Most of you know that my mum has a massive crush on Dave Grohl, so I guess I’ll write about him tonight. Well, first him, and then the dude who looks like him, and then some other semi- important stuff.
So mum likes Dave Grohl. Not only is he beautiful and talented, but he’s also funny. Once he was on Vh1, but he was on the tour bus under some blankets because he had the flu. He said, “Look, Dave Grohl vomits, Dave Grohl has diarrhea, Dave Grohl is a person.” She just loved that. That and the Learn To Fly video. “Oh that Dave, he’s so funny.”
Holy Crap, her birthday is in a few days. What do mums like? I think I might hire a maid or something… I’m not sure. I’ll take suggestions.
So there’s this dude in Horizontal Orange who looks -just- like Dave Grohl. I don’t know this guy’s name, but everyone who knows those guys should know who I’m talking about. The first time I saw them was in late May/ early June of 2003, and I saw this guy from pretty far away, and I was like “oh my gosh, it’s Dave Grohl, I’m totally calling mum.” Then I walked closer, and it definately wasn’t him.
Why the hell would Dave Grohl be in Union City, Tennessee, anywho?
So I just saw them again last night (I’ll elaborate more later) and I totally would have remembered to take a picture if I had a camera. I put the film in for developing Friday. I might have been able to take a picture if Brad wouldn’t have taken it to the bathroom and wasted my exposures on his genitalia.
Hahaha, genitalia, exposures, expose, genitalia, get it?
I am an artiste.
So last night we went to Hickman, KY for a show at some dudes house. I got the directions off the internet, so I thought we would be semi- okay, even though we both have horrible senses of direction. Well, it turns out that the directions were wrong. It took us approximately 30 minutes of turning around (and missing places to turn around), and so we were about to give up. Finally, we saw a sign that led us in the right direction. We got there, and wow, half the people there knew me. It was a little intimidating. Anywho, we were telling everyone our directions were wrong, but Cody was like, “Didn’t you guys see the sign?” IT WAS NIGHTTIME, PEOPLE! What I want to know is how did everyone else see it?
So we sat through some pretty bad bands. It was lots o’ fun. We danced and danced and made fun of people and danced some more.
Grey’s Anatomy is such a good show. I was just watching it tonight and this episode was about triage. I’m so glad that I’ve decided to do OB instead of anything else in the medical field. It’s got to be really difficult to choose to keep one person alive out of two or more. How does one pick? There are so many factors that could determine who should live and who should die. Some doctors would choose to forget about the one in worse condition and do everything in our power to save the less unhealthy one. Others, such as myself, would choose to work on the patient in the worse condition, because one never knows. I just have a bleeding heart.
So Thursday, I went in to the OB where they told me they had a 15 year old girl who just went in to labour, and I had to break her water with the instruction of Dr. Cameron. So here I am with a …rod… in her vagina, and she says, “Hey, I know you! You’re Liz! I used to go to your school!” I froze. Here I was in what I thought was the vagina of a stranger. What was I supposed to say?
Sorry, I didn’t recognize you from down here.
I said, “Oh, I don’t think I remember you… what was your name?… Sorry, this is going to hurt quite a bit… *jabjab*”
So Friday night, a bunch of girl friends and I were talking about when I’m an Ob/ Gyn. They all said, “Hey Liz, I’ll go to you, you can examine me, etc etc etc…”
So that got me thinking: Of course, I’d prefer to examine a stranger. Sure, I’ll be fine examining a friend. But an acquaintance… someone i kind of know, ouch. Let me elaborate:
I go to Dr. Lawrence… well, one day, his wife came into the shop to get her hair cut, and a tremendous feeling of guilt came over me. I’m thinking, “Does she know her husband has seen my vagina on numerous occasions?” It made me feel dirty. Not the good kind of dirty, either, that I get from eating pancakes at night.
One thing I worry about being an Ob/Gyn: my sex life. If I choose to get married, will I have a sex drive after seeing so many unattractive vaginas all day? Sure, but my husband better be damn sexy : )
I just ordered some Sesame Street checks.
So Friday, the OB was dead, so I went to help at Ambulatory Care, where I had to change a 90- year- old man’s catheter. He’s dying of congestive heart failure, so he’s pretty bloated, so we have him on diuretics, causing him to pee every 5 minutes. I’m changing his catheter, and he says “Sorry if I piss on you, I can’t help it.” I told him, “It’s okay, Mr. X, I’ve got on gloves.” What a sweet little old man.
It’s time for bed.
Oh, and Mark Adam lost his core in the pit.