My Nephew at the State Fair

Check out the boots and the swag hat. Little ladies man right there.

Chain Grease?

Not really sure how this ended up on the outside front of my right shin, but it's a pretty awesome chain stain, if I do say so myself. :)   

Ratatouille

Ratatouille! Inspired by the first sixty seconds of this clip from the Disney movie by the same title. If you're interested in the easy recipe I used, you can find it here.

Whipstitch

One time I went to a class about penetrating chest trauma. (I was going to link to the Wikipedia article about penetrating trauma, but it had some graphic photos, so for those of you who are less inclined to gore, I withheld. For those of you who like trauma shots, check it out here).

In the class, a cardiothoracic surgeon was lecturing about how we treat trauma that occurs in "the cardiac box," the area inside these lines:

I got this picture here

He started talking all nonchalant about surgical repair of small holes in the heart wall like those caused by bullets and said something like this:

There's gonna be a lot of blood, so you'll need to hold manual pressure on the injury while someone gets your suture ready. You need a big needle and thick suture material. When it's ready, take a bit bite [that's what we call the tissue that we pick up with a suture needle], and throw a whipstitch in there to stop the bleeding.

So I'm like, "What's a whipstitch?! That sounds awesome!"

Well, ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Google images, here is a whipstitch:

I got this picture here 

The next time I saw the word whipstitch, was earlier today while looking at a pair of skinny jeans available from Nordstrom.

So yeah,  just throw a whipstitch in that guy's heart.
NBD.

All Illustration of My Program Demographics

Woman in my class: Cute dress!

Me: Thanks!

Other woman in my class: I know! I was thinking my daughter would like that. 

ULCER

Not as in the race, as in, I'm pretty sure I have one. 
It's like this. Once on the way home from St. George, 
after my tri and subsequent IT band issues,
I run out of ibuprofen, 
which is bad because my body/knees is/are not happy about running
so I buy some aspirin at a gas station because it is cheaper than ibuprofen
I have this bottle of aspirin in my cupboard
and when I unexpectedly and regularly start getting headaches,
I start taking the aspirin every now and again. Not like 
a million times a day or anything, 
just when I get headaches and such.
and then one morning I wake up with
gnawing epigastric pain
Maybe I'm imagining that it's gnawing because 
that's what it says in my textbooks,
but it sure feels like gnawing
and it only happens right in the morning
and when my stomach is empty. 
also,
nausea
nausea like more than the usual 
Liz has a stressed out finicky stomach amount.


So, yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm dying. 
That or I have hypochondria.

Dear Journal I Just Bought at the Bookstore,
Thanks for having neon hearts all over your cover and having an inside that's made of recycled paper. On second thought, what am I, six? Nope, but that's about how many dollars you cost(ed) so I guess that balances out. 
Love,
Liz


Dear Justin Bieber,
Thanks for letting me really really really like your music. It gives me something childish to own up to on a regular basis, and I think that's good for my self esteem or humility or something. Also for your hair. I really love your hair. 
Love,
Liz


Dear 3b Yoga,
Thanks for having such crazy hard classes for me to attend. I can't remember the last time that my back was this sore for this many days in a row, and that makes me one step closer to this.
Love,
Liz

Dear Tim Lincecum,
When is your pitching going to coincide with my traveling? 
Love,         Liz

Genius Gave Me The Best Biking Playlist Today

Dear Genius,
Thanks for picking a bunch of music that I love from a bunch of different categories to talk me into climbing a few extra hills on the bike today.
Liz

1). Walls by Tom Petty

2). It'll All Work Out by Tom Petty

3). For You to Notice by Dashboard Confessional

4). If You Don't, Don't by Jimmy Eat World

5). The Lights and Buzz by Jack's Mannequin

6). We Built This City by Starship (Maybe I played this on repeat. Maybe I didn't).

7). Distraction by Angels and Airwaves

100% Organic

So Dad sends me home with these delicious, home-grown veggies. 

Mom tells me they make a really tasty soup.

So I make one. 

Squash soup. It's my new fall staple. 

My parents rock. 

Slumming It

(http://business.rediff.com/column/2009/dec/09/column-why-indian-slums-are-not-places-of-hopelessness.htm)


One time, I was monitoring a patient as she waited for a procedure. One of our phlebotomists came in, and we talked.


Phleb: What high school did you go to?
Me: Clearfield.
70 something-year-old Patient: Slumming it at Clearfield, huh?


WHAT?! What kind of 70-something white female living in Utah County knows what the phrase slumming it means, let alone uses it (accurately) to describe my high school in the little-known city of Clearfield?


An awesome one, that's who. 

In Memory

April 25, 2009

Yoasis is no more. And neither is this shirt. But here they are, immortalized in photo form.