Wednesday, September 24, 2008

an addendum

just because i now find this absolutely hysterical...
there is a hole in my finger void of sliver
there are a bump and bruise on my left shin resulting from previously mentioned book case.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

If you can't beat'em...join'em.

Almost daily, I hear at least one catalog of injuries or pains. I suppose that is to be expected, working in a chronic pain management clinic, but I don't know exactly how I feel about that. If your always focused on the bad, that is all you will see. This morning I woke up and realized that I have my own little set of troubles and decided to blog about them. Why? I do not know. It seemed like a good idea at the time...
1) Insect bite. Right hand, between thumb and pointer finger. Swelling. Minor pain/irritation while holding writing utensils and attempting to write. Resulting from filling gas tank later in the evening.
2) Bruise. Right Upper Arm. Mostly healed. Hardly noticeable except for by vision. Resulting from mosquito bite earlier in the week. Potentially part of allergic reaction to previously mentioned mosquito.
3) Minor infection. Right hand, middle finger, second knuckle. Resulting from splinter received while helping friend put together newly purchased bookshelves from IKEA. At the time of injury, half of sliver was removed, but the infected portion was lodged deeper in the flesh and was inaccessible without specialized instruments.
4) Insect bite. Neck, left side. Severe itching and irritation. Dang mosquitoes.
5) Muscle soreness and spasms. Both legs-calves. Resulting from inadequate stretching previous to a 5-6 mile hike and followed immediately by minor chills due to being caught in a cloud burst and some mild canyon winds.
6) Puncture wound. Left foot. Directly under fourth toe. Caused by small glass shard inadvertently located in shag carpet just outside bathroom door. Profuse bleeding controlled by neosporin and band aid.
Okay. That's my current list of injuries and pains. Do I feel better for having done this? Not particularly. Will I do this again? Probably not. Well...maybe when my doctor requires me to do so. In the meantime, I'm pretty sure that I can come up with other things to keep myself entertained.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

warm fuzzy moment

As is typical for any given day at work, I spent quite a bit of time on the phone. This also means I spent quite a bit of time on hold. I've come to terms with it. I will learn patience by waiting for people, really, whether I want to or not. (another day ask me my theories on insurance companies and their corresponding hold/elevator music...fascinating.) As I was on the phone today I had a realization-I don't know that it fits in the "genius" category, but realization none the less. I made the mistake of wondering how many messages I leave on any given day. That lead to "I wonder how many people have me on their answering machine on any given day" and then it evolved to "I wonder how many scrapbooks I'm in that aren't my own," etc. Wow. That was kind of a crazy thought. How many times do we impact people without realizing it? With the whole switch to pre-authorizations at work, it's taken me away from the front desk more often than not. Yesterday I called one of our patients to set up an appointment for her and as we finished, she told me that she missed seeing me up front. Oh. Wow. Warm fuzzy. I'm missed! That's a happy thought. I guess I like to think that I could have had one of those moments where I unconsciously influenced someone for good...

Sunday, September 7, 2008

sooooo...i need to update this thing....hmmmm.......this kills me. i once had someone tell me, live a life that's novel worthy. i'd like to think that i do...that someday i will write a book about my life, but i don't know if that is the most promising idea that i've had in the past 5 years. i have all sorts of ideas, but if i can't remember them long enough to get them on a blog, how am i going to remember them long enough to get them in a book?!? good grief.
moving on...for christmas last year i gave my grandparents a "gift". i told them that i'd cook them dinner once a month for the next year. i do, and frankly, i enjoy it. today was one of those days. today, however, it turned into a service project on top of the dinner. i ended up transcribing a personal history while i was waiting for my lasagna to cook. i have honestly never met this woman and i probably won't ever meet her, but i'm not going to lie...i loved reading her stories. she made me mildly nostalgic for my childhood, but also made me completely amazed and amused by the child warnings and recalls that are announced every day. i have a new nephew. next week, he'll be one month old. a few days ago, we took him out on his first outing to target(monumental, i'm sure). as his mother and i walked down the baby aisle, we noticed three or four toys all on recall for some reason or another. becky made the comment that she wasn't sure that she wanted her kid to play with toys that could potentially be harmful. reverting back to the unknown woman and her personal history, this woman wrote about her favorite toys and childhood haunts. she used to play in the rafters in the roof of her house in all the electrical wires...she broke her nose jumping off that same roof...her plans for a swimming pool in the freshly dug hole for a septic tank...and my personal favorite, the basement that leaked water so she and her brother built a raft to play in the basement and once fell in...really? why were my toys not that cool?!? how is it that our parents and grandparents had the incredible toys with small pieces, lead-based paint, and random straps that could potential injure children with small body parts? why is it that when my basement flooded, i was restricted to the upper level until the water had been drained...i suppose with experience comes practicality...oh well.