Maybe we need to work on our definitions of "abnormal"

Being tucked away in my dark cave can occasionally have perks, not the least of which is people think they are alone in the Rads hallway.
At a fairly loud volume...Random male physician in the hallway, " This is the part of me, you're never ever gonna take from me, I kissed a girl and I liked it,UH UH UH uh uh, hmm hmm hmm."

The same security guard has walked past five times tonight whistling, from the best I can tell, the theme to Super Mario Bros.

A quote from me, "It's more than half way around the world."
Just further proof of my lack of geography knowledge ;-)

Unnamed Resident, " His forth, proximal phalanx hurts on the volar aspect." ...."And I really like bananas"... "Just FYI."

Non Rads Attending, "Radiology must be a sweet gig, but I bet your butt gets numb and you have an increased risk of carpal tunnel."
Me, "My butt is a bit numb."

Same Attending, "If I CT my hand will you 3D reconstruct it so it looks like it is going to smack you, I need a visual to text my children when they act up."... "I'm mostly joking."

Same Attending, " You are a tiny frightening woman."
Me, "What?"
Attending," I'm sure you get the tiny part, but the frightening is just a 'quality'. You know like Chandler on Friends had a homosexual 'quality', you have a frightening 'quality'."... "That's a compliment."
Me, "Thanks?"

A, "The pizza looks hot."
Cafeteria worker, "Nah, they never really get more than luke warm."
A, "Um, OK." (walks away without pizza)
I admire his honesty in the matter, no false advertising of cafeteria food there.

And for your furthur amusement and to see other people having fun at work, some Friends Bloopers...not my video, just thought they were funny.

Apparently home ownership costs around $2000 a day.

I got up the nerve to buy a condo.  

Something of mine. 

The American dream. 

A thirtieth birthday gift to myself. 

After getting a great deal on a condo, inspections, mortgage paperwork, appraisals, walkthroughs, more paperwork, more paperwork and cashiers checks I started moving things in this past Thursday.  Dropped a few things off the first night and had my little, "This is my home, I own it." moment before heading back to my apartment for some much needed rest and packing.  I was on call on Friday into Saturday.  Following a brief post call nap I began loading my car and driving across town to unload.  Load number two was being unloaded when I realized I was a bit warm. I thought to myself how ironic this was because I had been wishing for warmer weather for weeks, and, of course, Mother Nature obliged with 90+ degree weather the day I decide to start moving boxes in and out.  

To reward myself for all my hard work on a tender ankle I decided to take a break.  This "break" included installation of a cat door into the garage. Simple, straight forward, and we (my lovely assistant/babysitter had joined at this point) got to use power tools.....Ah, power tools.  There were a few other first home activities---- such as finding a better use for the 1970's curtains....The lovely model decided a long skirt was in order. Apparently the proportions weren't correct for an evening gown.

Again though, I felt a bit warm.  

Bingo, the Air Conditioner had been turned off at some point in the past weeks of inspection/appraisal/closing/walk throughs etc. Easy fix...I turned on the air.  After living in my 100 year old apartment with a window unit the cool air was a happy little homeowner moment. 

The evening continued on.... two girls and a solid core door with power tools.  More than a few laughable moments occurred, and we bet on which muscles would be more sore in the morning.  After standing back to admire our handy work. (or in Teddi's case scrutinize the placement of the cat door and whether my fat cats would fit through it) we each headed back to our apartments to sleep.

At 02:30 I was greeted by multiple police cars just outside my apartment....arresting two of my neighbors (see why I wanted to move out of the "good neighborhood").  I was instructed to "Remain in my vehicle." I did just that until the nice officer escorted me to my apartment.  

I drifted off knowing I had another day of moving ahead of me-- even if my neighbor was currently resisting arrest out back.

Up and at 'em Sunday. Car loaded again.  A slow moving day.  unpacking boxes cleaning things etc. until.... drip.... drip drip....drip....drip drip drip...drip...dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip...   I hobbled back and forth along the first floor searching for the sound.... What I discovered to be the sound of water dripping through my first floor ceiling/second floor closet floor on to my carpet.

All said and done at least $8000 dollars in repairs to the floor/ceiling/AC will have to be done.  And my previously cool/comfortable new home is now sweltering hot for at least another week. The inspection company/AC company/homeowners insurance details are being worked out, but here's the general math.

$8000.00 (not including down payment/taxes etc)/4 days = $2000.00+/day for home ownership.   

I really hope this trend doesn't continue, I can't afford $62,000.00 a month to live.

Aortas and Subdurals and Pennies.......oh my.

A night on call of iffy findings and hilarious findings.  Makes the adage about not doing anything you don't want to explain to a paramedic ring even more true.

Refering doc, "Are those pennies?"
Rad, "No, that's seventeen cents."
Doc, "I only see four coins, where are the other thirteen."
Rad, "Um, There are only four coins."
Doc, "You said seventeen cents."
Rad, (pause) "Two pennies, a nickel and a dime."
Doc, (longer pause) (hangs head) "Go ahead, laugh, I know you want to."
These conversations are always more fun in person. And, oh how happy I would have been if they had let me keep the film!

Oooohh! Cookie!
(Exclaimed three times tonight by three different people) (about the same cookie) (which is still sitting in the same spot) (the lack of known cookie origin makes it less desirable apparently)


A, "I want to die of a massive stroke in my sleep."
B, "If we're going to discuss this random morbid thought...Why not a massive heart attack?"
A, "I like my heart, it's done nothing to me, but my brain...it deserves it!"
C, "Is there any way for an ischemic insult to your fat to kill you, because i have a real bone to pick with it."

If you add All Bran flakes to your Corn Flakes they are suddenly a health food.

Person A,"why is water the main ingredient in everything we eat?"
Person B,"maybe because it's the main ingredient in humans."
Person A, "nerd."

If it hadn't been for the one hour whale harpooning the night may have been salvageable.

A-"where do you think all that stool goes?" (regarding a quite overloaded CT of the abdomen)
B-"it Depends" (I'll give you a bit to think about that one.)