore the next morning. <br />
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Tuesday was no better. I still had a fever, the chills and a super sore throat. So sore that all I wanted was chicken broth to eat. I couldn't eat real food because it hurt. <br />
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Wednesday morning I woke up free from the fever but my throat hurt still. Whatever. But I noticed this weird bump on the side of my thumb. I didn't think anything of it. It was actually similar to a callus I used to have on my thumb from roping. Did you know I can rope? I'm pretty handy with a rope y'all. Anyway, the bump turned into many bumps and it had this weird itchy sensation. It didn't hurt. It just bugged. Mav could barely see them. He thought I was nuts. <br />
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Of course, it took Mav a matter of seconds to pull out his doctor-groove and get to work on Squeaks. Me, I had to wait three days for him to eve notice I was sick. He checked out my throat. I had something he said, maybe strep and my ears looked weird and my hands, meh. He said if I didn't feel better by Thursday morning, I should call a real doctor. <br />
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Thursday came. My throat still hurt. My hands still had the weird bump-rash-thing. But now, my feet were having the same weird itchy sensation but no rash. I went to the doctor. I really hate it when doctors only talk to my husband about medical school stuff. It drives me nuts. I don't mind friendly chatting for about a minute but past that, I feel like I'm being ripped off as a patient. So the doc and Mav were talking and then she turned to me and said, "What's up?" I tell her. She runs a strep test, it comes back negative. I do have an ear infection. She isn't sure about the sore throat though. She tried to write off my hands like I was crazy, just like Mav. I seriously had to put them in front of her face and scream, "LOOK!" She takes a look and then I tell her it's happening around my feet too. <br />
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Light bulb! I could seriously see the light switch flip on. <br />
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She examines me closer. Tells me to open my mouth one more time. And she sees it!! <br />
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I had hand-foot-and-mouth!! <br />
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I turn to Mav and say, "Told you so!!" He laughed at me when I told him prior to that, that I really thought I had hand-foot-and-mouth. He explained it was a childhood disease, rare in adults. I know all this. Squeaks has had hand-foot-and-mouth before, when she was about 16 months old. <br />
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Squeaks might have had this too and gave it to me. It's weird. I hear it's going around like crazy though. <br />
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So I diagnosed myself. Without the help of my almost-a-doctor-husband. I'm proud of it too. I know moments like these will not happen often. Kind of like the <i>one</i> <i>time</i> we were golfing in Seattle and I made a 30 foot putt and he didn't. Things like that are rare and I'm not about to let him forget about them either. <br />
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<i>Bwhahaha! </i>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-51281900865129852632012-05-14T11:22:00.000-07:002012-05-14T11:22:34.586-07:00Sick SqueaksLast Thursday, Squeaks and I had an uneventful day. We didn't do much.<br />
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Squeaks was pretty whiny. Typical two year old, right? I didn't think much about it.<br />
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Thursday night, is Big Bang night. Mav and I are crazy about The Big Bang Theory. We love it! Squeaks loves it too. She gets up and dances with the theme song. When we settled down to watch it and the song came on, Squeaks didn't move. Instead she crawled up onto the couch and put her head in my lap. She has <i>never</i> done that. <i>Ever</i>. My child is not cuddly. That night she was though. She wanted to share my blanket. My hand had to be just right on her cheek. If I moved my hand, she screamed. Then I noticed she had goosebumps.<br />
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It was kinda neat to watch Mav shift right into doctor mode. He grabbed his stethoscope and borrowed our neighbor's ear-looker-inner-thingy and went to work. She had a temperature of 102.9. Actually, it was 103.9 because you add a degree when you check a temp in the armpit. I forgot about that. Good thing I have an almost-doctor around. <br />
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So Squeaks had something. Mav concluded a visit to the ER or the doctor the next day wasn't worthwhile. She didn't have a cough, a rash, no ear infection that he could tell, maybe she had a sore throat. Her temp went down a couple degrees with Tylenol. She was fine, she felt crummy, but she was fine. <br />
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I think, for the most part, I'm going to like having a doctor in my house. It just might come in handy.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-57654634000245550722012-05-04T12:27:00.001-07:002012-05-30T19:52:15.382-07:00Parking TicketsSqueaks and I were outside playing with our neighbors when Mav got home from work. He got out of his car, grabbed his stuff from the back seat, glared at me and then slammed the car door. He went straight into the house without saying a single word to me.<br />
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Scary, huh? Honestly, my first thought was, "What did I do?" I was terrified. My neighbor and I just looked at each other. I tried to make a lame excuse but ultimately told her I'd better grab Squeaks and get inside to find out what that was all about. I ran to the backyard and grabbed Squeaks from the swing set.<br />
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As we walk back to the house, I hear Mav raving about the <strike>stupid </strike>city we live in. He got <i>another</i> parking ticket. The second one in a month. He thinks the city is out to get him. I almost believe him now.<br />
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He's a third year. He has basically parked in the same spot every day for the last three years.<br />
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So the first ticket was given in his usual spot. The reason: because he parked on the grass. Really? He had one tire on the grass. It wasn't even all the way on the grass. He tried to get off the road as far as possible. I thought it was courtesy to other drivers. And a protection to make sure no one takes off your mirror on accident. $25. Whatever. Mav just makes sure not to park on the grass again. Maybe he'll just park in the middle of the road from now on. People really do that in this city. There will be four lanes of traffic and two of them will have parked cars in them. Weird, I know. I'll be driving in the right lane and have to move over because there is a car parked there. <br />
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Now, this ticket really makes Mav peeved. He checked the signs. One says, "No Parking the 2nd Thursday of the Month." No striped curb. There is a sign that says "No Parking - Bus Zone" but it's a good 20 feet from his car. He can park. He parked. He comes out and there's a ticket plastered to his windshield. They claim he was parked in a bus zone. Really? Another $25?<br />
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I'm a little upset myself. You can count; that's $50 in one month. First thing I ask Mav is if he took pictures. "NO!" he says. Then there's a light bulb. He knows should've taken a picture. His cell takes them.<br />
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We're debating on fighting this. They've gotten at least $100-150 in parking tickets from us since we've lived here. But is it really worth it to go and sit for half the day over 25 bucks? I'm surely not going to do it. There's no way I'm going to sit there with Squeaks. I'm trying to convince Mav that we're fine paying the stupid ticket. We've saved $1200 by not buying a parking garage pass from the school. <br />
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Ugh... Isn't there bigger things to worry about here than parking tickets? Perhaps the fact that this city is number one in violence and homicides in the nation?Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-64433111987086850052012-05-01T19:15:00.001-07:002012-05-04T11:46:03.893-07:00Summer PlansWe have this routine at our house. It's probably the same routine at your house too.<br />
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Mav comes home from work. Squeaks hears his car because he usually has Zebrahead blaring from his stereo. She jumps up and opens the door to say, "Hi Daddy!" Mav gives her a kiss says, "Hi Squeaks! What did you do today?" She usually rambles on about her toys, doggies or watching Belle. Then Mav asks me what we <i>really </i>did today. Now, as of last week, I would have said homework. But this week, I have answered, "Nothing! Not a thing! And I loved it!"<br />
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The first day that I was done with school, Squeaks asked me to help her with her princess puzzle. She actually didn't ask me in such elegant words; it was, "Mommy! Sit! Help!" Usually, I would tell her no. But this time, I had tears in my eyes as I laid on the floor with her, working on her puzzles. I can play with my little girl. <br />
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It has been glorious. I'm such a better wife. I'm a happier mommy. I'm a much better friend. My house is clean. I don't mind making dinner. Mav even commented the other day that I seem really chipper lately. <br />
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So my plans for my summer off? I have been working on Squeaks' scrapbook. (No, I'm not an ultra crafty person. But I don't know what else to do with her 8x10 portraits. 12x12 scrapbook it is!) I'm working on a quilt for my bro-in-law's wedding gift. (Maybe I am crafty after all.) I have a couple of friends who are having babies, I'm making blankets for them too. (Alright, I am crafty.) I'm going to read the Hunger Games. I started training for a 5k. And Squeaks and I are going to get some awesome flip-flop tan lines.<br />
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Basically, I am going to enjoy my time off doing whatever <b><i>I </i></b>want to do. </div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-20346471194548001302012-04-24T08:21:00.001-07:002012-04-24T08:23:08.857-07:00Huge Sigh of Relief<div style="text-align: justify;">
I <i>finally </i>received my grades for the semester. </div>
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I was all sorts of nervous because my proctor didn't follow my teacher's
simple instructions of faxing the test and then mailing the hard copy
to her. They just mailed it. My teacher and I have been waiting on the
mail for the past eight days. <i>And you know the mail... </i></div>
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Well, she received my test yesterday. I got my final grade. And I passed! </div>
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No more math for me! No more math! No more math! And yes! I'm singing and doing a happy dance. </div>
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So I'm just two classes short of getting my associates. Come December,
I'll have a fancy-shmancy paper to hang up. And you know what? I'm going to hang it proudly.
It's taken me nearly six years to get this far.<br />
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Yeah. Six years to get an associates. Kinda sad but if some people knew what exactly I've been doing for the past six years they'd understand. It's been a long, hard road to get this far. I worked full time, got married, supported Mav through undergrad, helped Mav apply and get accepted to med school, got pregnant, still worked, moved across the country, Mav started medical school, we had a baby and the baby is now 2 1/2. I've been going to school the <i>whole </i>time. Can I tell how big of a pain it is to do online classes and the whole proctoring thing from your home school in a different state? The biggest pain ever! <br />
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For the past six years, especially since my baby was born, I've felt like a person in the circus. The person who has about ten plates spinning atop sticks. It takes a lot of time management to keep all of them spinning at once; you can't neglect any of them. If one of them gets neglected, it slows and then falls, smashing to pieces. While the person it busy cleaning up the mess, the next thing they know they all start to smash to the ground. It's a juggling act but it is a very possible juggling act. <br />
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It's been a hard juggling act for the past six years, but I've done it. And I'm letting out a huge sigh of relief here...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-27610307265222227212012-04-13T13:16:00.001-07:002012-04-13T13:22:06.920-07:00The Healthcare IssueThis is brave, I know. This Healthcare Reform thing is a very, <i>very </i>touchy subject. I hate the feeling of walking eggshells though. I've been working on this idea, of bringing up the subject for a while now. I lay in bed and think about it. Constantly. Is this going to effect Mav? Is it going to effect our friends who are going into medicine as well? Will it effect the way Mav treats his future patients? How will this effect our future that Mav has worked so hard for? <br />
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So for the past few days I've been surfing the web. I've read lots of articles. Nearly all of them are how this healthcare reform will effect the public. I've found very few about the effects on doctors. The few I've read seem to be written by people who believe doctors are selfish, greedy people and are paid way too much. Let me be honest, those ones just make me mad. <br />
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I want to have a solid opinion on this subject matter. I am asked constantly about it when people discover my husband is in medical school. My reply is mostly, "I don't know enough but I <i>think</i>..." I want to fill in the blank with a good, educated answer. Right now, I'm riding the fence. <br />
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So ladies and gents, what's your opinion? Do you stay up late, like I do, wondering how this will work out? Do you worry about your significant other's patients? Do you agree or disagree with this healthcare reform as a whole or maybe just bits and pieces? Have you read any good articles about it lately? Especially ones that seem unbiased, fair and/or honest?<br />
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I would really love to hear from you.<br />
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I did a lot of research of whether this should be 'effect' or 'affect.' I decided 'effect' was proper. Cause and <i>effect</i>, right? Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-18230941011423655972012-04-10T20:39:00.002-07:002012-04-10T20:40:57.562-07:00This Better Be Worth It<div style="text-align: justify;">We just paid for Mav's Step II test.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had been warned by our friends to set aside this money because it's not counted into our student loans. We just put the idea on the back burner. We wish we hadn't now. I'm now passing this lovely bit of information on to all you second years: <i>set this money aside when you get your money! </i>DO IT!! And yes! I am shouting!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Ask me how much it was. Go ahead. Do it. It was 1700 dollars. 1700 bones. Yes. That is a 17 with two zeros following the 17 part. One thousand seven hundred dollars. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel like I've been violated in some way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>All I can say is this doctor thing better be worth it. My heck. <i>$1700? </i>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-20185170983734034802012-04-08T20:59:00.001-07:002012-04-09T10:30:30.188-07:00Poor SportI'm sometimes a poor sport. So what. Tell me who isn't? At some point, someone will show unsportsmanlike conduct. Even the most mellow people will do it. Really. It's only a matter time. <br />
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Let me explain. For Easter, I played the Easter Bunny. (By the way, Happy Easter!) Squeaks got an adorable, super poofy dress, sunglasses, and a baseball glove with velcro to help her learn to catch. Mine and Mav's basket was filled with a movie and a card game. It was simple. I'm not sure why some people go to crazy Christmas-birthday-elaborate attempts for Easter. Maybe I'm the only one who feels this way. Anyway, our movie was Bruce Almighty. I explained to Mav that at Christmas we get Christmas movies and Bruce Almighty was the closest thing to an Easter movie that I could find. It has <i>God </i>in it, right? Our card game, Monopoly Deal. We played it with friends a while back. It was a lot of fun. And we are <i>always </i>looking for good games to play. <br />
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I'm warning you now, do not get this game to play with just you and your husband. It causes fights. Big fights. Mav actually went straight to bed after I threw my cards at him. For a second time. This is where my unsportsmanlike conduct comes in.<br />
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Really. I'm actually mad that the kid is a genius. I hate him for it. It makes me mad. And it really makes me mad when he beats me in stupid, simple games like checkers. In school, he was the punk kid who sat in the back of the class, hardly paying attention. I was in the front row trying to listen to everything. Come test day, he's the kid who scores 120% on the test, which throws off the curve, making kids like me fail regardless of how hard we try. It's not fair! And once again I got beat by the smart kid! <br />
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This game really <i>is </i>fun to play with a group. We like it because unlike Monopoly, it doesn't take 20 hours to play instead it's about 20 minutes. But when it's just two players, there is only one person to steal properties and money from. That is not a good thing. Personally, I don't like being screwed with on purpose and that's what this game encourages. Stealing and screwing other players.<br />
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Now, we do have some awesome marriage friendly games that don't result in couples sleeping in separate rooms.<br />
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For a group we recommend:<br />
<ul><li>Pirates of the Caribbean Dice Game</li>
<li>Farkle</li>
<li>Catch Phrase</li>
<li>Dicecapades </li>
</ul>For just the two of you but still super fun with groups, we highly recommend:<br />
<ul><li>Ticket to Ride- US version with 1910 expansion pack and the Dexter & Alvin expansion</li>
<li>Carcassonne with the Princess & Dragon, Inns and Cathedrals, The River, and Traders and Builders expansions. </li>
<li>Sequence </li>
</ul>We have spent a lot of playing Carcassonne and Ticket to Ride. We actually got Carcassonne for Christmas two years ago. We seriously played it almost every night for two or three hours or until we were too tired to see anymore. Then we got Ticket to Ride and it was the same thing. Now, all our neighbors and friends are addicted. They are such good games. We haven't bored of them yet. <br />
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Maybe to avoid the fights, we'll have to stick to Carcassonne and Ticket to Ride with just the two of us playing. <br />
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Do you know of any other games that are couple friendly? Or maybe ones that aren't? What are your favorites?Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-60627777238198566932012-04-02T17:57:00.001-07:002012-04-02T18:06:49.576-07:00Pretty SpoiledMav is on outpatient pediatrics. It's sweet.<br />
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The weather here has been glorious. It was 90 today. Squeaks and I, along with our neighbors, blew up the pool in the backyard and played all day long.<br />
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Spoiled, huh?<br />
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Around five this evening, I felt horrible. I thought I had tunnel vision. I was woozy. It felt like my brain was swollen and could possibly blow out of my head. I was hot but cold. Maybe dehydration or heat exhaustion. Who knows.<br />
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Well, I laid on the couch and told Mav I was going to die. Dramatic, I know. He asked me what was for dinner. I didn't even raise my head to stare at him but I told him I <i>was </i>going to make tater-tot casserole. Now, I was doing nothing but dying! I told him that he and Squeaks were on their own.<br />
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Mav told me to go take a nap and he'd make dinner. I refused. I needed to do <i>my </i>homework. I only have two weeks left and I have to pass this blasted math class. I tried to listen to a lecture. I tried for about two minutes but couldn't manage. I got up slowly and walked past Mav who was starting dinner. I told him to wake me up in 45 minutes or so.<br />
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And I crashed. I woke up 45 minutes later to dinner on the table.<br />
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Spoiled, huh?<br />
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Want the recipe for my tater-tot casserole? Click below to see it. My two year old and picky husband love it. Best of all, it was easy enough to explain to Mav how to make it, all by himself. <br />
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1/2 lbs browned, drained hamburger<br />
2 cans cream of mushroom soup<br />
Tater-tots, baked according to package<br />
Cheese, lots of it<br />
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Mix cream of mushroom soup and hamburger in 8x8 pan. Layer tater-tots on top of soup mixture. Cover with foil. Stick in the oven at 375 for about 20 minutes or until soup is bubbly. Sprinkle (a lot) cheese over tater-tots and return to oven till cheese is melted. Serve! We serve it with green beans. They go pretty good with it. Enjoy! Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-11385398167890421322012-03-26T18:16:00.000-07:002012-03-26T18:16:13.908-07:00An Away RotationMav just got his fourth year schedule. We're pretty excited. We know exactly what he's going to be doing until the day he officially becomes Maverick, MD. Happy day!<br />
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We have a question for y'all though. What is your opinion on away rotations? Does it help in pleading your case for a residency position? Is it a waste of time? We've heard a couple different things like <i>it is </i>really good to go because you're not another face in the crowd of residency applicants but then again, all you can do is screw up on your away rotation. <br />
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What do you think? What do your significant others think? We'd love the input. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562148957353976568.post-59556790562504582332012-03-18T08:53:00.002-07:002012-03-26T18:35:02.290-07:00Feeling Like a Single ParentSome days I feel like a single parent. It comes with the territory of being a med school wife. Some rotations are cake but then there's the horrible ones. You know, the ones where you only see your better half when they're climbing into or out of bed. Or not at all, I've had to meet Mav at the hospital for lunch so Squeak and I could actually see him in only partial zombie mode. The joys of third year...<br />
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Today is one of those days that I feel like a single parent. I've rarely had this feeling. Squeaks is a super easy toddler. Nonetheless, she's still a toddler. But Squeaks makes it easy being a single parent for a short amount of time. <br />
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Until today. Squeaks had a slight running nose yesterday. I think it's allergies. Nothing horrible. But this morning, she came into my room with thick, gooey snot creeping from her nose to her chin. Gross!!<br />
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Now, this wouldn't be a problem any other day of the week but today is Sunday. We have church. Squeaks attends her own classes. (Yes, my two year old attends church classes but it's more of two hours of play time with a five minute lesson about Jesus.) And I teach a class too, the five to six year old kids. And Mav is working. <br />
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So today, I had to call in sick for my class. I feel bad. But I'd feel worse knowing that someone else would be constantly wiping my child's gooey nose. Oh. And I would feel twice as bad if Squeaks actually had a cold that spread to the whole class. That's just not cool. <br />
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So today, I had to be a single parent. I had to suck it up and ask someone else to take over my responsibilities. It's actually a good thing for me. I'm a rather prideful person. I need to learn that sometimes I simply can't be there all. the. time. And that's ok. Because we all know, there's going to be a lot more of this single parent thing in the years to come. And that's ok too. <br />
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I'm secretly excited to sit at home and watch some NCAA basketball. Hee! Hee! Go SLU! Tip off is at 1:45.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00739778134191968535noreply@blogger.com0