I'm a little late in writing this blog, since it's already almost through week five already. I think that this is because week four truly did feel like the "hump" to get over and, in my slump, there didn't feel like a lot to write about. We're smack-dab in the middle of our rotation, and last week was definitely the hardest due to a lack of spending time with Bobby. I was scheduled almost all night shifts at Ann Taylor, and he was called in to work all weekend. We spent soooo much time together in Syracuse, so not seeing him feels like tearing the roots of a tree out of the ground, except the soil is my heart. (I've been reading "Breaking Dawn", hence the melodramatic simile)
I did get to see him Sunday night for a few hours and Monday morning when we had our "date" to the dentist's office. It was GREAT! I read magazines and drank gourmet coffee, talked to an old guy (with dentures that kept wanting to shoot out of his mouth) about the history of the Erie Canal. I joked around with the receptionist about the "Bird Man" who has a menagerie in his house and lives down the street from us. Meanwhile, Bobby was getting a major headache from the hygienist scraping plaque off his teeth, while stuck watching "The View", and eventually was told that he has an enormo amount of cavities! Thankfully, our first visit (X-Rays included) was all free! We'll wait and get a second opinion on his cavity situation.
[Minor Commentary on the Twighlight series: The author is obviously creating her dream reality, but at the same time, this reality reflects her real-life experiences: falling in love, and having a baby. In the book, it seems that she exaggerates about how wonderful it all is, but in a way, because words are so trite, you need to exaggerate to capture the "magic" of loving someone and having a child. I do look at my husband over and over and think how beautiful he is to me, like Bella does with Edward EVERY OTHER SENTENCE. I wonder how many women that I know have experienced an increased desire to have a baby due to the revelation of the joy/love that experience brings as described in those books. I know that reading the book, combined with friends of mine having children (Liberty!), has made me appreciate more what a gift it is.]
So, I got over the hump, because you do. Plus, I'm trying to embrace these slow, more purposeless days, and enjoy the quiet relaxation of them, instead of feeling pressured to find something meaningful to plug myself into and then guilty when I don't. I could and perhaps should volunteer though, and run...my body is getting weak.
Another semi-highlight of hump week was the impromptu road trip that Jamie took Kristen and I on to eat lunch in Buffalo at the bar/restaurant that created the original "Buffalo Wings"! Mom in the family who owned a restaurant didn't want some chicken to go to waste + her son and friends were hungry + some left over corn oil (?) = Buffalo Wings! Jamie is good about being spontaneous and appreciating the little activities that are at our fingertips every day. Plus, he doesn't mind driving long distances. Once, he drove 5 hours to NYC just for lunch!
Well, all this talk of Buffalo Wings is making me hungry, and there are some more in the fridge....
Later
oh, and Bobby is doing GREAT! He pumped a pediatric case this week, which requires more precision. He seems so strong to me...never complaining, hardly ever in a bad mood, and enthusiastic to share his days with me. He had a minute of a slump too though this weekend, because of working sooo much, and then having some of the patients die. It's got to be hard when you see a ton of money, as well as hours and hours of weekend time, and emotions all being spent by multiple people for what seems like nothing, because the patient dies. He knows that it's part of the job and, as long as he's not making an error that leads to their death, I don't think it'll weigh on him for too long. We'll see. Death is something that we can't quite reconcile, but shouldn't ignore.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Week Three
So, here's what's been happening lately...
Last week, Bobby worked 16-hour-days from 6:45am to 10:15pm. On Saturday, we slept in, slept in, and then slept in some more until 3:30pm. Although, I ended up wrecking the peace by having to throw up multiple times. I made it very dramatic...Bobby was sprinting to get the trashcan while I sealed my mouth shut with my fingers. The trashcan was full so he decided to search for a bag, but it was too late. I stumbled my way over to the trashcan, but knocked it over. Anyway, it was not cute.
Once that ordeal was over, we went "golfing" in what Bobby has now named "Buttswamp Course" (due to the marshy grass and nearby sewage plant). We really aren't golfers. Bobby gave the clubs over to me after about the fourth hole because his palms were bright red (even his practice swings look like he's attempting to chop down one of the Redwoods for speed and strength). My game was pretty good that day: meaning, I made contact with the ball on nearly every attempt. There were two main highlights of the entire afternoon: one, being lowered over a bridge by Jamie and Bobby into the stream to fish out a ball; and two, getting within 12 feet of a wild deer.
After that, we met up with Kristen and her friend to eat at a local, waterfront bar/restaurant, called Pelicans.
The next day was our FIRST ANNIVERSARY! We decided to go with the traditional gift materials, and give each other something paper this year. Bobby gave me nothing (but all his love and time), which I anticipated, so I made some of his coupons double-sided. In other words, if he wants to use his 15 minute massage coupon, I get to take him shopping with me (just an example). One of his favorite coupons was the 15 seconds of torture that he's allowed to freely inflict upon me...he was laughing maniacally (but I doubt he'll really use it).
We had a wonderful day: went to church, ate out on the water, talked about our marriage/year, and got lost taking an evening walk around the neighborhood. Because so much has changed in our lives, last year feels so long ago, but because our relationship has so much joy and love, it feels like less than a year since we married. I heard on the radio today, that out of 5,000 couples surveyed, the average amount of time after marriage that "love left the relationship" was 2 years and 6 months. Soooo, we'll have to keep a close eye out for signs of things that destroy that love and hold on to what we've got.
Well, lots of love to my friends and family reading this. I look forward to getting together with you!
Remember Amy in Belgium!
Last week, Bobby worked 16-hour-days from 6:45am to 10:15pm. On Saturday, we slept in, slept in, and then slept in some more until 3:30pm. Although, I ended up wrecking the peace by having to throw up multiple times. I made it very dramatic...Bobby was sprinting to get the trashcan while I sealed my mouth shut with my fingers. The trashcan was full so he decided to search for a bag, but it was too late. I stumbled my way over to the trashcan, but knocked it over. Anyway, it was not cute.
Once that ordeal was over, we went "golfing" in what Bobby has now named "Buttswamp Course" (due to the marshy grass and nearby sewage plant). We really aren't golfers. Bobby gave the clubs over to me after about the fourth hole because his palms were bright red (even his practice swings look like he's attempting to chop down one of the Redwoods for speed and strength). My game was pretty good that day: meaning, I made contact with the ball on nearly every attempt. There were two main highlights of the entire afternoon: one, being lowered over a bridge by Jamie and Bobby into the stream to fish out a ball; and two, getting within 12 feet of a wild deer.
After that, we met up with Kristen and her friend to eat at a local, waterfront bar/restaurant, called Pelicans.
The next day was our FIRST ANNIVERSARY! We decided to go with the traditional gift materials, and give each other something paper this year. Bobby gave me nothing (but all his love and time), which I anticipated, so I made some of his coupons double-sided. In other words, if he wants to use his 15 minute massage coupon, I get to take him shopping with me (just an example). One of his favorite coupons was the 15 seconds of torture that he's allowed to freely inflict upon me...he was laughing maniacally (but I doubt he'll really use it).
We had a wonderful day: went to church, ate out on the water, talked about our marriage/year, and got lost taking an evening walk around the neighborhood. Because so much has changed in our lives, last year feels so long ago, but because our relationship has so much joy and love, it feels like less than a year since we married. I heard on the radio today, that out of 5,000 couples surveyed, the average amount of time after marriage that "love left the relationship" was 2 years and 6 months. Soooo, we'll have to keep a close eye out for signs of things that destroy that love and hold on to what we've got.
Well, lots of love to my friends and family reading this. I look forward to getting together with you!
Remember Amy in Belgium!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Week One
Well, It's official. They've stolen my husband. I dropped him off at 6:45am; it's now 8:51 pm, and I haven't yet heard a word from B to come pick him up.
Part of me wants to pity him, worried that the long hours will be too much, but the truth is that I know he can handle it. I mean, he VOLUNTEERED to be at the hospital last Friday night from 1 am-7:30 am to get extra experience. He has definitely far surpassed me in nerdiness now. Wellllll, that's probably debatable: I have already gone to two libraries to try to get a card, which was unsuccessful. I will NOT pay $30.00 for a library card just because I don't have a permanent address! But I sort of crave books.
I am learning about medical procedures and the hospital environment though. The OR doesn't sound exactly like what you'd expect. From what I hear, there can be a lot more cursing, occasional lude comments, and even rap music. Unfortunately, I can't go into too much detail because there are things that go on in the hospitals that they don't want leaked...
As for me, I'm sort of all over the place, in a "focus" sense (as you may be able to pick up from this particular blog). One minute I'm thinking that I can become a technical writer, and the next I'm watching google videos about how to faux paint (which I think is sort of out, while wallpaper is back in -?). Agh, I need to stick to what I know: children/counseling, but it's kind of hard to find a job when you'll be leaving in seven - make that six - weeks. I can't complain though: today I laid by the pool, was fed food and drinks, and even got a little (oops)...burnt. (shhhh...getting a real tan is soooooo out, and soooo dangerous)
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, HOLLYWOOD...MY SKIN LOOKS CLEARER AND TIGHTER ALL SUMMER LONG. I'LL BE DARNED IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO GET MY SUNSHINE OUT OF A SPRAYCAN!
(out of all the messages Hollywood sends, this is the one I choose to fight?)
but, I digress...I watched "Idiocracy" yesterday. It's sort of a satire about how all of the "smarter/successful" people are waiting longer and longer to have children and are having fewer and fewer of them, while the "dumber/unsuccessful" people are breeding like...like....really fast. I have definitely seen evidence of this. In the movie, the result of this is a future where everyone is really raunchy and stupid, and the president is a muscle-bound ex-wrestler. So, Holly, Krystina, I think that it is our moral obligation and duty to our country to have babies! (Liberty, good work, almost.)
Okay, well, if you have any refutations or remarks, I'd love to hear them.
Have a good week!
oh, another thing that happened this past week was that I would have gotten hit in the head with a foul ball at a minor-league baseball game if I hadn't ducked. It felt like slow motion.
Part of me wants to pity him, worried that the long hours will be too much, but the truth is that I know he can handle it. I mean, he VOLUNTEERED to be at the hospital last Friday night from 1 am-7:30 am to get extra experience. He has definitely far surpassed me in nerdiness now. Wellllll, that's probably debatable: I have already gone to two libraries to try to get a card, which was unsuccessful. I will NOT pay $30.00 for a library card just because I don't have a permanent address! But I sort of crave books.
I am learning about medical procedures and the hospital environment though. The OR doesn't sound exactly like what you'd expect. From what I hear, there can be a lot more cursing, occasional lude comments, and even rap music. Unfortunately, I can't go into too much detail because there are things that go on in the hospitals that they don't want leaked...
As for me, I'm sort of all over the place, in a "focus" sense (as you may be able to pick up from this particular blog). One minute I'm thinking that I can become a technical writer, and the next I'm watching google videos about how to faux paint (which I think is sort of out, while wallpaper is back in -?). Agh, I need to stick to what I know: children/counseling, but it's kind of hard to find a job when you'll be leaving in seven - make that six - weeks. I can't complain though: today I laid by the pool, was fed food and drinks, and even got a little (oops)...burnt. (shhhh...getting a real tan is soooooo out, and soooo dangerous)
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, HOLLYWOOD...MY SKIN LOOKS CLEARER AND TIGHTER ALL SUMMER LONG. I'LL BE DARNED IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO GET MY SUNSHINE OUT OF A SPRAYCAN!
(out of all the messages Hollywood sends, this is the one I choose to fight?)
but, I digress...I watched "Idiocracy" yesterday. It's sort of a satire about how all of the "smarter/successful" people are waiting longer and longer to have children and are having fewer and fewer of them, while the "dumber/unsuccessful" people are breeding like...like....really fast. I have definitely seen evidence of this. In the movie, the result of this is a future where everyone is really raunchy and stupid, and the president is a muscle-bound ex-wrestler. So, Holly, Krystina, I think that it is our moral obligation and duty to our country to have babies! (Liberty, good work, almost.)
Okay, well, if you have any refutations or remarks, I'd love to hear them.
Have a good week!
oh, another thing that happened this past week was that I would have gotten hit in the head with a foul ball at a minor-league baseball game if I hadn't ducked. It felt like slow motion.
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