Whupstupikins

I didn't have a quick enough title for this post, so I just decided to title it the first thing that came to mind, and that was when Monet jumped on the couch and put her paw on my paper plate that had some toast crumbs on it, and I said "Oh, Whupstupikins!"(pronounced whup-stup-ikins) and gave her my plate to lick clean.

I don't know...I just have this thing for crazy dumb nicknames...

This is Monet right now, going to town on some kind of bone treat thing:

Today is the dreaded "purple scrubs" day. We have two days a week where we all have to wear the same color scrubs, and today is purple. I think purple is an okay color for eyes and hearts and some other things, but not scrubs. I feel totally weird in these scrubs, and no, I won't post a picture because they're that terrible. Actually, here's a pic from right now, looking down, with the key to my heart for all to see. The scrubs in the pic look more blue than purple, but trust me, they are really, really purple.

And throw that on top of a Tuesday, which is usually the most busy and chaotic day of the week, and it's double dread. And Dr. K is on call today, which means I'll be keeping track of the ER remotely from our office on top of doing my other job duties, and that's triple dread, although I do like the excitement of viewing what comes in the ER, even remotely. Last week we had a guy who somehow ended up with pieces of a saw blade embedded deep in his arm. I'll see if I can take a pic of his x-ray later and show you tomorrow.

I just love radiology and x-rays. Sometimes I tell myself I should've went into the college nursing program instead of radiology because it's the same amount of school, and we learn many of the same things, plus even more technical knowledge, but get paid less due to the oversaturation of x-ray techs in the market. Then I kick my own butt to remind myself that I love x-rays, and I should always be doing what I love.

I may not be rich...yet...but I have no regrets, and my family's needs always seem to get met one way or another, and I believe if you do what you love, you're not really "working," but enjoying each day as it comes. I can think of only a few things worse than to be stuck in a job where you hate to wake up each day. I'm so thankful I can go to work and be excited for the day ahead, and when I make someone who is hurting smile, it's just icing on the cake.

And in the office where I work, I am so much more than an x-ray tech. I've been trained in all aspects of orthopedics, and I just love every part of it, from the x-rays to helping the doctors with injections, to casting, to patient education, and even the physical therapy part, although we've recently started sending the e-stim patients to offsite physical therapy because I'm just too busy with my other duties to keep up with e-stims/horizontal therapy, which typically takes up at least 20 minutes an hour during a typical day. With the new PA and all of the new patients we took from an orthopedist who retired, we are slammed, and everyone had to take on new duties, including me. I love it, though, and love being busy during the day. But I also love the rare days like last Wednesday, when my boss and I were able to take a breather and look at an old newspaper.

I still need to make some money for 'boree and for the time I lost at work with my mom's broken hip, so I'm going to be relisting some things on eBay at cheaper prices, and listing some new things that aren't so expensive. I also have some large items I'm going to list on my neighborhood's "For Sale" Facebook page. I've sold more than I expected to, and I'm thankful for that! I still have three almost done paintings, and Joe and Aidan said they'd donate one of their paintings to the cause. So keep an eye out...

Anyway, have a great day!