Shrift, that is WONDERFUL news. That is like Very Special ER Christmas news. Congratulations.

Yay for shriftgrandmother!

Weekend plans: Flying to Phoenix tonight after work, then either a 2.5 hour drive to Tucson and then crashing or getting a hotel room at the airport and then getting up at the assscrack of dawn to drive to Tuscon. After that, Christmas shopping with my mother and trying not to go beserker and kill my parents.

Of course, if I fail at the latter, the former is kind of moot.

eta: What I am listening to: the air circulation/heating system.

Oh, shrift, that's grand news!

I am currently listening to inpatient daily note dictations. Wound infections, arrests on the OR table, gobs of fun fun stuff.

On the upside, I finally, after over a decade doing this, hit on a way of describing murmurs that doesn't flip parents out -- the parents of kids with innocent murmurs will call periodically, all worried that their kids shouldn't be playing football or having dental work without antibiotics or whatnot, and it's usually a long exhausting process to talk them down from their fears and explain that no, really, that funny sound is just a funny sound and it doesn't mean anything, even though hearts don't usually sound like that. Usually it's a forever-and-a-half phone call, in which my boss has to get involved and which always makes him extra-cranky about having his time taken up reassuring the parent of a totally healthy child that the child is totally healthy.

This morning, one such mom called, and after 10 minutes of fretting and reassuring I said, "It's like being double-jointed or left-handed," and she went ahhhhhh and thanked me all happy-voiced and hung up. SO HAPPY. This may be the best thing I've accomplished all week. Can I go home now, please?

This may be the best thing I've accomplished all week. Can I go home now, please?

Go, you, JZ!

And i say you can go home.

I just inhaled a crumb from a dry scone, and now I feel awful and can't stop coughing -- can't I go home yet? Oh, wait, mandatory training. Argh.

I could murder a tea latte right now.

Shrift, excellent!

Msbelle is crazy, though possibly not about this.

Register me, people! I need to take this pointless test and get a nap.

Thanks for the good wishes. I'm aiming for a big flashing (yet easily removable) signal arrow in the readings.

This may be the best thing I've accomplished all week.

That is a truly excellent thing. I had an innocent murmur as a kid, and even though my dad was sufficiently reassured by my ped that it was almost surely an innocent and harmless thing, I still managed to talk myself into state of Oh God Oh God I'm Gonna Die even decades before ill-advised medical Googling.

Everyone that want to go home - can go home.

yay for shift's granmother!

Is this the same sort of murmur that makes the dentist get all reticent? I didn't think twice about having one (it was such an offhand comment from the doctor) until the dentist got all balky.

Latte!

Go, JZ! Also, go home! You too, Consuela. Work on Friday is for suckers. Or possibly people with full-time jobs. One or the other.

I register you, ita. But that's not what you meant, I bet.

It's a start, Jesse.