An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.~ James Whistler
It's hard to have vision when the labor is all you have time for some days, when people absolutely, positively refuse to do what they say they will and leave you with the rest.
And do you think it could get worse? Yes, it could. Your big boss tells you to help him/her with the big chief of medicine meeting today. The one positive: you can just send your report, because, in finest tradition, the people in the field (i.e. troops) are not allowed to attend. (Hallelujah!)
Gotta love that interdisciplinary teamwork (head smacks firmly into table)!
Stay tuned...you never know what will happen at the Hotel.
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Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Field trip!
I am one of those people who loves to get out of the Hotel and roam. Even if it's only to the cafeteria on a nice day.
Today was different. I had meetings at Washington (aka the Mothership).Since Bubba and Dahey were roaming around on RehabLand Elementary's February vacation (why they give kids a five day weekend in February...), I had them drop me off there and pick me up when I was done.
I was there and had 3 meetings with people in four hours. It wasn't too terrible, because I had time in between.
First, I had to meet with Dr. C. He's a surgeon our chief wanted me to talk to about the SU. Nice. He was a character, still in his OR cap, as if he'd just come from a case. Dr. C. is about 5 feet tall. In reality, I think he just wore it, so patients would think he was busy. For a surgeon, he was interesting. He sat next to me and looked me square in the eye when he talked, very unlike any of the other surgeons we work with.
Next, my old super, Reg, took care of me when I needed a computer to finish my work between one of those meetings. It was fun. He gave me his office on the unit in the middle of an allied health open house. Respiratory therapists and therapists of all stripes were being interviewed everywhere on that end of the building that's normally not occupied.
I visited Dr. V. next. He and I worked at Saintarama Rehab. We got assigned to the same committee for that reason. He's smart, but not a subject matter expert on this project, so that's why I'm with him. I started having flashbacks to undergrad when he started talking about SWOT analysis and Professor Brothers saying, "RehabRN, what are the opportunities for Company X?" Just as long as I don't have to take accounting again, I'm okay.
Finally, I visited the last person on our chief's list. The urologist. Everyone's favorite person among the male patients. A positive evaluation from him gets you the ED drug of your choice, based on your diagnosis. His waiting room was crowded. I was just shocked that he took time out to talk to me, along with his nurse.
Although I left later than I wanted, the diversion was worthwhile. Washington's coffee bar in the lobby has some really wonderful brownies. Yes, I was supposed to give up sweets for Lent, but I distinctly recall the priest saying, "Don't give up something you're just going to start again when Lent is over."
On my honor, I will never EVER give up chocolate. End of story.
Have a great weekend wherever you are!
Today was different. I had meetings at Washington (aka the Mothership).Since Bubba and Dahey were roaming around on RehabLand Elementary's February vacation (why they give kids a five day weekend in February...), I had them drop me off there and pick me up when I was done.
I was there and had 3 meetings with people in four hours. It wasn't too terrible, because I had time in between.
First, I had to meet with Dr. C. He's a surgeon our chief wanted me to talk to about the SU. Nice. He was a character, still in his OR cap, as if he'd just come from a case. Dr. C. is about 5 feet tall. In reality, I think he just wore it, so patients would think he was busy. For a surgeon, he was interesting. He sat next to me and looked me square in the eye when he talked, very unlike any of the other surgeons we work with.
Next, my old super, Reg, took care of me when I needed a computer to finish my work between one of those meetings. It was fun. He gave me his office on the unit in the middle of an allied health open house. Respiratory therapists and therapists of all stripes were being interviewed everywhere on that end of the building that's normally not occupied.
I visited Dr. V. next. He and I worked at Saintarama Rehab. We got assigned to the same committee for that reason. He's smart, but not a subject matter expert on this project, so that's why I'm with him. I started having flashbacks to undergrad when he started talking about SWOT analysis and Professor Brothers saying, "RehabRN, what are the opportunities for Company X?" Just as long as I don't have to take accounting again, I'm okay.
Finally, I visited the last person on our chief's list. The urologist. Everyone's favorite person among the male patients. A positive evaluation from him gets you the ED drug of your choice, based on your diagnosis. His waiting room was crowded. I was just shocked that he took time out to talk to me, along with his nurse.
Although I left later than I wanted, the diversion was worthwhile. Washington's coffee bar in the lobby has some really wonderful brownies. Yes, I was supposed to give up sweets for Lent, but I distinctly recall the priest saying, "Don't give up something you're just going to start again when Lent is over."
On my honor, I will never EVER give up chocolate. End of story.
Have a great weekend wherever you are!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
One brave woman
She wasn't a brave, but Wilma Mankiller was one amazing woman. I really enjoyed a quote of hers below:
"Friends describe me as someone who likes to dance along the edge of the roof," she wrote. "I try to encourage young women to be willing to take risks, to stand up for the things they believe in, and to step up and accept the challenge of serving in leadership roles."
May we all be so brave, even if we never happen upon the edge of a roof.
"Friends describe me as someone who likes to dance along the edge of the roof," she wrote. "I try to encourage young women to be willing to take risks, to stand up for the things they believe in, and to step up and accept the challenge of serving in leadership roles."
May we all be so brave, even if we never happen upon the edge of a roof.
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