To a Safe & Healthy 4th!

Just a quick one to wish you all a happy 4th of July weekend!

We don't have anything big planned since Dr. D is now less than a week away from taking the boards, but I'm quite content to laze around and enjoy my three day weekend free of commitments. For me, the fruits of today's labor were some shockingly sassy metallic-silver fingernails and sun on my cheeks, both of which I'm pretty pleased with.

What I am not pleased with, however (and prepare yourselves because this may come off as totally un-American), are these booming fireworks that have been going off all around us all night. I'm not the biggest fan of fireworks. Sure, they're pretty to look at, but that's about the only redeeming quality that I can identify about them. They're so abrupt and loud, like angry loud. They just make me kind of indignant. A strange reaction, I'll give you that, but I can't really help it.

J-dog must have been picking up on my anti-fireworks vibes tonight... to his credit, he wasn't scared of the noises, per say, but he did give a little huff-like bark (similar to a scoff) every time one went off. I believe what he was trying to say was, "How dare you disturb my evening ritual of bone gnawing and napping at Dr. D's feet?"

I guess the other thing about fireworks that I don't like is that they've always seemed very dangerous to me. And for good reason, as this poor schmo from New York had to find out the hard way today. Here's the gist of the AP article:

Suffolk County police say 36-year-old Eric Smith was using a 3-foot long metal tube to shoot mortars from the street near his home around 5:45 p.m. Saturday.

Police believe he leaned over the device to ignite it and didn't get out of the way before an explosive shot out of the launcher. His left arm was severed at the shoulder.

Total bummer. But get this: they're going to try to reattach his arm at the hospital! Man, doctors can be so darn useful sometimes. I also happen to know that it is possible for him to regain full use of his arm... because they did it on a Grey's Anatomy episode once. I told you, Grey's will keep you up to speed on the medical world.

Anyway, have a SAFE holiday everyone, and enjoy!

Medical Matrimony 101: Lesson 1

In the scheme of things, my marriage to Dr. D is in its infancy. However, I’d like to think that over the past two years (which, by the way, has anyone read or heard anything recently about time moving roughly 2.54 times faster than usual? Because, hot dang!), I’ve learned quite a bit about being married to a medical student.

I thought it might be fun to share this wisdom with you all, because even if you aren’t a med student/professional, or married to one, you might at least know one… or maybe you will someday? At the very least, if you find yourself in a bar near a hospital and it’s after 10pm, the knowledge I impart to you now may come in handy.

So, first lesson:

Watch Grey’s Anatomy.

Stop rolling your eyes. No really, stop—they might get stuck that way. Okay, not really. Dr. D tells me that’s a lie… unless you're taking anti-psychotics. See how helpful it is to know a med student?

But seriously, folks, for those of you who find yourselves in the midst of a gaggle (it’s a word, look it up) of med students, it may be advantageous to have a six-season arsenal of Grey’s Anatomy plot line knowledge at your disposal, as I do. Why?

• You can (sort of) speak their language. At the very least, you’ll know to make a frowny face when you hear them say that a patient had a “cardiomyopathy,” and you won’t embarrass yourself by casually commenting “Oh yeah? That’s cool” when they tell you they witnessed a patient go asystolic. (<--Not ringing any bells? How about “beeeeeeeeeeeeeep…”? Yeah, now you’ve got it.)

• You’ll understand what they mean when they tell you exactly where they are in their journey from lowly med student to big-shot doctor, because whatever term they use (intern, resident, chief resident, attending, chief of surgery, etc.), you’ll be able to equate it to a character: “Oh, you’re an intern about to take your medical board exam? Man, hope you don’t pull a Karev a bomb that sucker!” Season 2, baby.

Okay, fine. Maybe you just don’t have a stomach for all the romantic storylines and double entendres, or perhaps you can’t suspend disbelief long enough to go along with the fact that all of the doctors’ sleeping around with each other hasn’t given them all some sort of disease—fast forward through those parts and KEEP WATCHING because…

• You can gain some serious “med cred” (how stoked am I that I just came up with that?!) by knowing about some of the more ridiculous conditions that are featured on the show, especially if the med student/doctor you’re talking to doesn’t know that it was a plotline on Grey’s. Because believe it or not, most of the medical cases on the show are based—sometimes more loosely than others—on real medicine. For example, those of you who watch the show might remember the dude who kept eating cotton balls and other medical supplies when the doctors' backs were turned… I dare you to bring up Pica Disorder in casual conversation with a med student. Minds will be blown.

Class dismissed.