Oops!

I wasn't sure before now, but my back is definitively feeling better.

I've been seeing a chiropractor twice a week for a nearly a month and yeah, it's working.

How do I know?
1. I'm not in pain at work
2. I forgot my appointment this afternoon.

How'd She Know?

Found in my purse this evening:



I think a young woman in my office left it for me. A lovely cotton knitted dishcloth.



Now, how'd she know I left dishes in the sink this morning?

Go, Carla!

Carla Richardson and I were roommates our first year in college. Now she's family physician Dr. Carla Lambert and today is the grand opening of her private practice, Truly Blessed Health and Wellness Center in Beltsville, Maryland.

Congratulations,
Dr. Lambert!

Surviving Lent

It is possible to smile so much your face gets sore. I realized last week at work. One of the folks I work with nearly laughed their head off when I told them what my goal for Lent is. The response was, "You'll never make it!"

Not exactly encouraging, huh?

Well, it's been nearly a week, and so far, so good.

Shiny Red Shoes

I shook things up at work today. I usually wear my black clogs but today I wore the red patent leather ones.

It's amazing how many more smiles I saw today. I guess shiny, fire engine red shoes'll do that.

Birthday Ducks

Ok, so my sister is a nut. I love her, but she is a nut. How do I know, you ask? Because she sent me Teddy Bear pasta for my birthday. And because today I came home to find birthday package #2 from her. There were elegant little packages of bath confetti, salts, and beads.

And these:


They are called Naughty and Nice Ducks, BTW. And they light up! Actually, they flash.


Thank you, Nicole!

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Oh, today was my second day at my second office. Pretty tame stuff, except that one of my patients, apparently unhappy with my decision to not reline her denture the day I delivered it (and I didn't even make it; the previous guy did), hit me. And no, I am not joking; she hit me. More like a swat, like a spanking.

I am over 40, and today I got a spanking.

Exhausted

Ok, so not only do I have a great job, I have one that I'm fitting into pretty well. Of course, adjusting to the hours isn't so easy. In fact, the hours are kicking my behind.

I nearly fell asleep driving home this evening. Yesterday too. And Last Friday I came home from work and almost immediately I dozed off. And, I wanna tell you- I honest-to-goodness slept. So much so that when I called my sister to check in with her (she wasn't feeling well), I fell asleep while talking to her.

And to those of you who are rolling your eyes and thinking "what's new?": NO, this wasn't my usual "sheree says stupid things when she nods off" but "sheree woke up to hear her voice and realized she had no idea what she'd said." How horrible is that?

So, I think I gotta get more sleep. I'm gonna have dinner in a few minutes (it's 6.20pm), and plan to be in bed at 9pm. I'd go now but I'm afraid I'll wake up at 2am and not be able to get back to sleep.

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As for the job itself: it's good! I'm settling in, finding my way. I think we might have even hired me an assistant! Woo-hoo!

First Day, No Jitters

Today was fabulous. Ok, it was fine. The people were friendly and helpful, and they even let me have the day to "settle in." I did some hygiene exams, including a very cheerful 5 year old. Tomorrow will be a heavier load, if only because at least emergency patient is on my schedule. It'll take time to "build my practice," but I am both excited and hopeful.

Oh, and I ordered scrubs, some supplies, and a filing cabinet. My desk doesn't have any drawers and I wanted some. Some now I'm gonna have a lovely little faux woodgrain cabinet (2 drawers & 1 filing box) to match my faux woodgrain desk. All that, AND I got to start work an hour late. Wish me luck tomorrow, when I have to be there at my "regular" start time of 7am. And no, that's not a typo.

You're Not Going to Buhleeve This!

Yesterday morning I was up at the butt-crack of dawn (6am-ish)- had a nice breakfast, piddled around a bit, etc. Since I was a little tired, I took a nap. I woke up to my mobile phone ringing: new boss calling to answer one of my many questions. Then I realized I'd missed a call while napping. Turns out, the Op Mgr from new office called to tell me that I only needed one DEA number. And to tell me to call the Manhattan DEA office because she'd upset them trying to fix the problem.

So, I'm running around collecting all the paperwork when my home phone rings. It's the DEA! And boy, is she pissed. Let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've had to cop some serious attitude with 3 different Manhattan DEA agents, just to get them to lose some of their attitude.

I know the old ditty about catching more flies with honey than vinegar, but really, who wants flies?

I think I finally got things settled.

Definitely not an ideal way to wake up from my lovely mid-morning nap.

New Beginnings

I have a new job! Yippee! Yahoo! I'm so excited. Can't you just picture me doing the happy dance? I start on April 9th. Can you believe it?! I'm going to be a little fish in a medium-sized farm. All the other fish seem nice and found me "delightful" when I interviewed with them.

So now I'm trying to wade through stuff like getting state prescription pads, DEA numbers, etc. The nice thing about having always worked in schools or federal facilities is that one simply used internal numbers because the institution took care of the details. But now I have to do what folks in the real world do. What I really wanna know is why it just cost me $1100 to get permission from the US government to write prescriptions for narcotics. Admittedly, it's for 2 different offices (cuz you have to have a number for each office in New York State) and my employer is reimbursing me, but $1100? Are they kidding?




And speaking of new beginnings, remember when I mentioned that Extreme Makeover Home Edition was in town? Well, the "big reveal" was yesterday afternoon. Alas, I didn't go; I actually forgot all about it. But, the house looks pretty cool.

What I like most is watching everyone scream "Move that bus!" and then seeing the family's reaction. Their whole story is here, by the way.

Congratulations, Oatman Family!