the heavies and a heavy update...

well, here is the relatively quick version of the update on my week.
throw
ouch
tube
throw
lift
ouch
kiddies
etoh
ouch
bike
drive
boone
dinner

what that means i am not sure, but i suppose that i can expound on it somewhat.

to touch on work... same ol' same ol'. i was in a case about to intubate a patient... of course i had to have the md who has it out for me. everything was just freakin dandy and becasuse the guy has a history of gerd [not that i haven't intubated anyone with this before] the attending looked at the crna and said something along the lines of 'i don't really like this set-up... if you know what i mean [as he turned his head toward me". that was a bit awkward and then he finally said that he didn't want me to be doing this. WTF. seriously... wtf! how may times must i do something before this singular a-hole will let me do something. he has been the attending ere whenst this has happened. he also stated that he didn't want this person to have 3-4 laryngoscopies [i.e. tube tries with the blade] because of his history... so what is the next most logical and safe choice to go with this conservative perspective??? you guessed it. let's have the junior [1st year clinical] STUDENT CRNA do the intubation. that would be good... to forego having his lazy self do it or have the crna with 30 years of experience do the job. yep and as we continue with this ingenious logical plan based on prior statements he made to me, lets enjoy the show as the SCRNA misses the intubation and the crna has to take over. so, she missed the intubation anyway... and what would have been the difference if i would have tried and failed [not gonna happen] versus her trying and failing. simple. this guy favors crna's for some reason and greatly discounts med students.
i was a little boiled at this... not so much simmered, but more seethed at this little scenerio.... and i needed a way to bring my boil down [soundly like i have the plague or leprosy or something... bring my boil down, ha]
to do this, i called one of my frineds who owns a gym out in irmo, sc. he was an all-american hammer thrower for usc and has lately been throwing in 'The Heavies' as they call them at the Scottish Highland Games. there are various games throughout the country throughout the year to compete in and i decided that i would do some training with him a little bit and whatnot and throw things. well, just as a plug you can visit his and his dad's website... if you are interested in purchasing any gym equipment:

http://www.sorinex.com/

it is some good stuff and they are soon to be crossfit affiliated as well [whoo hooo... well, i know at least rory would be proud].
also, if you are curious to learn more about the scottish highland games, one of their websites is:

www.nasgaweb.com

so checkit out!!!
anywho... we threw the 56 lb weight for height and the 28 pound weight for distance on tuesday. it sure is a lot of weight to be tossing around and needless to say my back took a schalacking as the weight tossed me just as much as i tossed it. during my last throw a part of my hand decided that it was tiried of letting go of the heavy weight... apparently they formed a closely nit bond throughout the evening and my hand did not want to part yet again. so in order to avoid the bitter-sweet sorrows of departure the callus slilghtly proximal to my 5th digit flew off with the weight. i think that the blood in that region flew threw the air in order to try to catch up with it's recently departed love as well.
needless to say, however, if you know me, that i definatly didn't stop there. something to do with the callus inside my skull i suppose. so, i threw a few left handed, which went rather well. dad, you would be happy to know that bert is a fan of balance and believes in bilateral gains and thus attempts to be amphibious in throwing righty and lefty.
after i dabbed... and when i say dabbed i mean poured alcohol on the wound and cleaned it... i taped it up to proceed to do a little light [ha... light my ass] lifting.
in the end, all in all... it was a good workout and helped bring me well below simmer... simma-down-a... donna summers, nay... summers, donna

wedneday the ever-stressed-over ROL was due. i had a most definately had a panic moment someitme in the am. i headed up to the student lounge in a bit of a tizzy and called my sis [the FA... fat alcoholic] and stared at my list as she helped to talk me through why i put things in the order that i did in the first place. perhaps after the match has been done said i will place my ROL up because if the unthinkable were to occur and i were to actually match, it becomes a cow's opinion anyway... you know, a moooooo point. in the evening, to help distract myself, i proceeded to shave my head. bye-bye hairs on my head. well, not like they were exactly hanging around for the ride to begin with... they were slowly saying their good-byes so i just decided to assist them on their way out.
also, i mustn't forget that it was my mom's birthday today [wed feb 21st 07]. the big 23. this is impressive considering apparently i am 3 years older than my mom, however that works out. so, happy b-day mom... or belated b-day considering i am writing this 4 days after the fact.

thursday was monumentous for the simple fact that i did a lot of highland games stuff with bert and lifted with him and whatnot. to add to my soreness was my goal... and mission accomplished! i love working out at that gym... erika you really need to check it out with me sometime. maybe you can take some of your personal training client-elle over there... or not... thanks... good... i'm glad.
today was also my friend dave's birthday and we celebrated at flying saucer... good beer and good times. i think he was off the next am to denver to do some skiing. lucky dufe. hope that is going well for him... gosh that medical spanish rotation that he is doing must really be taxing.

i am not sure if i had informed people about my corrupting of the high school kids for 'role models in medicine' day at the usc school of medicine. many may argue as to 'wtf' am i doing as a role model of medicine... or perhaps i should be the one in the course as opposed to giving words of 'wisdom'. well, i say to those, pish-tosh and a barrell of pickled pigs feet. why i say that, i don't know, but it is the first thing that came to mind... if that says anything.
well, if i didn't mention the malfunctioning 1960's version of the ultrasound machine that didn't work the last time... this time we utilized the newly arrived 1980's verson. well, not that i can complain all that much since it actually worked this time and it afforded me the opportunity to talk less and to not have to make the sounds that the ultrasound would make by my own vocal cords.
some of the kids were pretty receptive and others weren't, but all-in-all i think it was a pretty good time.
after the corruption i played some video games with jb.... the crash master if you will, before we proceeded to have another evening celebrating the era from whenst my ultrasound machine came... the 80's. that's right, it was a mcfly night!

it was a late one... or an early one depending on how you look at it and i got a late start yesterday to boone, nc... home of the mountaineers, the 2005? ncaa d-1aa national football champs and former home of my mountain-like roommate for his frosh year of college.
april and i were to meet up and stay at the super 8 hotel... however a further encounter with a little bitchity-bitch prohibited us from staying there and going on a trek of our own to find a place to stay. the lady at the counter suggested that we head to the highland hills motel... because she said they have rooms. after some driving around to find this place, april and i pulled into a parking lot were they filmed the cinematic hit 'psycho'. i didn't know psycho was filmed in appalachia, but apparently it was... or at least it looked like it was. avoiding actually stepping foot into this gore-layden potential april called and found some rooms at the hampton in. thus, this lead me to believe that the first and original bitchity-bitch didn't actually know or look or take any effort into checking whom had rooms for the evening... she just figured that noone stayed at the highland hills so that always have rooms for the night. so, like i said, b-b. well, we stayed at the hampton and after a few cookies contianing morsels of chocolae and macademia [that is a wonderful word by the way which i need to expound on sometime] we went and had an enjoyable meal at Casa Rustica that consisted of some pasta purses [with pesto sauce... it was good, but it was no luigi's!], a 1/2 bottle of connundrum and some german chicken [chicken uffuzi or something.... it was just easier to call it german chicken as i dubbed it]. it was very tantalizing to the taste-bud-studded tongue [how do you like them alliterating apples!]. this was followed by a most wonderful dessert of some magnitude that i don't even know where to begin... somewhere around a tiramisu... or as april spells it tiri--no--tirimusa--no, flip it, tirimasu--no--tirm--no... well she eventually led me to hear spelling. so, tiramisu and some ice cream wrapped in chocolate with some pastries on each side. it was pretty good i must say. for the last 'course' we enjoyed the asu jazz group as we endulged in a cup of coffee... Coffee... COFFEEE.... coffee --huh huh. so good and relaxing was the evening.

so now, after breakfast i sit and type to update the week while april searches for dresses on ebay [well, rory, apparently she needs a dress for coming to my graduation... and i just invited her to our aoa induction dinner where she will probably desire another dress... so just a heads up from bro to bro you know] and then showers and such.

well, off to drive through the rainy day... hopefully the weather is better in columbia than in boone as bert and i are supposed to throw some this afternoon... if it's bad and we don't throw... i am sure that hellfire and brimstone will not keep bert from wanting to lift.

ta-ta and toodle-ooo for now,
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.... or as chris farley said to save time and space... supercalifragilisticexpialidoshe,
g-money