6:00am – Alarm clock rings. Turn it off knowing that I won’t need it anymore because I can hear the baby awake in the other room.
6:15am – Both baby and my bladder force me out of bed (and the fact that I have to leave in an hour).
6:30am – Shower is interrupted by a cranky 3-year-old who wants to join me in the shower yet refuses to take his pyjamas off and pee in the potty. This is the beginning of a crying episode that lasts about 40 min and includes multiple trips to his bedroom to “calm down.”
7:00am – Pick up my phone to put it in my pocket and glance at new emails. An email telling me that I have been selected as the Medical Student representative on our national O&G resident committee… Desired, yet kind of unexpected. I showed it to my husband and we shared in the excitement while our 3-year-old continued his crying session from his bedroom.
7:20am – Leave the house (and the crying child behind… who was finally settling down enough to eat breakfast).
7:45am – Arrive at the lecture theatre 15 min early because of a “mandatory meeting.” The meeting coordinator was 10 min late. Eat my breakfast: Greek yogurt with frozen berries and Kashi Go-Lean Crunch cereal on top.
8:10am – First of three lectures starts. Pediatric Imaging. 5 minutes of concerted effort to pay attention, then – check blogsphere, update facebook with news of my new position, chat online, send a few texts – all the while, still half paying attention (I am pretty confident that I can at least pick out a thymus on a pediatric chest film).
9:00am – Grande Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte. Continuation of lecture series: Recognizing and reporting child abuse (way too much for this early in the morning). Then, intrauterine grown restriction – good, interesting, I can pay attention to that (and I did).
11:00am – Quickly stop in my office to assemble an anonymous gift for a friend (I’ve been leaving them secret anonymous gifts for a few years now… still getting away with it).
11:30am – Drop off gift in undisclosed location where I know they will find it. Run into department head who wants to talk to me about a whole bunch of stuff, all while I’m supposed to be walking over to meet my husband for lunch.
12:00pm – Finally get to lunch locale. Eat delicious lunch with my husband, including two desserts (it was a buffet).
12:45pm – Arrive at my car to start the annoying drive across the city to get to the clinic I’m working at. I already know I will be late. I have to start thinking of my excuse…
12:54pm – Look in the rearview mirror at a red light and notice a huge, black, terminal hair growing out of my chin. WTF!?! Where did that come from? Try to pull it out… OUCH! No Luck. Now I’m self-conscious about it.
1:05pm – At the clinic. Made pretty good time. Get into the attending physician’s office and he’s not even really aware that I was late. Good.
1:15pm – See my first patient of the afternoon: Anxiety. Great, right up my alley!
2:00pm – Another patient: a collection of complaints and never an acceptable solution. A reminder of what I don’t like about family medicine.
3:00pm – See last patient (yes, 3 patients all afternoon – slightly boring if you ask me). At least I had time to gossip with the other residents at the clinic today.
4:00pm – Get to go home early, but first must pick up the kids. That means playing kids songs in the car, which I already have stuck in my head all day anyway (There’s a flea on the wing of the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea…)
5:30pm – Peanut butter and honey sandwiches, frozen veggies, and strawberries for dinner because I’m too lazy to make a real dinner (I was pretty drained from seeing all those 3 patients!)
6:00pm – Family walk to Wal-Mart to buy soymilk and bubbles. 3-year-old wants to ride his new glider bike – fine by me! My reward for such a long walk (~3K round trip): Ice cream cone from McDonalds!
7:45pm – Quick bath and into bed for the boys. Baby decides he’s in the mood to nurse tonight. My poor, partially weaned, neglected and engorged breasts get some relief and I get to enjoy at least one more breastfeeding session with my little boy.
8:30pm – Water the plants outside, install my new planters on the veranda, get garbage ready for garbage day, unload/load dishwasher… Oh, and pluck that horrible, evil, no good hair from my chin!
9:15pm – Finally sit down and have the (newly instated) nightly talk with my husband. This is all in an effort to ensure better communication. We sure had a lot to talk about tonight and it was good to have that time with each other!
10:00 – Made the decision to blog.
So maybe not the best, most exciting day for me to share, but a day in the life of this Giraffe, nonetheless.