Bad Things to Hear During Surgery

To all my readers.  We take a short break from all this serious stuff for some sick laughs.

Hearing Bad Things During Surgery

 

1. Better save that. We'll need it for the autopsy.

2. "Accept this sacrifice, O Great Lord of Darkness."

3. Bo! Bo! Come back with that. Bad dog!

4. Wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that?

5. Hand me that... uh... that uh... that thingy there.

6. Oh no! Where's my Rolex.

7. Oops! Hey, has anyone ever survived from 500 ml of this stuff before?

8. There go the lights again?

9. "Ya know, there's big money in kidneys? and this guy's got two of 'em."

10. Everybody stand back! I lost my contact lens!

11. Could you stop that thing from beating; it's throwing off my concentration.

12. What's this doing here?

13. I hate it when they're missing stuff in here.

14. That's cool. Now can you make his leg twitch by pressing that one?!

15. Well folks, this will be an experiment for all of us.

16. Sterile schmerile. The floor's clean, right?

17. OK, now take a picture from this angle. This is truly a freak of nature.

18. This patient has already had some kids, am I correct?

19. Nurse, did this patient sign an organ donation card?

20. Don't worry. I think it is sharp enough.

21. What do you mean "You want a divorce?!?"

22. FIRE! FIRE! Everyone get out!

23. Oh no! Page 47 of the manual is missing!

FUDGE !!!

One of the enjoy I have learned from my present living circumstances is the family dinner.  Everyone sitting around sharing a meal.  Never really did that growing up.  TV was always on and it was just something we did.  Even with the two jobs I try to make dinner at least once a week with everyone in the house.

Several days ago I had brought some homemade fudge home form work.  No dairy for me so I couldn't have it.  So tonight we got to introduce a 3 year old to fudge.  His trepidation with picking it up and looking at it.  To the eyes wide open as he bit into it and tasted the chocolate.  It was funny.  His mom only wanted him to have one since it was late, but boy did he want more.   It didn't take long for the sugar to kick in.  Boy did he zoom out of the dining room laughing silly.  It was a great experience.

Wow! Brain Fartage

Wow I think I don't have anything that is share worthy for the journal today.  As you can see I have been using my spare time well by putting in some Futurama animations.

Well I broke down last night and like bad medicine I asked to borrow money which went well as well as telling my landlord I will pay him Friday.  Whew.  Cleared those hurdles.  Probably why this problem keeps coming up.  Need to change that image in the back of my head next to the hamster wheel. 

Nasty day here at the beach, but I was able to droop off about 100 fliers between the cloudbursts.  Putting off separating all my receipts for the last quarter to finish up the years finances. 

On the other hand I was able to volunteer to go to one of the local elementary schools for the SPCA and read some animal stories and bring and animal along.  That will be real fun to have an animal for a few hours.  Miss that.

Well that is my dribble for now.

Nothing is Better (Well .... )

I have to admit nothing gives me more of a boost that doing chiropractic.  I do love what I do and how I treat my patients now gives me great joy.  I may talk a lot of people out of joining this profession since it is a hard field.  However their is nothing else I would rather do.  So after talking to many people about my feeling today and a new patient just walked into the office. I feel like a new person.  Problems still the same just my attitude is different and their lies the problem.  My attitude on certain situations.  Hey what can I say I am only human.  Something I always strive to be better than for some strange reason.

Perfectionism Part 2

"When God shuts a door, he opens a window." 

~ Anonymous

When a major event occurs in my life,  I sometime have difficulty accepting them.  Even though at some point it may end up improving my lot in life.  Today is one of those days.  Again their is a mistake with my Medicare payment.  Again I need to talk to them and find out what is wrong this time.  This will be my 3-4th call to find out what is wrong.  Each time they say it is this and that's it.  Next time oh their is another mistake.  @#%$#%#!!!!   I need it to pay bills.  So I find myself short rent this month.  I need to ask for help and I hate doing that.  Makes me realize I am not living up to that image in my head (see last entry).  I don't like that, but I am also not perfect nor a failure.  A hard pill to swallow.  So do I borrow some money for 2 weeks or just talk to my landlord.  I hate this crap! Well I'll try to borrow first then if that doesn't work I will talk to my landlord.  The biggest thing is really to be gentle with myself.  I know I can pound myself into the dumps really fast and that doesn't help anything.

 

Perfectionism

As a boy I felt constant and enormous pressure to act like some idealized image of a man.  I don't know where I got it from, but I always felt I needed to be strong, mature, responsible, and must not make mistakes. 

I think it came from the looks and the silence or words that followed a mistake.  I think it reinforced a distorted unattainable image of perfection.  If I did not live up to this image I had failed in my families eyes. 

Now years later those eye are mine.  That image is still in my head and I can be very harsh on myself when I don't attain the level of performance that I have set for myself.  It's an exercise that needs work one circumstance at a time.

What made me think of this.  I don't know.  I guess the random thoughts as I look over my sons progress reports from his therapist at school.  It took a lot of work on my part and with help from the courts to get my ex to get our son help.  Divorce is never easy for a child and the extra crap along the way didn't help (see my other journal).  Everything that was said was good, but they were working on my son's self esteem.  That just hurt.  Worked very hard with that to give him something that I never had and to see it in black and white just hurt.  I am grateful he has the resources to help which I didn't. 

My New Years Rant

Well as I look back over the last year (really year and a half since my ex left) I shake my head and wonder how I have done it.  How I have survived financially.  My ex left after she used up all our money and stated she didn't want to be poor.  When she left we actually had a negative bank account.  Since then it has been a constant effort to keep a roof over my head and food on the table.  Most of you know I have two jobs, but there was a time when I had five.  I am tired of the struggle.  I am tired of sending in bills late.  I am tired of the worry of will it cover everything. 

On the other side of the coin I am extremely happy in my life.  My friends have been a blessing to my emotional survival.  As all of you out there have become.  I have peace and serenity that I have never had before.  Like I conversation I had with my friend.  How bad is it when you can see the metal in your tire?  "Mike, one day we are going to look back on all of this and laugh."  I look forward to that day. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  Happy New Year.

~ Mike