Thursday, December 2, 2021

The Flu and the Feud

     This call week has been so crazy. Monday started off slow, but Tuesday I got bad dry heaves during Conway QRC Zoom meeting I kept checking the monitor to make sure my sound was off. I ended up expelling demons in the Dr. parking lot on the way to my car and had to catch a ride home from my head transcriptionist Tina. That was a prelude to the craziest two days at work I've had in a while. I did more frozens in the past two days - at least 20, and ordered more immunos on hard cases than I usually do in a month. Collision tumors, rare parapharyngeal masses I didn't remember existed (1% of all salivary gland tumors and in the minor glands - that's even more rare). And I had a breast core that has a low grade ductal cancer and a lobular cancer and high grade DCIS? What are the odds.

    Jack woke up yesterday morning with fever and chills and I took him an Icee and some Benadryl to knock him out before I headed to work. He slept some, but called me throughout the day with new confusing sx. Hives. Terrible headaches. He's not a complainer, so when he complains, we take notice. Mike called him in a Zpac and I stopped on the way home to get him some topical steroid cream. DayQuil. The hives calmed down then returned in the evening I was calling Eric Bravo and texted Ahmad Brown some pics of his skin. Ahmad is in Vegas now. Hope to see him when Christy and I go. He confirmed urticaria. Said it could be viral exanthem. I started Jack on a steroid dose pack I abandoned a few years ago. 

    This morning he called me again to say he was having the worst headache of his life. No more armchair doctoring, I said, make an appointment at the Children's clinic. He did for 1:30 and I met him. In the meantime Cecelia called and said that all of her friends in Fayetteville were deathly ill with the flu. She had her vaccine so hers only lasted three days but Woody was so sick he was in bed all day on his birthday and her un flu vaccinated friends were laid out. We are all worrying about Covid, but flu is really bad this year. Sure enough, Jack tested positive. But he's already on the mend (got vaxxed three weeks ago at well child visit). It's a breakthrough strain, I told him. They don't always get it right. But the vaccine will still protect you some, like Covid. He wanted to go back to school tomorrow but I told him wait until Monday. You might still be contagious. So, moral is, get you and your loved ones flu vaxxed. 

    Monday when I visited the gross room Jessica told me a funny story. We just got this new 17K fridge for the OR to put specimens in. It's totally glass - transparent to the OR. An anesthesiologist wandered in to complain. Did not even introduce himself. You have to cover up the legs. Maybe build a cardboard thing. This is insulting to so many of the OR staff. The legs are in a big bucket on the bottom shelf.

    But they are already covered, I said. We put them in red biohazard bags. Isn't that enough? These people went into medicine how can they be offended by bagged amputated legs. She said fifteen minutes ago, someone put that blue OR blanket over the legs. LOLOL. So it's a feud, I said, like the Hatfield's and the McCoy's (her maiden name happens to be McCoy). I think it was Brian Jansen, she said. I think he is offended and using his staff as an excuse.

    I rushed to his defense. Brian is one of the number one if not best anesthesiologists in the group. Mike hand picked him to do my anesthesia when I broke my jaw and my dad's when he had his heart surgery. He's quirky, I acknowledged, but in a savant like way. He saved my dad's life. On the year anniversary of my dad's almost fatal surgery, I bought the entire department (70 some it was over a grand) Taziki's and wrote a letter of thanks. They wanted me to stay and read it but I was too choked up so I asked Mike to. I credited Jansen and Morelle, the PA, in the letter. He was nice to me after that - asks about my dad, but half the time I say hi to him in the hallway he doesn't acknowledge me he is often in another world, I think. OK I'll cut him some slack, she said. Won't move the blanket. But still.

    I was checking the OR for late frozens and bumped into McCall Hogan, another anesthesiologist, last night. I joked about the feud and he laughed and said he knew about it. It's a full on war between y'all and the gross room, I said. We are gonna win.

    In other news, I got my first tattoo on Friday! C has been planning it for over a year she designed it off of pics on the internet. They are matching we did it together. Howard from Lucky Bella said I did amazing - I told him it was a lot easier than getting hammered on the head by a traffic gate arm or breaking your jaw in three places. C got a little woozy in the beginning but I told her to take her socks and shoes off and touch toes to tile and Howard got her a bottle of water and she revived. It's a moon design. She wanted to do it based on a song I always sang when she was little - you know it - I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon, I love you in the evening, and underneath the moon.

    I always thought my first tattoo would be a dragonfly. During my first Reiki session with Lisa years ago she told me I had dragonfly wings. Turns out that dragonflies are a traditional sign of resilience. Well based on what I have gone through this year I'm hella resilient LOL. I'm a little addicted. I think I'll start planning that one next year.

    Excited about Rex's party I'm throwing Saturday I've got Boulevard catering and Christmas decorations going up (except the tree - always a live tree) and a couple of people can't come but Dianne is really excited. Need to start reading Heart of the Dog for book club the next weekend. My attention span has been like a squirrel's lately maybe this will jump start me back into books. S and I have been revisiting old movies. Resurrection and Say Anything aged a lot better than Lost Boys and Silver Bullet but it's fun watching horror turn to comedy. Happy Friday Eve, much love, Elizabeth

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