Procrasti Nation

Happy Birthday Mom! I believe that this birthday will net you even more disbelief when you tell people you have a 26 year old daughter. No! It's not possible! You just look so YOUNG! One year older, and even more reason to make others feel insecure about themselves :)

I have yet to think of a title for this entry and so I'm just going to type and see what this post ends up being. I was so thankful the weekend rolled around at last. This week was a smorgasboard of violence at work, pilates and self care, and fabulous girl time. Thursday night I met some Chi O alums in the Fan for happy hour, and then headed south a bit to Nile, an Ethiopian restaurant Emily wants to try when she comes to visit in December. My friend Jen just got engaged and it was the first time I had seen her since! We eventually gave up and asked for forks because eating with hands = mess.

Friday was the longest day of the week, strangely. Even after Monday's stress, Friday won. So much so in fact, that I crawled into bed at 9:30 pm, right when I got home. My pager rang off the hook, and the acute unit got shut down and quarantined due to a GI plague that has shut down schools in Colonial Heights this week. Our one physician (all others were sick or on vacay) actually contracted this plague but stayed away from the prego ladies and constantly washed her hands because there literally wasn't anyone else to cover for her. I called and cancelled my outpatients because 1) I seriously wasn't in the mood and 2) I was really sure the parents would have freaked out if they had found out about the plague and 3) this particular family needed no more stress in their lives heading into the weekend. Periodically throughout Friday I heard the PA system beep on, fully expecting a Dr. Atlas call to come overhead, but instead requests for housekeeping on the acute unit kept ringing through the halls. That had to be gross. All acute kids were confined to the unit with nothing to do but throw up and run to the bathroom. Or not, in some cases apparently! I stayed away from that half of the building and instead washed my hands with the compulsivity of Lady Macbeth.

Saturday morning I woke with an alarm, which was not my idea of a good time, but went to Elizabeth Arden for some spa time, Pilates and the grocery store for the first time in weeks. I managed to knock down six loads of laundry and basically bring my house back to a state of general order. Organization is always the first thing to go when I'm stressed or super busy. The pile of clothes on the floor could have easily hidden a family of five. Today I worked on my baking project: Halloween cookies. I watched E! as I worked and finally had to leave my house to obtain frosting, a way to make the frosting black (for bats and cats) and to get a manicure. My manicurist couldn't have been older than 18 and he questioned me extensively about my job, how much money I make and what I like to do for fun. Often, his follow up question was "why do you say that?" I was exhausted by the time my nails were dry. Like with estheticians who do waxing, I don't like a lot of chit chat! Although my esthetician at Elizabeth Arden passed on the very interesting tidbit that a Irish festival is taking place next weekend complete with axe throwing and whiskey tasting. I'm going to look that one up later because she raved about the food, too. Anyway, too tired to address the frosting situation, I broke into my netflix dvds and avoided dissertation coding. Then, I started to blog :) I think I've found my title.