boy am i excited! it’s my last day of clinicals. i’ve been working in the ccu and it’s been more than enjoyable. it took awhile to get into the groove…but it all came together. how fabulous. i (heart) ccu. heh heh.
oh yeah, ccu is cardiac intensive care for you non-healthcare types.
i’m spent, that’s all i have to share tonight.
no one has ever equated having children with buying coffee. at least let’s hope not. but with the racing pace of technology in genetics, is a gattaca-like world really that far off? do you prefer brown or hazel eyes? would you like some whip cream with that?
a recent assignment for a family theory class that i am enrolled has me pondering what lines i draw for such technology. but i’m a scientist, damnit! well, yes, but at what point does science trump humanity? my prof had us view an interesting movie (i think the link points to a more updated version). and perhaps, if i’m feeling spunky, i’ll share parts of my essay…but, if that’s to be done, i’ll need to stop writing on this blog and get crackin’!
it’s amazing how much you can learn from person from their amazon wish list. among my picks: nursing, jazz, harry potter and craft books, stainless steel cookware (value-priced but a very good buy!), electronics galore, food saver accessories and good knives. READ: sensible and geeky, but hip, nursing student w/ an unexplainable obsession for yarn, likes to cook, don’t piss off.
what’s on your list?
a joke from my dad:
cardiologist funeral
a cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. a huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside the heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.
at that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter. when all eyes stared at him, he said, “i’m sorry, i was just thinking of my own funeral…i’m a gynecologist.”
that’s when the proctologist fainted.
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all of my life i was raised in a very catholic household. you know – parochial school x 12 years, church every sunday and holy day of obligation, fish on fridays and an ashey forehead once a year…can you imagine the day that my dad shared a dirty joke with his three grown-up children? he was laughing so hard, half from embarassment, half from the punchline not yet delivered. now add a filipino accent and a shocked mother not but two feet away. my side hurts just thinking about it. i know this joke is of the tame ilk, but anytime he tells a joke, i always think of that day.
does that mean i’m getting old?
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