Abby^2

Funniest thing happened to me today at work.  So we had this kid who was getting all 4 wisdom teeth out and he was going to be sedated for the procedure.  He came in and I sat him and consented him and hooked him up to some monitors and he randomly goes, "You know who you look like? Whitney Port from 'The City.'"  Here is a picture of her before I go any further:

I mean, okay, maybe a little.

Side note: Other than "You are so tall!" I hear "You look like/remind me of ________," at least twice a week.  Sometimes people think I look like their niece, or granddaughter, or cousin, or certain celebrates.  I guess I have a generic face or something because it's pretty much never the same person that I look like twice.

Anyway, so the kid said I looked like Whitney and right before he goes under he says, "Whitney, what is your real name?" and I tell him it's Abby.  The Dr. puts in the IV and injects some medicine to put him in a "conscious sedation" state.  Which basically means he's not all the way under but enough so he won't remember anything.  The Dr. then leaves the room and I'm waiting there with the patient, keeping track of his vitals and stuff, when all of a sudden he starts saying stuff like, "Whitney, make sure you guys don't kill me," and "Take good care of me, okay Whitney."  I just giggled a ton and told him he would be fine.  So we do the procedure and afterward the kid is waking up from his anesthesia and he starts asking me tons of questions and telling me all about himself, all the while still only referring to me as "Whitney."  For example, "Whitney, do you clean teeth?" and "Whitney I want to be a nurse.  I'm in school right now studying it.  I want to help people." and "Whitney...Whitney...Whitney, I feel drunk."  And I just talked to him as if he was coherent, knowing fully well that he wouldn't remember any of this later.  I was, needless to say, very amused and almost told him that I was going to blog about him when I got home but didn't.

Tossing Cookies

I just spent the last three hours throwing up.  The following is a picture of me throwing up.  Just kidding, but wouldn't I be such a hard-core blogger if I actually had photo documented the wretched experience.  Aaaannnyyywwwaaayyyyyy.

You know, one thing I was thinking about the whole time I was having my "episode" was Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. If you don't remember from Psych 101 (which was as far as I got,) Maslow was a psychologist who said that we basically operated each day according to a pyramid of needs. That our entire life's pursuit is to meet those needs, starting at the bottom and only moving up once the need has been met.  Here is his pyramid:

I am fortunate enought to normally operate around the blue-green area; however, tonight as I layed my sweaty face on the rim of the toilet, I was mearly interested in surviving.  I wasn't thinking about what I wanted to do with my life, I didn't care who texted me, I wouldn't have batted an eyelash if my entire apartment was being burglarized, I just wanted to live.  Fascinating stuff I think.  When you find yourself suddenly knocked down to the bottom of the pyramid, it's a real reality check.  Makes you relize all the stuff you take for granted everyday.

Free for me.

Today was such a successful day I just HAD to blog about it. After waking up leisurely at 10, I sat around for an hour and then went and worked for a half an hour at this place I landscape. Then I got my oil changed. Then I went to Kohls and this lady said if I spent $25 or more in the makeup department she would give me a free makeup bag and some free makeup. So I bought some new eyeshadow that I wasn't planning on getting and I got all this awesome makeup and a wicked cool makeup bag. Then I came home and put all the makeup on and now I look SMOKIN'. Also all I've eaten today is peanut m&ms and mmmm I don't plan on branching out anytime soon.  Success! Thought of a really awesome poem in my sleep last night so I inevitably didn't write it down and also forgot it once I woke up. But it's good to know the inspiration is in there somewhere. Welp, have a good one!

PS - I also bought some $3 earrings that have little moose holding candy canes on them.  They look something like this:

Emotions

I'm radiology certified officially.  I know this because I didn't receive a call from BU last week.  They said if they didn't call that meant you passed so, that's how I know.  Also I'm not singing in the Christmas play anymore because my mom says I'm overcommitting myself.  Sometimes I have a lot of emotions all at the same time.  I thought there was something wrong with me but it just turns out I'm a woman.

Lately

I've been drawing that bird everywhere I go.

I say the following at least 10 times a day.

"That gauze you are biting on now, bite on that for a half an hour.  Here's some extra if you have any extra bleeding you can replace it.  If not, you don't need to worry about it.  Now the most important thing is for the first 2-3 days no spitting, smoking, drinking from a straw or a bottle, just drink straight from a cup or a glass.  The reason being, you are going to have a blood clot form where that tooth was extracted, any forcing of air or fluid past that blood clot could possibly dislodge it, exposing the bone underneath.  This is something called dry socket; it is very painful so you are going to want to avoid that.  Also, another way of avoiding it is no rinsing for the first day, but tomorrow at this time you can begin to rinse your mouth out with warm salt water and continue to do so after meals for the next week or so.  Also just try to stick to soft foods for the first few days. Rice, pasta, mashed potatoes, stuff like that. And tonight when you are brushing your teeth, just avoid that area all together, but tomorrow night you can go back to brushing regularly.  You will probably be numb for 2-3 hours.  The Dr. will meet your upfront with your prescription if you would like any pain medicine.  If you do decide to take the medicine we recommend that you take it before the Novocaine wears off so you're not waiting for it to kick in.  Alright, if you don't have any questions then you are good to go.  Have a good one."

*There are slight variations depending on if the patient got any sutures, how much Novocaine they got, if they had a flipper/denture/partial inserted after the extraction, if they are going to need to apply ice to reduce swelling, if it's an implant, if they are a child, if they ask two million questions, and so on.  Really exciting stuff -- I'm a sucker for redundancy.

Tyrannosaurus ReX-ray Certification

So tomorrow's the big day where I take my radiology certification exam.  I am exhausted after sitting through a full 8 hour lecture on x-rays today.  I'm sure it would be interesting to have me share some of my plethora of knowledge with all of you readers, however my brain is like a floodgate when it comes to tests and I do not want it to flow freely any sooner than when I have the test in front of me, so I'm going to keep the levees fully intact.  Did that even make sense?  Irregardless, here are a couple photographs.  The first is of the very first X-ray film ever taken and the other is I don't even know, some old photo or something.  Here.  Goodnight.  PS - That's just a ring on her finger so don't even think about asking me what it is.

From the tippity top of my lungs.

I was listening to Christmas music today while making dinner and found myself filled to the brim with Christmas cheer. So, I promptly decided that I will sing my little heart out in my church's Christmas play this year. I really really enjoy singing and, even though my voice cracks from time to time, I'd say I can carry a pretty good tune. Anyway, I'm probably not going to get a solo or anything major like that, but I will stand proudly in the back row of the choir and belt it straight from my diaphragm to the heavens above. The following is more-or-less what I will probably look like when performances roll around.I will let all you faithful fans of mine know when tickets go on sale. (Got that, Mom?)