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Time Marches On...

Every town has its ups and its downs. Sometimes the ups outnumber the downs... Right now it's not looking good for Memphis.

It's been a real roller-coaster ride this past week or two or three... or however long it's actually been.

A week ago (more or less - time is so relative) spring sprang all of a sudden. It went from cold and gray to sunny and sixties overnight. All the pear trees in Memphis bloomed simultaneously and the daffodils were finally joined by the tulip trees and redbuds in adding color to the drab winter landscape. Add daylight savings time to that, and it just felt like such a dark, damp weight had been lifted off our shoulders. It seemed like winter had finally decided to give up the ghost. Then this week came with the cold, wet wintry weather in tow. We even had snow flurries today! This is Memphis, not Minneapolis. Geeze!

I had a string of late night/wee hour deliveries 3 or 4 days in a row, coupled with plenty of action during the day both in the clinic and in the hospital. Lots of babies like to be born between 2 and 3 in the morning. Even when there is no hour between 2 and 3 AM. It's always weird when you lose an hour in the middle of a delivery when daylight savings time starts.

When late nights bleed into early mornings there is little time for the niceties of life...like personal hygiene. So one night, even though I had a patient in labor, I decided that I absolutely had to have a shower and wash my hair. So I did. It felt so good to be clean after having been up for so long. I had just laid down when they called to tell me she was 7 centimeters dilated (out of 10) and was moving fast. I live 10 minutes from the hospital. By the time I got there I had time to snap on some gloves and reach down to catch the baby. As the baby's body slid free a literal wave of amniotic fluid broke over my head. I was completely inundated - it was in my hair, my eyes, and I gained an appreciation for just how salty that stuff is. I told the mom that traditionally it's the baby that's christened, not the doctor. The worst part was that I had just bathed! I had just washed my hair! Getting clean just didn't feel quite as good the second time. As tiring as those marathon days are, they can also be very rewarding. It is what I signed up for after all, and it never gets old - even when it gets a little messy.

A week later I was informed that due to a clerical error I don't really have privileges at the hospital to do OB. It only took months to get all my credentialing and privileging squared away - jumping through hoops, fighting through red tape. And now, once I'm finally able to do what I came here to do, really getting settled in, I get the rug pulled out from under me and have to start again. I am beyond frustrated. Seriously.

Also, this week would have been my dad's mom's 91st birthday and is the first anniversary of my mom's mom's death. *sigh*

And it looks like I've finally rented my house in South Carolina that's been empty for 6 months.
I'm not sure how to feel these days...

So, spring will come. I'll get this hospital snafu sorted out. Life will go on. Things will work out. Platitudes will turn out be largely accurate if not entirely comforting.

I'm extremely grateful I'll be off this weekend. I plan to use the time do my taxes.

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hazeltea
Mar. 26th, 2013 05:16 am (UTC)
I would have given you a tip if I'd... bodily fluid-ed all over you. omg
severina2001
Mar. 26th, 2013 01:15 pm (UTC)
I just. That amniotic fluid story. I simultaneously laughed and shuddered, LOLEW. After that, I hope they named the baby after you! ;)
mrasaki
Mar. 27th, 2013 05:24 am (UTC)
Aw, I didn't know you were an OB. :) I bet you have all sorts of crazy stories. Although the wave of amniotic fluid and that you got it in your mouth made me go D: and I'm not usually easily horrified. haha.
f_m_r_l
Mar. 27th, 2013 04:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, my goodness! I hope that things will start going more smoothly for you and leave you more time to do at the very least the things you need to do, such as showering and taxes.

Also, *hugs* if you want them. I know that even though memories of the people one loves are cherished, being reminded of one's loss adds to the stress. I'm sure there are platitudes for that, and unsure that they help. I hope you get a chance to de-stress a bit soon.
antesqueluz
Apr. 27th, 2013 08:42 pm (UTC)
So, I'm only a month late in replying, but I greatly appreciate the hugs and kind words. Seriously. You don't know how much it means to me. Remembering gets easier over time, but it still aches. *hugs*
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