I'll be in Los Angeles next weekend, for a memorial for my dad.
I've been busy here as well - I have temporary hospital privileges for one of the 3 hospitals in this community, and have been trying to get in the 20 witnessed (by a doc) births that I need for full privileges. So far, I have 7 - and four of those were in one 21 hour period. I'm short on sleep and most everything else as well.
I've had a few patients come in the door who told me that it is specifically my Catholic practice that brought them to me. That's reassuring to me, and to the doc who hired me!
Heard a story recently that had me in stitches. One of the docs was having dinner at the local sushi bar, and chatting with the other folks at the bar. My doc friend was drinking sake, and offered to let another person at the bar have a taste. So she asked the sushi chef in his native language (which happens to be Spanish) to get her another little sake cup. The other person was duly impressed by the sake - and also by the doc. His comment? "I didn't know that you spoke Japanese!"
I need the humor there and the gifts of everyday life. One of the births on the marathon day was a 6th daughter.....mom and dad said they'll be back in a couple of years, hoping once again that God will give them a son. It is nice to have patients that bring in CDs of praise and worship music rather than heavy metal, and that don't have the TV going through the whole labor.
I was doing a prenatal history earlier this week. One of the things we do is to ask specifically about family history of all kinds of problems. I was asking one mom the usual questions.
Me: "High blood pressure?" Patient : "my dad"
Heart problems? dad, again.
Kidney problems? yeah, dad died of kidney failure.
me" I'm so very sorry. How old was he?" 52
and the last question - "Diabetes?" yep, dad too.
I barely managed to finish the visit without losing it myself.
I still haven't cried. I'm not sure what I would be crying for, really.