Licked ham and other realizations

The cat licked our ham today.

I turned my back for 5 seconds to grab some water to put at the bottom of the pan and he licked it.  And stared at me spitefully while doing it.

Confession… I put the ham in the oven… It is baking for the next few hours anyway, that should kill anything living on it, right?

Snowbanks make the stores look busier because they take up so many parking spots.

The only Saturdays I seem to have to get groceries (because I didn’t go another day that week) are always the tax free days when the stores are filled with crazies looking for a bargain.

The cat only plays with yarn when I try to knit with it.IMG_1091

The cat knocked my toothbrush into his litter box the other day.  He also knocked my hairbrush in.  Funny how one brush gets washed off and reused and the other warrants a special trip to the pharmacy on the way home from work.

Patrick when skiing today.  Well, I guess it turned out to be snowboarding.  Either way, I have had the house and car to myself all day.  I said I would use the time to work on my research.  So far that is about the only thing I haven’t done.

As pumped I am about Canada’s men’s hockey team being in the gold medal game (and going for the double-double, ha ha), I am crushed that the game fall on a Sunday morning.  I am having to deal with a strange pull to both watch the game and go to church.  Clearly, one needs to be rescheduled.

I finished this mug cozie the other day and am strangely proud of it.IMG_1106

Time goes slower when you are waiting for something to happen.  I swear it should be a law of physics, not just a perception.

My pager started making weird noises today in the car.  Turns out the battery is dying.  I nearly had a stroke because I thought somehow I was being paged despite being signed out.  Did I mention I hate that thing?

I forgot to pick up a smaller needle to give my Mother-in-law her second Twinrix shot tomorrow.  I guess she will continue to think I am a butcher.  Drug companies must get bargains on larger bore needles.  Because they, in my opinion, are just plain mean.

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I am going to present my research at a national conference later this Spring.  Conference and flights are booked.   I have yet to make the presentation or book my hotel.   Is it weird that my biggest concern at this point is what to wear?

Drinking water out of a cup with a straw feels more satisfying than just drinking from a  glass.

Time to fold laundry… And then, maybe get some research work done… Maybe.

My Olympic Sport

The Olympics start today.  I know tons of people are thrilled.

I too find the whole thing rather exciting.  I mean, it must be cool to be so athletically abled that you can run or jump or swim or do something to an international competitive level.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an olympic swimmer.  I could swim.  I was good, for a kid.  And that was my dream.  I am pretty sure every kid had some sort of dream like that.

But, as it turned out, I developed other interests.  And I lack athletic ability (I may or may not have broken a finger once rolling a basketball on the floor).

They say, those who can’t play coach.  I can’t play, but I am a fair spectator… So long as I find the sport interesting.

My strengths lie in other areas… Some of the more, well, geeky ones.  Like music.  Or trivia type stuff.  Only certain types of trivia.  Because I don’t remember things that aren’t important to me… Like movie stars or geography.

I remember in high school, we had a stellar Reach For the Top team.  Like  they made national finals kind of good.  I wasn’t on it.  I wasn’t interested.  I have a poor reaction time and wasn’t really all about that sort of thing.  And again, I am very selective in what I remember.  But, they were like the brain athletes of high school.  Pretty cool (now… not so much then).

Today, we had Paraneoplastic Syndrome Jeopardy as a part of resident clinical rounds.  A paraneoplastic syndrome is a condition that people develop as a result of something your body produces against a tumor or something the tumor itself makes.  It is pretty physiologically cool.  Not so much cool for people’s health.  Anyway, we are generally weak in these sorts of things, as there are tons and they can be pretty obscure.  So, the resident presenting today thought it might be fun to do a Jeopardy style learning activity complete with prizes for the top three competitors.

It was a low turnout for rounds today with vacation and such.  The crowd consisted of myself and another resident, a med student, they physics resident and three attendings.

The person running the game took it very seriously.  She made us call her “Alexa Trebeck” and required us to all have our own buzzer noises (I must say, I was the only on who used it consistently) and phrase our answers in the form of a question.  We were all terrible at using the form of a question for our responses.  She almost beheaded us all.

Somehow, I won.  And thus, I got to pick a prize.  I chose a pack of three water guns from the dollar store.  What I will do with them, I am not sure.  The department head came in second.  The 5th year resident came in third.  They won a Frisbee and a Velcro glove and ball set, respectively.

This is my Olympics.  Something I care about enough to try at and win a cool prize.  Sure it is all in fun and nobody really cares, but that is as close to real competitive sport as I seem to get (that and throwing balls or Frisbees with friends… And again, that gets dangerous when I am around).

But, on a more Olympic related note, I love watching everything swimming because I still love it best even after all these years.  Close head runners also include diving and synchronized swimming (suspiciously similar) and gymnastics (I always wanted to try them… At least when I was little, but I wasn’t allowed to because I dislocated so easily).  Just in case you wanted to know.