i've been hiding some embarrassing moments from you, bloggies.

some things i have yet to admit but feel i must at this time:

1. i have now TWICE grabbed a sterile drape instead of a gown out of the cupboard in the surgical suite and opened that and tried to find arm holes. the first time i wanted to melt into the floor, i was so embarrassed. the second time i just made a toga joke and kept going. i'm such an ass. they're probably each worth more than any item in my wardrobe and i am personally driving up the health care costs in America.

2. i have now TWICE lost items off of my person and had to be notified to find them at the main OR desk. one: a notebook with (THANK YOU GOD) no patient identifying info on it, but apparently distinct enough scrawl that someone in the department recognized it as mine. i just use it for notes to myself on what surgeries i need to prepare for the next day and questions i couldn't answer when asked, so want to do some reading on. (something like, "for tomorrow-look up what the "neck" is and figure out what it does for the human body. i think it has something to do with drinking or breathing or something." or " tomorrow you will be in on a nephrectomy (removal of the kidney)- find out what they do with it when they're done with it! is there really a special heaven for body parts like Dr. Smith said? i have a theory that they bronze it and give it to the patient on a key chain." ) not at all embarrassing to think that someone found and read all that i wrote.

and two: my PDA. i actually left it in the bathroom. it cost something like $400 w/ all the fancy medical programs (dictionary, drug reference, medical formula calculators, diagnostics and symptoms tool, etc, etc) and i left it in the bathroom. good lawd. but to be fair, it kind of deserved it. it's my son-of-a-whore-supposed-to-be-doing-all-the-work-for-me-and- leaving-me-hangin' palm device that freezes often, doesn't have info i'm looking for, and sticks out about 6 inches off my hip in its holster and knocks stuff off walls all the time. i think i might be leaving it in my locker from now on. the old paper kind of drug references work just as well and make me look studious when using at the nurse's station instead of like i'm texting friends on my phone or checking on the most recent celeb rehab scandals (which i totally am).

ok. i feel better. glad i got those things off my chest. and if you're wondering, playing dead did NOT work and i DID do yard work today...but my family did much more than i did and the yard looks gorgeous. it's about 600% nicer than it was when we started. we had become the rosanne conner house on the street complete w/ chicken wire and metal trash cans barring off corners of our yard and our only foliage was weeds that had won. pitiful. but now it looks organized, planned, and very un weed-like. thanks to my husband's wonderful family, we are no longer actively bringing property value in our neighborhood down. tra-la.