<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:17:14.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say Oh</title><subtitle type='html'>All of your actions have consequences.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-2874201058997363084</id><published>2007-12-01T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:02:49.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my day off.  I love it.  I don't want to sleep through it.  I wish I got more of them.  That's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2874201058997363084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2874201058997363084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2874201058997363084' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-2615614005144704864</id><published>2007-11-21T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:05:34.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten Things: 5 Negatives and 5 Positives1.) I hate the ER.  I'm not going to go into detail today.  It will only piss me off more.2.) I have to work on Thanksgiving, and my brithday, and probably Christmas.3.) I am REALLY lonely on Night Float, unless one of my buddies is on with me.4.) My sister is coming home and I won't get to see her very much.5.) Some of my attendings are bipolar.1.) I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2615614005144704864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2615614005144704864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2615614005144704864' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-76858961890226114</id><published>2007-11-15T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:29:13.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNCLE!My sleep schedule is totally screwed.  I was doing fine with working until about 7:00 am, getting in bed by 8:00, sleeping until 1:00 or 2:00, reading for work and then going to work.  Then, they started making me stay up for meetings and other assorted bs, and now I'm awake unitl noon, sleeping until 4:00 and just barely peeling myself out of bed to go to work.  THe night float person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/76858961890226114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/76858961890226114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#76858961890226114' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-3590232917540974127</id><published>2007-11-05T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:52:33.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been the longest time since I last blogged.  I have been so busy, and so choked up over things that I haven't given my inner monologue much of a voice these days.  Now that I'm on night float for two months, and I'm awake while the rest of the world sleeps, I'm talking to this blog instead of talking on my phone.  This night float thing really can drag you down.  It's hard to live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/3590232917540974127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/3590232917540974127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3590232917540974127' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-279906807136950586</id><published>2007-09-29T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:52:02.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I'm doing to entertain myself while I do laundry.  Look! It's a mini-me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/279906807136950586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/279906807136950586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#279906807136950586' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-8842341887349691963</id><published>2007-06-02T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:22:03.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love doing medical records on my day off.  Love it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/8842341887349691963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/8842341887349691963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8842341887349691963' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-2852838911198496095</id><published>2007-05-31T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:32:27.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God, put your arm around my shoulders, and your hand over my mouth.I have been having a couple of weeks of "why did I say that?!" moments.  I open my mouth, words come out, and I end up squirming about what I said every time I think about it.  Seriously, I'm squirming about 5 different things, just off of the top of my head right now.  When did I go from being a self-possessed surgeon girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2852838911198496095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2852838911198496095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2852838911198496095' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-7871545018507687259</id><published>2007-04-30T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:50:48.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like you didn't know...Is the Force with you? Your Result: True Master Status Woe be unto the stormtrooper who pisses thy off. You can take on a padawan if you so choose. You are free to choose your own missions, and disagree with the council. Go hand some baddies their @sses, oh, and may the force be with you ;)Young Master Council Member Padawan Academy Trainee Undercover sith lord Bounty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/7871545018507687259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/7871545018507687259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7871545018507687259' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-7100792882318869081</id><published>2007-04-23T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:41:42.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so over this night float thing.  I'm working 6:00 pm to 7:00 am 6 days per week and it totally sucks.  My circadian rhythms are all off.  I only feel like eating at midnight, or I want to eat all night long to stay awake.  I'm watching my friends go out after work without me.  I'm sqeezing in my usual telephone correspondance between the hours of 4 and 5, and that's rough because there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/7100792882318869081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/7100792882318869081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7100792882318869081' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-9080680074428737225</id><published>2007-04-23T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:03:05.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had so much fun last night.Joe Nichols, Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall OffShe said I'm going out with my girlfriendsMarguerite is at the holiday innOh have mercy my only thoughtWas tequila makes her clothes fall offI told her put an extra layer onI know what happens when she drinks patronHer closets missing half the things she boughtYea tequila makes her clothes fall offShe'll start by kicking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/9080680074428737225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/9080680074428737225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9080680074428737225' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-8459046273644336760</id><published>2007-04-21T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:16:46.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my...I'm walking around with a stupid grin on my face all the time, even at work.  In fact, it's especially at work.  I feel lucky and happy and admired and completely great every single day.  Sweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/8459046273644336760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/8459046273644336760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8459046273644336760' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-923628751003647940</id><published>2007-04-15T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:25:17.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baggage.When you reach a certain age, and if you have been single for a while, you have to be prepared to deal with a certain amount of baggage. There's always some of your own from relationships you have had. There's the original baggage you got from witnessing the way your parents treat each other. I don't care what anyone says. There is no perfect example of a relationship to be found in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/923628751003647940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/923628751003647940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#923628751003647940' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-4213897737657875327</id><published>2007-04-03T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:43:45.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Science/Math Nerd (Absolute Insane Laughter as you pour toxic chemicals into a foaming tub of death!)Well, maybe you aren't this extreme, but you're in league with the crazy scientists/mathmeticians of today. Very few people have the talent of math and science is something takes a lot of brains as well. Thank whosever God you worship, or don't worship, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/4213897737657875327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/4213897737657875327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4213897737657875327' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-5573732636922445522</id><published>2007-03-11T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:06:21.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This actually applies to my own situation...In the summer of 1973, four hostages were taken in a botched bank robbery at Kreditbanken in Stockholm, Sweden. At the end of their captivity, six days later, they actively resisted rescue. They refused to testify against their captors, raised money for their legal defense, and according to some reports one of the hostages eventually became engaged to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/5573732636922445522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/5573732636922445522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5573732636922445522' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-2823982803434094032</id><published>2007-03-10T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:28:20.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection." --Buddha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2823982803434094032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/2823982803434094032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2823982803434094032' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-1712494304456666664</id><published>2007-03-05T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:30:51.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the deal with this "new blogger" thing I was just bamboozled into singing up for? I just wanna post on my freaking blog that I have been neglecting for so long I doubt even my sister is reading it to know what I have been up to.So, what am I up to?My old dirty tricks.I have a mean case of sleep inertia. In case you were wondering, sleep inertia refers to those moments after you are rudely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/1712494304456666664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/1712494304456666664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1712494304456666664' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116742205783725046</id><published>2006-12-29T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:54:17.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Check us out.  We're all grown up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116742205783725046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116742205783725046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116742205783725046' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116546921362755525</id><published>2006-12-07T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:26:53.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired I can't sleep.  How annoying is that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116546921362755525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116546921362755525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116546921362755525' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116516456521531788</id><published>2006-12-03T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:49:25.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart surgery patients give me the willies.They're sick.  They're scary.  They drop their blood pressure.  The have arrhythmias.  I'm not even on cardiothoaracic surgery.  These are just my call nights.  Yikes.Do you know what it's like to have a patient go all creepy on you and tell you that he thinks he might die today, and that he hopes he does?  I managed to talk him out of it for today.  He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116516456521531788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116516456521531788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116516456521531788' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116439219092204884</id><published>2006-11-24T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:16:30.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was listening to people talking outside my window.  I guess they were having a bonfire in their backyard, trying to burn some of the leaves that had fallen from my tree onto their grass.  I didn't mean to overhear what they were saying, but they were talking kind of loud.  It was all about a relationship, and how the cheater was reformed, the liar was telling the truth, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116439219092204884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116439219092204884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116439219092204884' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116304333878799914</id><published>2006-11-08T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:37:12.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hold the scalpel like a sword," he tells me. "Hold it like a pencil," she said. Get through the skin in one cut, and don't bevel the blade. Hand the scalpel back handle first, with the blade turned down. Put it on the mayo. Don't touch anything on the mayo. Be careful to hold the tissue gently. Don't fold the skin back to find the dermis. The foreceps are an extension of your fingers. Don't put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116304333878799914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116304333878799914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116304333878799914' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116210151116280283</id><published>2006-10-29T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:58:31.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Sleep Schedule is all Messed UP!Thanks to the ER, working crazy shifts and feeling wired every night when I get home. I haven't fallen asleep before 4 AM this whole month. How am I going to go back to working 6 am to 6 pm? Huh? I had a lady come into the ER today complaining of insomnia for the last 5 weeks. Well, sign me up, sister. I'm right there with ya.I'm in the November dolldums already</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116210151116280283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116210151116280283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116210151116280283' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116124159311160179</id><published>2006-10-19T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:56:30.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tattoos Don't Hurt and Other Random ThoughtsIt's almost 3 AM and I'm sitting here in the ER waiting for something to happen, or waiting for nothing to happen so I can go home at 9:00. A twelve hour shift down here is so LONG. Things haven't been all that busy, so I guess for that I can be thankful. We have not had a single trauma since I came in, which is bo-ring for me. It has been a lot of "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116124159311160179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116124159311160179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116124159311160179' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116087344505028303</id><published>2006-10-14T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:50:45.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He smiled understandingly-- much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with the quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you might come across four or five times in your life. It faced-- or seemed to face-- the whole external world for an instant, and then concenterated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116087344505028303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116087344505028303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116087344505028303' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116062657697111600</id><published>2006-10-12T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:17:44.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes reading for work is like going to the dentist. You dread it for a few days, and when it's finally over, you feel great. I procrastinated myself into reading at 11:00 pm tonight. I did all sorts of good stuff. I cleaned my house, paid some bills, dropped off my ideas to Woody at Infinite Art for my tattoo, took a looooong nap, talked on the phone, and kept up on my myspace correspondance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116062657697111600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116062657697111600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116062657697111600' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116051989146288199</id><published>2006-10-10T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:38:11.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shortest Fairy Tale.................Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" The girl said, "NO!" And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had sex with whomever she pleased... did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, traveled more, had many boyfriends, saved more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116051989146288199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116051989146288199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116051989146288199' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-116028193531673763</id><published>2006-10-08T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:32:15.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a picture of Sarah and me at Doc's.  I'm drunk and she's laughing at me.  Just like old times.I think I'm going to have a Halloween party. I'm going to make a bunch of geeks who wear scurbs all day dress up in costumes, come over my house, and eat candy. Well... maybe costumes won't be required. They will only be encouraged. I love Halloween. It used to be an excuse to get dressed up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116028193531673763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/116028193531673763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116028193531673763' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115984943345598353</id><published>2006-10-03T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:23:53.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm okay.  Are you okay?It has been a crazy week, and I don't think I'll be completely recovered from it for a while.  The hospital was...ugh.  My senior was on vacation, so I was responsible for the service myself.  This is not as bad as it seems.  I had lots of help from my senior residents.  Still, I drove myself crazy with it.  You don't know what it is to come in and feel like you might die </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115984943345598353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115984943345598353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115984943345598353' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115915321961468821</id><published>2006-09-24T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:00:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> We are very serious and important.  Interns unite!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115915321961468821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115915321961468821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115915321961468821' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115759317038804957</id><published>2006-09-22T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:36:50.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been in the weirdest frame of mind for about the last six months. I seem to remember being able to have feelings for people. I had crushes and stuff. None of them ever turned into anything. Then, I came into a drought of being able to work up the enthusiasm for anyone. It was so odd. I was wondering if this is just how it is to date people as an adult. You try to get to know someone before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115759317038804957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115759317038804957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115759317038804957' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115785150005842097</id><published>2006-09-09T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:25:00.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am on VACATION!I'm love my senior resident for letting me have Sunday off too. I could kiss him for it. YES! So far, on my vacation, I have slept and slept and slept, trying to catch up. I think I logged a hundred and ten or something hours last week. My call nights have not been exactly peaceful. I don't think I have gotten more than two hours of sleep on call in a while. The good news is that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115785150005842097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115785150005842097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115785150005842097' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115651785163784466</id><published>2006-08-25T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:57:31.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Intern quote of the week:"I'm like Lassie.  You can tell me what the problem is and I'll run and get help."Dr. Sarah G</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115651785163784466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115651785163784466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115651785163784466' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115555838987474422</id><published>2006-08-14T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:26:29.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just in case you were in the market for some of the Unabomber's things, there's going to be an online auction of his personal belongings. Check it out. Come on, don't you want the guy's clothes and books and stuff? They're drawing the line at anything he might have written that would actually tell you how to make a bomb. This is especially good because only serious freaks would want that guy's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115555838987474422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115555838987474422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115555838987474422' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115491492643769117</id><published>2006-08-06T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:42:06.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Two hot chicks who don't have time to go out anymore.  Residency sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115491492643769117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115491492643769117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115491492643769117' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115461769080369585</id><published>2006-08-03T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:08:10.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I wasn't paying attention...Everybody got married. Well, maybe that's not true. Everybody who is wonderful, and attractive, and sweet, and smart.... all of them got married. They also managed to marry wonderful, attractive, sweet, and smart women, so I can't even get fired up about how their wives don't deserve them. What on Earth was I doing when all of this was happening? I seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115461769080369585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115461769080369585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115461769080369585' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115431135897306671</id><published>2006-07-30T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:02:38.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I start Urology this week. Here are some of the guys I'll be working with. Don't they look like fun?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115431135897306671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115431135897306671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115431135897306671' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115318744684483001</id><published>2006-07-17T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:50:46.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have an announcement.I did my first successful femoral artery blood draw in the trauma bay last night.  My senior resident was trying to get blood from the other side, and couldn't.  The nurse passed another kit to me.  I wiped the area with betadine, felt the pulse and poked.  The blood flew up into the vial like magic.  I realize that this is not rocket science, and that many people did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115318744684483001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115318744684483001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115318744684483001' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115259501854081910</id><published>2006-07-11T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:16:58.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I overslept and was late for work today.  I got in trouble (rightly so).  I hated myself over it all day long.  Now, I'm afraid to go to sleep, just in case I don't wake up for work.  I have set the alarms on my pager, my clock, and my cell phone.  What I really need is a brass band and a clock that dumps water on my head.  When did I become such a heavy sleeper? Now I'm the intern who isn't as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115259501854081910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115259501854081910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115259501854081910' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115154995379682175</id><published>2006-06-28T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:59:13.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the detailsMy house is a total mess.  I have been painting in an effort to make this place into a girl house, a princess palace, if you will.  My office is now coral.  It looked like it was going to be orange, which really freaked me out.  I hate orange.  I never wear it, and I certainly don't want to study in the middle of something orange.  My living room and dining room are "toasted wheat,"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115154995379682175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115154995379682175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115154995379682175' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-115032277300884357</id><published>2006-06-14T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:06:13.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on vacation, so that means it's time for me to get sick.  It always goes this way.  I bust my ass, try to keep my head above water.  As soon as I get a few minutes to breathe, I have some sort of virus that I just have to ride out.  It is always a virus, too.  It would be too easy if I could treat it with antibiotics.  This time, all of the running around was more about partying than work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115032277300884357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/115032277300884357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115032277300884357' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114964322685940920</id><published>2006-06-06T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:20:26.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More graduation pictures, plus some after party shots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114964322685940920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114964322685940920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114964322685940920' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114936769218352683</id><published>2006-06-03T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:48:12.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can call us DOCTOR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114936769218352683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114936769218352683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114936769218352683' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114865904219461235</id><published>2006-05-26T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:57:22.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working on my medical license, which is 22 pages long.Working on a consolidation loan, so I don't pay so dearly for interest.Working on a financial hardship application, so I don't have to pay dearly right now.Working on my health forms, tax forms, etc.Trying to convince the state of Ohio that I don't owe them $1220.Waiting for Fred to move his stuff out so I can move mine in.Waiting for my score</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114865904219461235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114865904219461235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865904219461235' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114747199360161523</id><published>2006-05-12T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:13:13.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Have A Type A PersonalityYou are hyper, energetic, and always on the moodYou tend to succeed at everything you attemptAnd if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top!You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for funAs long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interestedYou have the perfect personality for business and atheltic successDo You Have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114747199360161523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114747199360161523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114747199360161523' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114732447683917404</id><published>2006-05-11T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:15:33.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After some complaints about the picture from my previous post, I decided to put something eye-pleasing up. Don't you wonder what he's thinking about?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114732447683917404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114732447683917404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114732447683917404' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114720390539926405</id><published>2006-05-09T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:53:26.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Few Things 1.) There's a good article about Rivers Cuomo at Harvard in this month's Spin. He has that whole tortured artist/genius thing going on. I guess he doesn't fit in all that well with the prep school kids. Maybe it's because he's 35, and had other stuff going on at ages 18-21. Dunno.2.) The priest who allegedly killed a nun by stabbing her 22 times in the shape of an inverted cross on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114720390539926405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114720390539926405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114720390539926405' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114663845845415698</id><published>2006-05-03T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:40:58.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            Your celebrity soul mate is someone who's Indie           Who's Your Celebrity Soul Mate?           Brought to you by Tickle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114663845845415698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114663845845415698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114663845845415698' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114663600448884201</id><published>2006-05-03T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:00:04.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irresponsible and bleary-eyed.I was lying in my bed today, at about 2:30 in the afternoon.  I was thinking about how nice it was to be in my bed, and how nice it was that it was my day off.  Then, Borders called to ask me if I was planning to work my 2-11 shift that I was scheduled for.Fuck.I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some clothes that were on the floor of my bedroom, brushed my teeth, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114663600448884201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114663600448884201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114663600448884201' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114637440763513582</id><published>2006-04-30T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:20:07.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For future reference: Do not try to cut the plastic off of a wedge of cheese while you are drunk. Even if you're a budding surgeon, it can have disastrous consequences.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114637440763513582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114637440763513582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114637440763513582' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114585219233779977</id><published>2006-04-23T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:20:20.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl fight?For the first time, I found myself on the other side of the fence. I went out with Allison, Stacy, Adam, Jen, and Omar last night. We went to the Bunker just for a couple of drinks. It was okay until I tried to go pay my tab. I walked up to the bar between these two guys, purely by accident. That's just where there was space. Anyway, this drunk guy started talking to me. He asked if he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114585219233779977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114585219233779977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114585219233779977' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114473392180849944</id><published>2006-04-11T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:38:41.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I mess with my template, I learn more about HTML.  I don't know why I don't just buy a book about it, and make my own from scratch.  We have tons of them at Borders.  Oh yeah.  I don't have any money.  Bummer.I'm over at  my parents' house again, doing laundry.This is a peculiar time in my life.  I have almost nothing to do.  I'm still taking path case studies, and that entails a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114473392180849944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114473392180849944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114473392180849944' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114358591868416123</id><published>2006-03-28T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:45:18.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hanging out here in Michigan with my family. Staying here is nice when you have nothing to do, meaning no homework or other responsibilities. The house has a rhythm that follows the brewing of coffee and the planning of dinner. You can get sucked in easily, especially since my mother is such a good cook. So, during this visit, I decided to learn to knit. I don't mean knitting goofy, old lady </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114358591868416123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114358591868416123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114358591868416123' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114334745906459673</id><published>2006-03-25T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:30:59.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I may take a holiday in Spain, leave my wings behind me.  Drink my troubles down the drain.  Fly away to something new.I'm not depressed or anything.  I'm just listening to the Counting Crows, and a holiday in Spain sounds nice.  I'm sitting here in the house I'm going to be renting in July.  It's actually the house of a friend who is moving to a new city for residency, and I'm going to take over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114334745906459673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114334745906459673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114334745906459673' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114227192194737745</id><published>2006-03-13T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:45:21.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK YEAH!I MATCHED!  I'm going to be a surgeon somewhere.  Somebody wants me!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114227192194737745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114227192194737745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114227192194737745' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114210153092403309</id><published>2006-03-11T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:25:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some pictures of my friends and I at a bar downtown. I'm going to miss them so much! They're the coolest group of nerds I know.                                                                       I heart Laura.                                                            Bobby, Sarah, Swapna                                                                         Mike and Mere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114210153092403309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114210153092403309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114210153092403309' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114201737917087278</id><published>2006-03-10T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:02:59.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay...sick as a dog now. Gonna vomit.It is less than a week until match day. Less than a week. All of the 4th year students are walking around campus talking about it, and every time I hear somebody say something, anything, about it I get a little sick. We're all on pins and needles. In fact, the other day my friend, Albert, and I were both wearing grey pants and blue shirts, and I said to him, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114201737917087278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114201737917087278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114201737917087278' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114079387064062176</id><published>2006-02-24T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:11:10.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 25th Birthday to my little sister, Missy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114079387064062176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114079387064062176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114079387064062176' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-114062714924598896</id><published>2006-02-22T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:32:11.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops! I crapped my pants.Today is the last day I can fiddle around with my rank list. So, I think I have looked at it online three times this morning, and finally printed it so that I could stare at it intermittantly during grand rounds and M&amp;M today. I think I'll look again, hang on...I still think it's okay, but unfortunately, I am one of those people who is waffeling on my #1 and #2 choices. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114062714924598896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/114062714924598896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114062714924598896' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-113821225506865614</id><published>2006-01-25T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:04:15.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heart my new computer!After working with my dad over Christmas, I managed to earn enough money to buy myself a laptop.  It is the most wonderful laptop in the world.  I am blogging at Panera right now.  I was always jealous of the lucky bastards who could use their computers at Panera.  This ROCKS!I'm sitting around here waiting for Allison to return from getting her hair cut.  We have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113821225506865614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113821225506865614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113821225506865614' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-113651636681735298</id><published>2006-01-05T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:59:26.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay.  I haven't posted in a while because my computer is B-R-O-K-E-N.  It is a desk ornament.   It is the largest paperweight ever.  I also don't seem to have to attend school very much anymore given my month of flex time, followed by Christmas vacation.  I actually went this morning for path case studies and it was seriously like finding a relic from another life.  I walked by my mailbox and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113651636681735298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113651636681735298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113651636681735298' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-113380851348066572</id><published>2005-12-05T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:24:11.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will never drive through the mountains during the winter ever again.I just got back from my Penn State interview, and it went fine. In fact, it was a breeze after driving through the mountains in the dark while it was snowing. Those of you who have driven with me know that I have some grandma-esque tendencies when I drive. I rarely go more than 5 miles per hour over the speed limit, and I tend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113380851348066572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113380851348066572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113380851348066572' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-113225317822064237</id><published>2005-11-17T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:46:18.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have obviously changed my blog template. The scalpel may make some of you kind of sick, but it makes me want to yell "yes! yes! yes!," in the manner of Meg Ryan from When Harry Met Sally. I went through some tough times recently, and there are more tough times to come. I went to another school for an away rotation only to see that my hero's love of surgery is mired down in the muck of politics </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113225317822064237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/113225317822064237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113225317822064237' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112957335089037699</id><published>2005-10-17T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:22:30.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hiding in the bubble, the sixth floor room with glass on three sides where we keep our patient lists.  I'm waiting to hear what interventional radiology has to say about my patient's g-tube.  Somehow, it got pulled out, and we want them to slide it back in.  If they can't, we have to open him up again. Things are going well here at IU.  One thing I have noticed for sure is that the residents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112957335089037699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112957335089037699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112957335089037699' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112903976353630212</id><published>2005-10-11T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:09:23.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm messed up my blog last time because I was tinkering around with scrollbar code, which I have learned, is not a thing to be tinkered with.  (Yes, I know I ended a sentence with a preposition.)  I put this one up in honor of my favorite holiday, Halloween.  I did tinker around with the code for the colors of the headings so they would be orange instead of white.  This is the last time you will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112903976353630212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112903976353630212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112903976353630212' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112672191527013591</id><published>2005-09-14T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:18:35.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fasten your seatbelt....I just applied to residency.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112672191527013591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112672191527013591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112672191527013591' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112631639945435451</id><published>2005-09-09T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:47:56.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working so hard every night and day and now we get the pay back. Trying so hard, saving up the paper, now we get to lay back.I have gotten so sick of complaining about my financial aid situation that I went and got myself a job. (Oh no! Not a JOB!) I'm working at Borders again, but this time in Toledo. This was, perhaps, not the best time to get a job. I'm still studying for Boards. I'm taking an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112631639945435451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112631639945435451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112631639945435451' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112533178579496735</id><published>2005-08-29T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:23:57.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endorphins are awesome.I have been avoiding the gym for such a long time. I’m not even going to say how long, it’s that embarrassing. Today I finally decided that the "my MP3 player’s batteries are dead" excuse and the "I’m just too busy, with my work schedule of two hours a day" excuse don’t hold any water and it’s time to get off my size 10 ass. So, I forced myself to go. I walked into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112533178579496735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112533178579496735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112533178579496735' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112379087993554775</id><published>2005-08-11T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:51:13.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Summer. You're just a ball of energy thatis constantly going on and on!! You're kindalike the energizer bunny.  But you'reprobably really athletic and even if you'renot, you'd be good in sports because of allyour energy. You're enthusiastic abouteverything you do and find it hard not to behappy. You're usually pretty optimistic but canbe realistic when needed. You always hope forthe best</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112379087993554775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112379087993554775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112379087993554775' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112378751406980935</id><published>2005-08-11T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:11:54.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss having a job.  Really.  I don't necessarily miss the jobs I have had, but I miss knowing that at the end of two weeks, I will get a paycheck.  I even knew how much the paycheck was going to be, so that I could BUDGET ACCORDINGLY.  I was never late on bills.  I never bounced checks.  I was responsible.  In medical school, the office of financial aid has taken away any element of control.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112378751406980935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112378751406980935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112378751406980935' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112319164188151608</id><published>2005-08-04T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:42:38.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A medical student, an Internist, a Psychiatrist, a Surgeon and a Pathologist go duck hunting. They barely find their duck blind before the first duckflies over.The medical student is the first to raise her shotgun, but unable to tell if the duck is really a duck, she does not shoot.The internist aims his shotgun, but can not tell if the duck is male or female and he does not shoot.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112319164188151608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112319164188151608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112319164188151608' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112230654735843279</id><published>2005-07-25T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:49:07.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is hotter than blazes outside, hotter than a whore in church.  It's so humid that my glasses fogged up when I got out of my car at work this morning at 5:50 am.  They didn't clear up until I got into the AC in the hospital.  If I were still 9 years old, my sister, Courtney, and Tiffany and I would have spent the whole day in the pool.  Today, I'm pretty sure we're all working, except for maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112230654735843279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112230654735843279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230654735843279' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112138697279780390</id><published>2005-07-14T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:22:52.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, kids, I have been an acting intern for 2 weeks.  It wasn't what I thought it would be, and I've been complaining about it so much I don't even want to blog about it.I learned from one of my fellow medical students today that my boyfriend, Brad Pitt, was in the hospital for viral meningitis.  Poor boyfriend.  That means that somebody did a spinal tap on him.  That sucks. It looks like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112138697279780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112138697279780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112138697279780390' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-112032798593270758</id><published>2005-07-02T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:13:05.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate financial aid. My car is on E. My mom is expecting me to come to Michigan today. I will not be able to make it on the gas I have. She is going to be pissed off. The thing is that I have direct deposit, and that is supposed to be faster than having MCO send me a check. Well, Sarah got her check three days ago. I called student accounts to see what was going on and they told me the money </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112032798593270758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/112032798593270758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032798593270758' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111989184555679537</id><published>2005-06-27T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:33:27.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the computer lab outside of room 110 at school, waiting for Bobby to get his skinny ass over here to get my patient log. We have to keep an online log of all of the patients we have seen on service. It's a huge pain in the ass because during clinic days we usually see 5 patients each. I know that doesn't sound like a lot. However, I was in clinic three days per week during the first three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111989184555679537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111989184555679537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989184555679537' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111983317041754488</id><published>2005-06-26T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:46:10.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do not know how to be on vacation.  seriously.  it's sad.I have been sitting around, contemplating my navel all day.  I watched TV, did some laundry, etc.Does anybody else think Bret Michaels is kinda hot?  Anybody? ......No?  Oh well.I watched Poison's Behind the Music today, and other assorted varieties of brain rot.I guess my big accomplishment for the day was changing my blog template.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111983317041754488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111983317041754488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111983317041754488' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111940218027767148</id><published>2005-06-21T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:03:00.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a test on Friday, and, as usual, I'm taking a moment to sit on my duff and blog.Do you ever have "I suck" weeks? I'm having one right now. Every relationship I have seems rife with pitfalls and misunderstandings. My friends are acting funny. Everything I try to do at work makes me feel more and more incompetent. I have been doing histories and physicals for the last year, and I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111940218027767148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111940218027767148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111940218027767148' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111780879904089709</id><published>2005-06-03T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:41:41.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must have this game...There's a new video game out for the Nintendo DS. Now, those of you who know me well know that I am pretty much done with my gaming days. There just isn't enough time in my life for that kind of recreation. However, this game is a surgery game, called Trauma Center: Under the Knife. I looked through all of the screen shots today, and I was about to panic because there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111780879904089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111780879904089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780879904089709' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111646603583514139</id><published>2005-05-18T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:27:15.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please Love Me!I'm still laboring over my personal statement. I don't want it to be boring. I don't want to list the trite things: altruism, dedication, easing human suffering, blah blah blah. Everybody who goes into medicine comes in with those bright ideals. (Well... I'm sure there are a few uninformed applicants that think they're going to make a lot of money.) I don't have any good stories </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111646603583514139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111646603583514139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111646603583514139' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111628993430973431</id><published>2005-05-16T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:32:20.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Bettie Page!What Classic Pin-Up Are You?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111628993430973431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111628993430973431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111628993430973431' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111609990709303428</id><published>2005-05-14T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T15:45:07.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HonorsI got honors on my surgery shelf exam!  I worked my ass off and it actually amounted to something!  This is the best day, ever!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111609990709303428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111609990709303428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111609990709303428' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111590205009331787</id><published>2005-05-12T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:47:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You like the sweet, shy type.What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111590205009331787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111590205009331787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111590205009331787' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111583160666623441</id><published>2005-05-11T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:13:26.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The instrument has yet to be invented that could measure my indifference to psychiatry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111583160666623441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111583160666623441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111583160666623441' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111538812708589660</id><published>2005-05-06T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:02:07.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revised Schedule:July:  Acting Internship in General SurgeryAugust:  Clinical and Laboratory Hematology/ Trauma Surgery at GeorgetownSeptember:  Clinical AnatomyOctober:  Plastic SurgeryNovember:  Diagnostic ImagingDecember:  Infectious Diseasewoo-hoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111538812708589660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111538812708589660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538812708589660' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111508128818115800</id><published>2005-05-02T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:48:08.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE writing personal statements!I'm sitting around, trying to describe myself for my residency personal statement. I want to sound confident, yet modest. I want to sound passionate, yet not self-destructive. I want to sound bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, yet not naive.Any suggestions? Five words that say "Sara," would be super.Try to be nice. I'm very sensitive. (heh)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111508128818115800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111508128818115800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508128818115800' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111464464518906068</id><published>2005-04-27T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:30:45.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Makes Me Motion SickHere I am at school blogging away, waiting for my friends to meet me to study.  My surgery test is Friday.  (Cue scary music)I'm disgruntled today.I'm doing outpatient psychiatry.  This means I sit in a little room with my classmates, Chris and Ian, and our attending.  I sit and try to stay awake as the patients tell the resident about the voices and what they are telling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111464464518906068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111464464518906068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111464464518906068' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111400318497203979</id><published>2005-04-20T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:19:44.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiding OutInstead of going to group therapy, where I have to either make up my feelings or share my actual feelings, I'm hiding out in the office.  We don't have to go to group everyday, so it's okay that I'm not there.  I don't like making feelings up because I don't want to deceive the kids.  Yes, there have been times that I have been angry.  Yes, there have been times where I didn't handle it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111400318497203979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111400318497203979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400318497203979' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111348360341520913</id><published>2005-04-14T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:00:03.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psychiatry is for Crazy PeopleI have been on psychiatry for about a week and a half now.  I'm doing child inpatient.  Maybe I'm just not getting it, but psychiatry does not strike any sort of cord with me at all.   First and foremost it is a discipline of categorization.  "Well, we can't call little Billy a conduct disorder unless he has actually hurt someone.  Until then, he's oppositional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111348360341520913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111348360341520913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348360341520913' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111240036243013666</id><published>2005-04-01T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:06:02.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, the other day I was thinking, "Isn't it amazing that I have been working in the hospital for 9 months and I haven't gotten sick?"  Then, I got sick.  I'm just now starting to feel somewhat normal.  I had the flu.  This is the real flu, as in influenza.  I had a fever of 102, a cough, a headache, a runny nose, and I felt dizzy every time I stood up.  I had this for 9 days.  This means, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111240036243013666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111240036243013666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111240036243013666' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111073877361988007</id><published>2005-03-13T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:33:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where should I go to do my residency? Is there any input from all five of my readers out there? Winter seems to be dragging on forever, so the thought of going somewhere boiling hot sounds really good right now. Maybe Arizona would be a good choice. Of course, there are scorpions in Arizona. I wonder how many cases of pancreatitis they see there from scorpion bites. I think that might be only in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111073877361988007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111073877361988007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073877361988007' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-111040400375432202</id><published>2005-03-09T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:33:23.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha ha ha!Dear Abby,My husband is not happy with my mood swings. The other day, he bought me a mood ring so he would be able to monitor my moods. When I'm in a good mood it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood it leaves a big fucking red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time the asshole will buy me a diamond.Sincerely,Bitchy in Boston</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111040400375432202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/111040400375432202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111040400375432202' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110884303039813663</id><published>2005-02-19T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:57:10.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you guys think of this?  Thanks, Missy, for the idea. SECTION I:  How Sara Relates to Other People Sun Trine Saturn with an orb between 1/2 and 1 degreeYou are serious, responsible, well-organized and protective. You take care of the people to whom you are close and see to it that their practical needs are attended to. For you a relationship is successful when it falls into a comfortable,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110884303039813663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110884303039813663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110884303039813663' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110789962849760396</id><published>2005-02-08T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T10:34:49.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have witchcraft in my belly.I have been on surgery for about a month now, and guess what?! I love it. I think I might actually become a surgeon. I won't go into all of the details. Let me just say that the fact that it is largely a concise field is appealing to me. I can also manage to stay really intersted in the lectures, which is definitely more than I can say for the internal medicine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110789962849760396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110789962849760396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110789962849760396' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110669838456304774</id><published>2005-01-25T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:13:04.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh.  I'm a bad girl.  I haven't posted in a long time.  I don't even really feel like posting now.  I just got done at the gym, and I want to go home and eat.  Scrubs is on tonight.  I think it's a new one.  I think there's some guest star on this episode or something.I'm sorry.  I'm on surgery AHEC, and there isn't a computer for me to use ANYWHERE!!  I have to come to MCO or I get bitched at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110669838456304774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110669838456304774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110669838456304774' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110494201005091403</id><published>2005-01-05T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:21:05.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you every have a friend that you worried would tell your secrets to other people? Do you ever wish you had just kept your mouth shut?I think the inability to keep a secret is a very unsavory character trait. People who have this problem should seek help.I should keep things to myself, I guess. I think that sharing secrets is what friends are for, but some people make me nervous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110494201005091403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110494201005091403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110494201005091403' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110365027353927281</id><published>2004-12-21T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T12:31:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!Today's birthday (December 21). When you narrow your focus to one big goal, instead of being restricted, you feel your life broadening! Use what you're learning to up your income! Passionate encounters in the new year lead quickly to a commitment. Just be sure you're really ready! Friends have excellent tips in financial and romantic realms. Virgo and Pisces are love signs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110365027353927281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110365027353927281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365027353927281' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110357393191600346</id><published>2004-12-20T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:23:38.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's ONWell, here it is. Somebody has finally pissed me off enough that I'm going to post a serious post on my blog. The whole point of Just Say Oh is for it to be fluffy. I didn't want to write about the tragedies in my life, or even anything that makes me sad. It's bad enough I have it all rattling around in my own skull. I don't need to give it to you to think about. So here it is because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110357393191600346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110357393191600346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110357393191600346' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110348669836358854</id><published>2004-12-19T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:08:02.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? white2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Snow Falling on Cedars by David Gutterson3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Lightning4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Scrabble5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Cosmo or People. I like to read the smut while I work out.6. FAVORITE SMELL? Coffee7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? vomit8. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110348669836358854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110348669836358854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110348669836358854' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110340997384522683</id><published>2004-12-18T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:46:13.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wild thing,  I think I love you.Well.  I changed the template again.  This time I learned about uploading pictures, and moving a may*star tag from one blog to another because I couldn't seem to upload the images for her links that were on the new template.   I'm sitting here giving myself eye strain over it, but I love to screw around with my blog.  I feel like some of the templates that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110340997384522683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110340997384522683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110340997384522683' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110271502705118416</id><published>2004-12-10T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:43:47.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Court sent this to me over e-mail. Unique Case of Aerial Sleigh-Borne Present-Deliverer's SyndromeSource: North Pole Journal of Medicine, vol 1 no.1, December 1997Author: Dr. Iman Elf, M.D.On January 2, 1997, Mr. C, an obese, white caucasian male, who appeared approximately 65 years old, but who could not accurately state his age, presented to my family practice office with complaints of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110271502705118416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110271502705118416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110271502705118416' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727226.post-110184140336247253</id><published>2004-11-30T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:03:23.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do any of you remember why I want to be a doctor? I seem to have forgotten....I'm at the library, trying to make myself do my case report assignments. I can't believe I have to do this shit 3 weeks from my exam. I miss having the internet at home because I could be sitting in my P.J.s doing this right now.I think I have hit the November slump. It has happened every year since high school. I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110184140336247253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727226/posts/default/110184140336247253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tigerlily46.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110184140336247253' title=''/><author><name>TigerLily46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705864664469996669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/TigerLily46/3.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
