schadenfreude

I love that that place shares a building with Planned Parenthood. It kills me every time I see it.

Jewelry I am lusting after:



I love the juxtaposition of girlie-girl and hardass. Hence my obsession with hand grenades, I guess. I love my grenade tattoos and sometimes wish they were more visible (but most of the time I realize it's for the best). I'll have to get a picture sometime.

Yesterday was a Xanax day. It's complicated and there were actually multiple inciting events. The main one was some doctor in the ICU telling me that I wasn't a "real doctor". Not sure if he was referring to the D.O. or the pathology thing, but I was en feugo regardless and snapped back some bitchy comment while the nurses looked on, waiting for the explosion.

Today was just as busy, but not hideous. I made delicious falafel from scratch last night and had some in a wonderful vegan salad for lunch today, but ruined it all with a piece of weird cafeteria white chocolate raspberry cheesecake. And I really don't like white chocolate. Who the hell knows.

My asshole coworker was all snotty and rude to me a few days ago when she thought she got a diagnosis correct on this weird skin lesion, but I have since found out that I was the one who was, in fact, correct. So she can suck it.

On call this upcoming weekend............. joy.