I decided that was what I was going to call him today (he often asks for us to come up for frozens), because he had five cases in Conway and makes us sit there and often doesn't even use us. I looked at two uteri with EIN (endometrial intraepithelial neoplasia) that was diagnosed on biopsy and one looked normal but one looked ugly cancerous it makes a difference what he does in the operation and CARTI loves him. He came and looked himself Jessica could have opened without me because his assessment was as good as mine but I made sure to charge for a gross only. I'd never met him even though he's been there for a few years - he primarily works in Fayetteville I think (googled him a long time ago) but comes down to operate so he can check in on aging parents. And he was so nice and grateful I doubted my moniker. I'll shift the anger to the people who decided to build that hospital that still seems like a ghost town and doesn't have enough business for us to place someone full time there. One of the ovaries was enlarged on the grossly cancerous uterus. I warned him to stand back while J pierced it with her scalpel. Sure enough a bunch of serous fluid popped out into the sink looked benign, we both agreed.
But I've never been up there with Jessica while I was waiting for the 10:00 courier we had so much fun talking and listening to music I told her we need to make this happen more often. We got on the subject of horses - my Barrington country club equestrian cousins and aunt and uncle used to try to get me to like them when I visited I wanted nothing to do with it and they sensed my terror and tried to help me overcome it. To this day I remember sitting atop some giant horse (of course the biggest one was the calmest) at age 7 or 8 - his name was Gentle Ben I think? Or Ben? and using all my concentration not to pee in my pants I was so terrified.
Then she told me a horse story that has had me dying laughing every time I think about it all day. Her friend had a Shetland pony - size of a large dog she said - and they would saddle up and ride it at age nine. One time the saddle started listing to the side - she demonstrated this by leaning over, and suddenly they found themselves on the underbelly of the horse. Although their heads were probably only two inches from the ground they had no idea what to do so they were holding on for dear life (the pony was standing still) until an adult happened upon them and said, "Dear God what are you girls doing? Just drop on the ground!" They were so relieved.
I told her my aunt used to try to teach me how to feed the horses with apples and carrots she said hold your hand flat so they don't accidentally bite a finger off. I was mortified, even as a small child. That's not really a risk I want to take in life. Jess agreed. Horses are too scary. We were both scarred as young children. I told her about the horse at the dude ranch that dropped to the ground and rolled - I narrowly missed breaking my leg - I had to scramble. I'm sure there are horse whisperers out there but I'm not one of them.
So happy it's almost Friday this week has stretched on forever. Highly recommend the turkey burger at Baptist Conway it's incredible. And Flight Attendant. I think we have one episode left. One more full week of no call work next week and then a two day work week with colonoscopy (fun!) then long weekend in Eureka. Happy Thursday, Much love, Elizabeth