...not really. i just like to tease my "#1 bloggie" about the hippy healthy things she feeds her kids. carob is, in case you haven't encountered it, a chocolate substitute made out of hay or shoes or something. fake chocolate is kind of like fake sleep. just not satisfying. but my #1bloggie is another one of my very favorite people- in part because she is such a conscientious and amazing parent who is working hard to keep her kids healthy and happy.
but seriously folks, don't feed your kids carob. it's just cruel. trust me- i'm practically a doctor, practically.
so i'm wrapping up this surgical thing and it's been a wild week. i would tell you about the patient i had recently who i'm pretty sure is part of the mafia and was talking (wide awake while we worked on him-creepy) about "hits" and strippers and pizza pie and all kinds of big sounding guys like "little tony" and "joe joe" and how they get out of going to jail by paying people off/knocking them off, etc, etc.....but then i'd have to kill you. i just hope we did a good job on the surgery. i laid a little low in that one, as you can imagine. and when the nurse loudly asked me my name, i totally made it up. (don't leave a trail).
i did wound care today and it was great. i love wound care. lots of diabetic ulcers, venous stasis ulcers, a few abscesses. i got to debride (cut/dig dead skin off/out of the hole) and it was fantastic. sounds gross, smells a little gross, but is actually really cool and i felt useful. the body is incredible how it rejuvenates, regrows. the products available to encourage wound healing are really impressive, too. there are grafts made out of everything from pork (porcine), cows (bovine), and human tissue (even some infant foreskin- i am NOT making this up!) and there are dressings that contain antimicrobial agents with parts of human growth factors that hasten tissue growth. then there are wound vacs that suck the bad juju out and encourage vascularization.....and hyperbaric oxygen treatments where patients with terrible blood flow get in 100% O2 rooms and bask for a few hours so the wound gets saturated in O2 so the sad little new skin gets a chance to get strong and grow to close the wound. the list goes on. amazing.
so i'm bribing my surgical preceptors to give me a good evaluation by baking cookies for them (by this of course i mean having my husband bake cookies for them) and taking those tomorrow. my hubby just yelled in the kitchen meaning that he either burnt the cookies or burnt himself. if he burnt himself, maybe i can go practice my wound care on him...(i don't have any foreskin lying around, so i'll have to make do) but if he burnt the cookies, i'll have to have my new mob buddies take him out.....(the burnt cookies will prolly STILL taste better than carob chips do).
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