Tuesday, March 29

Lately.






I got to spend the evening with this little bright-eyed boy on the left. 4 years old and too much energy for me. I started nannying him when he was 6 months old and could hardly sit up. Now he chatters like a chatterbox and is showing ME how to use my iPhone.

I also was lucky enough to experience one of the most beautiful days in Seattle I've seen yet. On my day off. Woke up to the sun shining through my blinds, caught a bus downtown, and walked back to Queen Anne, making stops at Trader Joes and Cafe Fiore. I ate brown rice sushi outside of Fiore on a lawn chair. With my sunglasses on. With a matcha green tea latte in my hand. I walked back to my apartment and immediately threw on my running shoes. 4 miles later, I had some new freckles. Good, good day.

I also had a wonderful weekend of birthday. I spent my real birthday (3/21) working and sleeping. I slept my birthday away; literally. But it's ok because the days leading up to it were spent eating cheesecake and dancing the night away with some wonderful old PA friends, visiting my family for a Sunday birthday lunch of the best chicken tacos you could dream of, and being surprised by some dear friends with dinner and flowers on Tuesday. It was truly a beautiful birthday weekend of sorts. And this third cute picture is of my sister, Laura. She works at a natural foods store and is as cute as a button.

Saturday, March 12

Two posts in one day?

What? I think I've done this maybe once. What is 2nd post in one day worthy, you ask?:


BAKED KALE CHIPS!

So simple, and SO delicious. Even if you don't like kale, you should try these out. Not one hint of bitterness. SO GOOD.

-Preheat your oven to 300 degrees.
-Wash & dry as many kale leaves you can fit onto a baking sheet.
- Cut the kale into tortilla chip sized [or a little bigger] pieces. Cut the center stem out and throw away.
- Toss the kale with enough extra virgin olive oil to lightly coat each piece. Sprinkle kosher salt over everything!
- Bake for 20-25 minutes on a baking sheet in a single layer. They should be entirely crisp/crunchy while still holding their green color.

Let them cool, or eat them right out of the oven! If you were a bit heavy handed with the olive oil, you might want to let them sit on a paper towel first for a few minutes.

So so good.

5:22am

Went to bed at 12:15am, slept until 4am. I've been awake ever since. After tossing and turning for 30 minutes, I got up and ate a bowl of cereal on the floor by my fireplace, looking out over a street-light lit Ballard/Fremont. These nights are catching up with me. Three nights ago, I was awake, running from patient room to patient room, frantically totaling ins & outs. Now that I've paid back my sleep debt from 3 nights on, my body doesn't know what to do with itself. 5:27am now. My alarm is set to go off at 8am. I have a running date with the Burke-Gilman. Then a city day around the U-District with a good, good friend. And daylight savings time. So long circadian rhythm.

At least some things stay constant always:

"In peace I will both lie down and sleep;
for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety."
Psalm 4:8 (ESV)

Monday, March 7

Four things:

1) A wonderful, meaningful lesson at Greenlake Pres yesterday on the celebration of the Lord's day. When we remember to celebrate in this day, we allow ourselves to pursue grace, holiness, and delight in ways we otherwise could not. A beautiful, sunny Lord's day of resting.

2) I need one of those stupid little sleeping masks. No bones about it. 0-4 hours of sleep before 12.5 hr shifts just isn't cutting it anymore.

3) One pot will last the week. Just add rice. I could eat out of this pot forever. Curry: yellow, green, red; they're all good.



4) This morning at 0500, I was frantically totaling the I&Os of my three patients for the night and writing up their progress notes. We total our patients for the day early, so that the general surgery residents can round on them before presenting to their own attendings at 0700. I finished my notes. The gen surg resident grabbed one of my patient's chart and pulled out the progress note. A few minutes pass. "Who wrote this progress note?" "Oh, it was probably me," I said sheepishly, thinking I had made a horrendous error. "This is one of the best progress notes I've ever seen. You did all my work for me."

All in a 12.5 hour work night.

Tuesday, February 15

V-Day.

I spent my Valentine's day with my little sister and a dear friend. Laura was taking pictures for her photography class, so Leah and I were only too happy to be her models. The pouring rain dampened the photography plans a bit, but we ended up sipping lattes at Metronome Coffee, so it all turned out all right.





Saturday, February 12

rounds.

I'm used to rounds. Every morning in the TG NICU, the outgoing neonatologist rounds with the incoming neo, the team leader (TL), pharmacist, and care coordinator. Each baby gets talked about, each chart gets pulled, and each RN has that small moment of undivided attention to ask the neo to put in or clean up orders. I've been spoiled really. Having an attending, the neonatologist, on the unit 24/7 is a luxury. Even if asleep, he/she is literally a phone call and/or door away.

Rounds at Children's is much, much different. There are residents, med students, ARNPs, and if lucky to catch them, attending physicians, that round on my patients. It's by luck that I see them coming down the hall in their surgical scrubs, white coats, and COWs (computers on wheels). If I'm not so lucky, I get a phone call from a kind soul telling me that they're one room away from my patient. Usually I'm not so lucky, and I'm either doing a sterile procedure, or something relatively important. I'm finding it's hard to find enough hands to pick up the phone in my pocket. Bluetooths; they should give us bluetooths. I am finding that I somewhat have a say in the plan of care of my patient in the rounds at Children's. I'm reminded that doctors were students once themselves; and actually quite enjoy working with the new residents. Physicians are humans too :)

Yesterday, I got an admit from the ED at 1530, smack dab in the middle of my lunch. This admit should have gone to the medical floor, but due to overflow, was put on our surgical unit. Two hours later, I was finally solidifying orders with the residents from the Medical Service. For those two hours, I was in the patient's room with the medical, dermatology, nephrology, and infectious disease teams. This particular patient had an autoimmune disease that was exhibiting some very odd symptoms. I felt like there should have been a video camera in that room; obviously an episode of HOUSE was being filmed. I was SO interested in the physician's conversations as the residents pulled in their attendings and other services to weigh in on this patient. I knew that I had to be there though. There was no way I was leaving that room until I heard from the resident's mouth himself what he wanted ME to do. Needless to say, I didn't mind missing lunch, I was too distracted and interested in what I was seeing to remember my rumbling tummy.

The day before I had a ventriculostomy patient. A ventric is essentially a tube coming out of your brain, draining cerebral spinal fluid. SO interesting. Previously, I couldn't think of anything more satisfying that ETT suctioning little neonates in the NICU. Gross, I know, but pretty dang cool. BUT, draining this ventric is definitely up there! A drain, coming out of the ventricles of a 2-year old, draining crystal clear CSF. Every hour, I would check the level of the drain with a nifty laser beam. Every two hours, I would drain the CSF out of a little collection chamber. I was mesmerized. Gross, nerdy? I know. It just tells you how cut out I am to be a nurse.

All this to say, I am learning so much shift by shift at Seattle Children's. While the NICU still holds my heart, I am so thankful to be continually learning, continually enjoying what I do, and hopefully continually somehow positively touching the lives of these very sick, very vulnerable little children.

Monday, February 7

Is. 41:8-10

What I've been learning from Isaiah lately:

8 “But you, Israel, my servant,
Jacob, whom I have chosen,
you descendants of Abraham my friend,
9 I took you from the ends of the earth,
from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’;
I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
10 So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Show me your power. Possess my heart and clean it. Isaiah, specifically chapters 40 and 41 are teaching me new things every week.