there's too much confusion, i can't get no relief, when the cat turned blue--rusted root

the rumors are true: i got a cat.  it's a 5 month old black and white lil guy who won me over not by his tiny kitty looks, but by his personality.

so what if he's not the cute fluffy cat i was hoping for...at least he doesn't claw me.

i call him Cat...but his official name (for now) is pepe (as in pepe le pew). i'll post pictures at some point, but for now i had to find time at work to update because when i sit at my computer at home, he either tries to hug it (the computer) or he finds his way to sit on my shoulders and fall asleep there, which can make it difficult for me to move around very much.

cat is going to make me lazy...er...more lazy

i'm currently finishing up my last week of surgery.  yesterday we got a consult for a guy with a nosebleed.  huh??  my attending was pretty annoyed, to say the least, but since he's a fairly laid back, snowboarder dude type, he laughed it off.  anyway, when we went up to see the guy, his face, mostly around his mouth was all black.  "how did that happen?" my attending asked.  "i smoked a cigarette," he replied.  my attending looked at him with confusion, but seeing the o2 tank behind him, i saw where this was going.  "i'm also on home oxygen," the man added.  my attending made a comment about how that wasn't too smart of a thing to do, to which the man said, "yea, i did it twice." 

that man deserves to have a nosebleed.  he deserves to have a nosebleed and have no one to care for it.  how can anyone help a person who will light up WHILE on oxygen...TWICE?!?!

the whole week i've been wishing for friday and it occurred to me today that tomorrow (friday) i'm on call.  stinks.  what a horrible way to end the week.  monday i start the medicine service which may make me a bit mia.  i dunno...we'll see. 

more things i would do if i were in charge of all trivial things:
-- make sure that there are NO insects on airplanes.  that includes flies.  i know that airplanes are far from sanitary places, but when i'm stuck in this lil contraption, way up in the air, and see a fly buzzing around...it makes me all itchy.  there's something about the loudness of a plane with the air coming through the vents that gives the illusion that the space is being disinfected.  when i see a fly, that illusion is shattered. 

-- shampoo bottles would all have push tops, and no lifting cover tops.  those dumb lift cover tops are always so impossible to open and i always nearly break off my whole nail doing it.  those push tops are not the best, but they're better. 

gotta run.