Tuesday, September 25, 2012

why I am awesome; or, why my parents think my life is better than television

As is typical with a growing practice, work is getting busy. Some days I would go so far as to say crazy busy.  One of the girls has recently had surgery and while she's recovering my schedule has changed a little bit. Because we're all helping cover for her, there hasn't really been anyone to cover for me while I spend a lot of time on the phone with insurance companies. All this leads up to me working today. I like my Fridays off, but I don't mind working Fridays every once in a while because it's SUPER quiet and I can be more productive when there's no one around. Flash forward to today. I'm at work.  I arrive just after the good doctor goes in with his last patient. I let the girl at the desk know that I'm in my office upstairs and to not set the alarm when she leaves. I can set it when I leave.  She tells me that she's leaving soon so I volunteer to text the doctor and let him know that I'm here so he doesn't set the alarm on me and we don't interrupt his visit.  He doesn't like it when we interrupt. It destroys his biofeedback. Nicely done.  Way to be a thinker.
So I go upstairs and start working. I'm on the phone with an insurance company when all of a sudden I notice a shrill beeping coming up the stairs from the back door. Grrrrrrrr. He did NOT get the memo. This means I have 60 seconds to sprint across the top floor of the office, down all 21 stairs, around the corner, down the hall, and deactivate the alarm before the the alarms goes off and the city police and fire department are on their merry way to rescue me from the emergency.  So I sprinted. Across the top floor, down all 21 stairs (highly grateful for fire code that requires handles on both sides of the staircase and conversely terrified by the fact that my feet are not used to the new flip flops on them), around the corner and deactivated the alarm with 23 seconds remaining. Awesome. As much as I'd like to spend quality time with the fire department...crisis averted.
10 minutes later I got a phone call from the doctor. "HEY! Are you there? I just left the office and set the alarm! Are you okay?" I got it Doc. No worries. "I just got your text! I'm at Home Depot. I'm sorry." It's okay. I am that good.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Voices Inside My Head

I had a conversation with my roommate this morning. We were discussing the voices (or lack thereof) inside our heads.  She just bought a new pair of shoes and apparently had a conversation with me (discussing pros and cons and actual necessity) in her head before she did so. I'm flattered? We discussed the fact that she frequently hears me, her parents, her boss, and a few others when she is stressed, busy, excited, or just needs someone to be excited with her.  I may have laughed at her a little.  She asked me about the voices inside my head. I told her that I don't really have any.  She told me that I was weird because I don't hear voices. "Everybody has voices!"   I decided that there are phrases that I hear, but I have adopted the actual voice that projects them in my mind.  I guess that is why I like quotes so much. Here are some of the most prominent:
  • "Make it a good day!"
Mom told us this every morning as we walked out the door to school. It has helped a lot. So many times my attitude has changed drastically as I have tried to MAKE it a good day.  Sometimes my attitude is the only thing I CAN change in a situation. 
  • "What good can possibly come from a day that begins with waking up in the morning?"
Dad's counter quip to Mom's morning advice. Believe it or not, I'm a night owl. I tell my patients that I'm a morning person by necessity, not choice. 
  • "Wise people learn from experience.  Super-wise people learn from other's experience. Super-super-wise people learn from the Lord to begin with."
Squeeg (the brother) spoke in stake conference when he was 15-16ish.  I was in calculus at the time and amused myself by taking derivatives and integrals of random equations. I snapped out of it long enough to hear him make that statement. I try to apply that statement as much as possible. It makes me feel: 1) educated, and 2) ahead of the game. If I learn it from others, I don't have to go through the pain of learning it by myself.
  • "It's Thankful Thursday! What are you thankful for?"
One of the girls that I used to visit teach used to send me Thankful Thursday texts with lists of things that she was thankful for.  It's amazing how having time scheduled for gratitude can change perception and reality in my mind.  I like Thankful Thursdays.
I hope you all appreciate the voices in your head. Make them a positive rather than a negative. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

must. blog.

I've reached that point again. I feel like someone else should be updating this thing. It has been over a month. I'm an exciting person. I have things I could be talking about. Right? Right. About that...
-I went to New York. I checked something off my bucket list. I went to Guilford Lake. As spell check is telling me that Guilford is spelled wrong, I'm guessing the rest of you are looking at that and wondering where on earth this place is.  It's a small lake upstate in New York. My uncle's family has a cottage on the lake. They built it somewhere around 1920. They've been going there every summer ever since. I've always had an open invitation to come visit, but let's be honest.  How often do I spend time in upstate New York?  My cousin got married there so I booked a flight and had one of the best weekends of my summer. I spent a little time in the city-went to the Manhattan LDS Temple and saw Jim Parsons in HARVEY, but the bulk of it was at Guilford. I will go back someday.
-I have the BEST. CALLING. EVER. I work in special needs mutual. It's a new thing. I'm still not quite sure that I know exactly what I'm doing, but I am having a good time.  I'm looking forward to working with the other leaders and the kids are FANTASTIC. I'm sure you'll hear more about that later.
-I love good food. I don't think I can really express how much I love good food. I'm always on the lookout for something tasty. Roommate and I made some delightful fish tacos the other day. That also took us to a Latin market. I've forgotten exactly how much I love all things Latin. I should go back. Soon.
-I LOVE HARVEST TIME!!! Yesterday after church I picked 8 cucumbers, 6 tomatoes, and a green pepper. Today's lunch was a quesadilla filled with cream cheese and jalapeno peppers, topped with fresh tomatoes. I have no words.
-Apparently I am incapable of NOT talking about food so I guess it's okay for me to mention that we picked plums today. And made jam. Roommate may have cried when she dropped our last jar from last year. We are now replenishing the supply. I feel good about that. It's yummy stuff. Just don't ask about the sugar content. Ignorance is bliss.
-The nephews are always good for a chuckle.  The highlight of the 4-year-old's 4th birthday was getting to use scissors for the first time. The 2-year-old (who thinks he is 3) thinks they should name their new baby sister Sally Djibouti.
I think I have a recurring goal. Every 3 months or so, I decide I need to blog more. I'd like to think I could, but as of this point, I'm making no promises.