The Vegkat

tallestmidget:

As I was riding the elevator down from my GP’s office, I overheard a conversation between three ER docs. They were talking about another doctor, a woman, who had been working the night shift last night. She has a sepsis patient who came in and ended up having a major PE and died. They were discussing how much that must have sucked for her.

At first I was pissed at them for being so callous. But then I thought about it and realized that they probably have to be like that. I could NEVER do their job. Never have people die on my watch on a daily basis. But they do. And god bless them for it. If they need to think of deceased patients as just that and commiserate with their co workers for the death and not so much the patient themselves or their family, then fine. Whatever keeps them doing the ridiculously hard job that they do, is fine with me.

My best friend from school is an ER doctor. She’s gotten much less emotional since becoming one, but like you said, she has to. She had a young guy come in once (about 25) with a fever and weird symptoms, but nobody could figure out what it was.  By the time my friend figured it out, it was too late.  He was in the final stage of a form of meningitis, and she had to be the one to go in and tell him he wouldn’t be going home, and that he wouldn’t even probably make it through the night (and he didn’t).  She said she took a couple of days to deal with it, but had to go back to work, push it to the very back of her mind, and get on with it.  Granted, her role in the end of his life was probably easy compared to him or his family, but still, I would NEVER want to be in that situation.

Or don’t. Whatever. I’m not superstitious.  BUT!!!

You know how I’ve been saying we are (hopefully) going to move this year?  Well, in order for us to do that, my husband needs to get transferred from his current location to the company headquarters downstate.  He can’t do that until a job opens up and he gets it.

WELL, a job opened up.  And it’s pretty much exactly what he’s doing now.  And he fucking kicks ass at his job as is at the top of the “to promote” list.  This guy works over 60 hours a week, commutes 45 minutes each way, and kicks butts and takes names while he’s there.  I would know, I used to work there before I got pregnant and got out of that god-forsaken hell-hole.  He likes it, though.  Anyway, all the years of busting his ass and hardly ever being home so I could be home has gotten him a reputation there, and everyone knows about it.  Even the big-wigs downstate.

So he’s applying for this job.

There’s nothing I can do now but sit on my hands and wait.  But OHMYGODOHMYGOD this could be it.  And if he gets it, I can leave this stupid little town and go back down there and be close to my parents, my sister (AND THE BEHBEH!), and all the friends I left years ago.  AND we get a new house.

So….

Yeah.  I’m trying not to freak out.  But if he doesn’t get that job, those fuckers had better watch out for the wrath of Kat.  Or something.  

julesthebunny asked: What about a Yoshi's Cookie baby blanket? The colors/subject matter would be pretty cool.

Do you have a link to the pattern?  Sounds adorable! :-)

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