JawsBlog

All we had to bring to school was a few boxes of tissues (for each class no less) on top of all the other pencils, crayons, markers, rubber cement, glue etc.

We didn’t have to bring toilet paper…

And when I was your age…”four square” was also just a game we played on the playground. (Good times)

So apparently the Sister is holding some sort of mass brunch here at the apartment tomorrow morning.

Alas, I’m expected to be in attendance.

Oh boy….and I’d set up my shopping to go to Costco tomorrow (yay for bulk quantities of blueberries!)

Though now that our kitchen sink is leaking…the joy…

IF you’ve not seen the Penn & Teller’s most recent episode on vaccines do yourself a favor and watch it!
[Note: contains NSFW images and language]

The Sister and I couldn’t stop laughing with it.

Priceless!

So I find out thru Facebook that The Dad is going to be on TV tonight. Lovely how The Dad tells his children….

Granted, it’s on a TV station I don’t get…but still….

Does not watching it live make me a bad son?

The Sister came home last night and announced we were to clean the apartment. Sigh.

We totally cleared up the Kitchen and living room and they’re immaculate now (save for washing the floors–that’s next). Too bad though that she decided to drink a Red Bull while doing it all.
[The Sister does not need any added stimulants...]

I can’t tell if Gregg Guttfield’s floated idea is serious or just a really clever practical joke:

Greg Gutfeld: I’m raising money to build a Muslim gay bar next to the Ground Zero mosque

If Guttfield is indeed serious, I’d venture a guess, that most of the bar’s revenue probably would come form “outside donations” and or legions of tourists.

All humor aside though, theoretically speaking, if this plan is indeed for real, would it pit NYC’s GBLTQIA community against the Muslim community in any way/shape/form? If so–what would the repercussions be? How would it all play out?

I’m stuck in another one of those “I have no appetite” phases.

I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining, as there are many people who have problems restricting their eating.

My problem is I’m at the opposite end of the spectrum, and I don’t like force-feeding myself. However, ,at the same time, I do notice that my body functions differently when I’m hypo-caloric.

Perhaps this means I’m beyond long-overdue for trips to my grandmothers’ houses–where they will not rest until they overfeed me!

Monday’s stink.

I had to pull a 12h day today….
Granted, I had a lot of work to do, and got a large amount of it done.
Lots of paperwork (can’t wait until we migrate to EMR–someday)
The HVAC failed again…

It’s a Monday…

I had to run to a local grocery store this afternoon to pick up some more frozen broccoli for myself. Believe it or not, Whole Foods hadn’t gotten its daily delivery in as of opening time this morning, so they were completely out of their store brand (just $1.79/lb!) Alas, I had to buy some other brand, which thankfully was on sale–but didn’t come in a 1lb quantity–which is my daily minimum.

I went to the store, and while walking in the main entry aisle, one of the store employees went to grab a beverage in a glass bottle for herself. Out of haste or some other factor, she dropped it and…crash…the glass bottle shattered and the juice splattered.

Lucky me, I was standing nearby in a pair of sandals. Thankfully I wasn’t hit by any shards of glass. Of course the employee asked if I was okay (I responded in the affirmative) and just laughed it off.

But then, something “clicked” in my brain, and I started feeling different. Some of the “clouds” that had been hanging over my head as of late cleared and I started feeling better.

I can only hope that this feeling lasts….

I was thinking today. When was the last time I truly had “fun”.
Just pure, good “fun”.

Depressingly enough, it’s been quite a while.

I’ve been working so hard at work, I’ve not taken time for myself as much as I should. As a result, I’ve not had the time or energy to put into myself.

I’ve also been so uptight, from the non-stop nature of what’s been thrown at me at work lately, plus whatever the heck is going on w/ my health, that I’m just all too up-tight all the time.

Thus leading to the conclusion–that I need to have fun.

Question is: how does one have fun?

From yesterday, after agreeing to being a venipuncture volunteer:

From a girl feeling-up my forearms….

“ooh, you have such nice arms, can I stick a catheter in you?

Not quite sure how to respond to that one…

One one side of the block there’s the Sephora where Giulliani’s daughter was arrested yesterday

Two stores down is a new Shake Shack that just opened yesterday. The restaurant literally has a line to get into it, that stretches all the way down the street to 3rd avenue! Can someone please enlighten me as to what is so special about this place? All I know is that they make burgers and shakes.

Meanwhile, on the sidewalk, there are people attempting to ambush you in order to “help a child” or some other cause like that. There’s the street vendors Then today there was a super-long shot Republican candidate for governor looking for people to admit they’re registered Republicans and sign his petition (n.b. I’m registered as an independent these days).

All that to get home….

Got a call today from the office of the Endocrinologist who I saw last week (and was hardly thrilled with).

I’d placed a call the day before (Tue) to inquire about getting a records release form so the results of my blood work could be shared with my PCP’s office. The answering service for the office [you don't get to speak to anyone in the office] said a form would be faxed to me today..but it’s yet to arrive.

That aside, so I got the call from the office and it went to my voicemail. The message that was left said:

“Mr. Jaws, please call our office at 212-555-1212 to inform us of where you had your blood work done.”

Here’s the thing–the physician himself ordered the blood work, on a carbon copy form, from the affiliated hospital itself. The blood draw was done at the phlebotomy suite in the same building as the doctor’s office (the building is owned by the hospital group). Yet they didn’t know where the results of my tests were?!?!?! Needless to say I wasn’t happy.

Then I got a curt message on my phone later in the day from the doctor saying “all your labs came in within range…you’re normal”. That was it.

To say that I was unhappy with the physician is an understatement. He didn’t even order all the proper tests.

/grumble
//still symptomatic

Bike agenda spins cities toward U.N. control, Maes warns

Still no solution however for the kamakaze NYC food delivery guys.

No, I don’t tweet, nor do I plan on joining Twitter. I’ve got other things to do with my time…in some cases too many things to do. But I digress.

On occasion, for work, I’m given the duty of ordering food for meetings. Thank goodness for Seamless Web! Makes life so much easier.

After every order however, Seamless Web has this button to “Tweet” that you’ve placed an order from a given establishment.

This leads me to think–who really cares if someone ordered food from [insert name of dining establishment here]? Is it really necessary?

The Complexity of ObamaCare [Note: this is from a Republican Congressman's site]

That chart looks just about as confusing as the processing for submitting a Medicare Provider Enrollment Application! Or better yet, getting to speak to a human at the local Medicare Contractor.

So today was Monday. Bad enough.
First business day of the new month usually means that I have to close out all of the previous month’s billing and financial stuff. Not hard work, but time consuming and a bit tedious. [For clarification I'm the whole revenue cycle at the office]–so I have to QC myself too.
Then Monday means billing all the weekend charts.
Oh and since it’s Monday–well, there’s the Monday surprises.

Too bad half of my department called out sick (we’re a department of 4). That meant on top of my usual vortex of work I had to cover for these two too. Not fun. Not fun at all.

So that’s my day in a nutshell. Sorry for my cranky attitude–but I didn’t even get to most of my usual work, as I got inundated with phone calls. Sigh….

Bonus however for the one patient who had a good sense of humor about it all.

Made a trip up to Costco today and along the way, decided to make a detour upstairs (literally) to check out the brand new Target.

I can’t recall the last time I was in a Target (definitely more than 1 year ago), but the Manhattan target feels a lot like any other Target. It’s all on one floor (unlike the one at University Plaza back home) and it’s got a decent selection of merchandise, especially in terms of food–some fresh produce included.

Though the telltale sign that one is in Mahnattan is the fact that there’s a Starbucks right when you walk into the store (the food service area). I’ll probably go back there at a later date when there’s something I want to buy. Today I just happened to go there, because I was at the “plaza” anyway.

Costco was, well, Costco! Not too crowded in the store.Picked myself up some nuts, beans, pickles, oranges, blueberries and some socks. (Yes, socks–they had an excellent price on dress socks!) Nothing visibly new in the Kosher sections either.

One thing though, when I looked at the cuts of beef in the Kosher section they all look so fatty. Will there ever be leaner Kosher beef offered? The first-cut brisket though looked good. Problem is, if I make bristle (make that if I can figure out how to make brisket)–who all is going to eat it?

Funny thing overheard in Costco, this little girl singing “david melech…” and her chaperon kept interjecting the “chai chai pizza pie” ending–to which the little girl protested. Amusing to hear this kind of thing in a Costco….

The highlight of the trip was the walk home with the 20+ of purchased items in my hands. The two avenue walk to the bus really lit my traps up. (And today was supposed to be an exercise “rest” day).

5-Foot Sand Shark Forces Closure of Seaside Beach

The shark was subsequently repulsed by the site of all the fake bake tans and hair products that it returned ot the water, instead of delivering Candygrams.