Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I'd been expecting a proposal for a few months already. We had looked at rings several months ago, and I told you about our discussion after the Bahamas trip. He told me at one point that there was some hold up with the ring -- getting the right one, his Dad was supposed to be helping, etc. He asked me a couple times again what I wanted. But I was still waiting and waiting.
The day we were leaving for Israel, I was in a really bad mood. I had applied for a new apartment -- a coop -- and they were giving me the runaround in terms of the application (when to interview, which I was supposed to have done the day before but then never got a time to show up, when I'd be able to move in, etc, etc). That entire apartment search had been pretty stressful, too, considering I was looking for a place big enough for both of us, but we weren't engaged yet! And then he wasn't packed yet, and my apartment was a mess, and work was stressing me out. So I got all upset at S, and starting telling him "why can't you just get your act together, you can't even get it together enough to propose yet!" Meanwhile, he was probably laughing at me in his head the whole time, because he was sitting there with a ring in his pocket!!
Later, he tells me he was so stressed out going through security. He had the ring in his jacket pocket and didn't want to take off the jacket! He wore the jacket for the entire plane ride, I even asked him once if he was hot but he told me he felt a chill from the window (he took my non-reclining seat, such a gentleman!). In the hotel room, I asked him if he had anything he wanted to put in the safe. Nope!
Monday was our first full day in Israel. We didn't have any plans, but had discussed a bunch of random things to do -- places neither of us had ever been (or hadn't been in a really long time). He said he'd heard about this garden near the K'nesset, could we go there? I said sure, maybe we'd go to the Supreme Court building after, I'd been there in February and thought he'd love it. I asked him why he was bringing his jacket (it was around 85 degrees in Jerusalem) and he said that we might not come back to the hotel before dinner and it gets really chilly in Jerusalem at night (which it really does), so I said he was right and brought mine, too! Stupid me, now I'm carrying around my jacket all day. Didn't think twice about it.
So we get to the Rose Gardens. But there aren't any roses! They'd all been cut back for the summer. We are just walking around, and spy a Japanese garden below us that's pretty -- but can't figure out how to get there. We actually ended up climbing over all these rocks (which was not the right way, there was a path that we found to get out). So we walk over to this beautiful goldfish pond with a bench and he tells me to sit down, which I do. Then I discover there's some graffiti on the bench and point it out -- it's mostly in Hebrew, and we don't know what it says. Except for two words in English. "Broken Hearted." He makes me get up -- bad omen, he says. Oops.
Now we are walking around again. But find another nice spot near a weeping willow tree (my favorite) and the big goldfish pond. Here he says he wants to tell me something, and says some wonderful things about me and then gets down on one knee, and asks if I'll spend the rest of my life with him!! And finally takes that diamond ring out of his jacket pocket, of course.
And I said Yes!
But it's only 2am in the USA. So we don't call our parents or friends. We took some self-portraits (there was no one around to take any for us), and went to the Zoo! What else COULD we do? When it was finally late enough for people here to be awake, we went somewhere where I knew I could have wifi (to send free texts), and I started texting people. And posted on Facebook. It was then fabulous to have a week together in Israel, we had an amazing trip before we had to return to reality -- and wedding planning. :-)
Friday, May 27, 2011
So here are a couple quick stories just to let me feel proud of myself:
A few weeks ago I picked up a very early appendicitis on a 6 year old girl. So early, in fact, that she was out of the OR about 4 hours after I saw her in clinic (on Sunday morning) and home 24 hours later. Most kids under the age of 10 are so bad at identifying where their pain is, that they aren't diagnosed until after their appendix has perforated. She was clearly guarding over the appendix when I examined her, despite pointing to her tummy when I asked where it hurt, that I sent her to the ER for an ultrasound.
I have another patient I've been following for a few years who is also obese. She came in last summer (at 11 yo) having grown taller and had lost a couple pounds, for an overall significant reduction in BMI %. I was so proud! I asked her what she had done that was successful, and she said she had followed my advice to eat at least 3 different colors at each meal. I've found that's something that kids around that age group can actually understand and take control of, unlike portion sizes, calories, fiber, etc. And it worked for her! She was careful to have something green and something red, orange, or yellow at every meal.
Plus there are the kids who actually get into Early Intervention appropriately and learn new skills from their therapists. Or who follow-up with me appropriately and just are generally healthy! It makes me feel really happy when I see someone for a check-up and only have to spend a few minutes with the family.
So there you go. Have a great weekend!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
I've had requests in the past to blog a little about my work, so I'm sitting in a class right now, waiting for them to figure out the projector, and I've been thinking a lot this week about a couple failures I've had that I thought I'd share with you.
I love being a pediatrician. I think I'm a pretty good doctor, and most of my patients are extremely loyal to me (they hate when I'm away, or they can't get appointments with me, or they are sick and have to see someone else on a different day of the week than my regular clinic day). I also think I'm a pretty good teacher and hopefully helping to shape some other budding primary care pediatricians.
But I saw two patients recently, both of whom have been in my care for a while, and both of whom I feel like I've really failed. And it bums me out. Not sure I can or could have done anything differently. But it's hard being a primary care doc and dealing with these issues.
One is a girl who is nearly 11, so I've known her since she was 7 -- JF. Like many patients in East Harlem, she has bad asthma and is obese. For the past 4 years, I've spoken to her and her Mom (who is also obese) regularly about making changes to her diet -- namely cutting out juice and other sugary drinks, eliminating fast food, and having healthy snacks available. One of the barriers for this particular patient is that after-school she goes to Grandma's house, and Grandma always has cakes and cookies and brownies available. JF is hungry, so she indulges, and Grandma loves to see her enjoy herself. The other big problem is that she eats lunch at school, and they serve things like chicken nuggets and pizza -- not salads or grilled chicken.
So she shows up last week for a follow-up visit. Thankfully, her asthma is well controlled (she has one PICU admission since I've known her, but hasn't even been to the ER in over a year). But she actually gained weight since the last visit, when the goal for kids this age is to grow in height without gaining anything in height (yielding a lower BMI). She is over 150 lbs! When we started talking about things like juice intake again, it's like she's never heard that she shouldn't be drinking the stuff. In one ear and out the other. And her Mom just sighs and shakes her head, not realizing how serious this can be -- diabetes, heart disease, high cholesterol, not to mention the social issues. Sigh. I don't know how else to get through to them. I keep repeating the same things -- about diet, and exercise -- keep giving her the same advice, visit after visit, year after year. I'm a broken record. But I don't think it's working for her.
The other patient makes me even sadder. WR is now 3 years old, and has been my patient since he was born. Looking back through his chart this week, at the one year visit Mom asked me about some of his behaviors -- namely, his tantrums -- but I reassured her that they were normal 1 year-old behaviors and that he was developing appropriately. By 18 months, however, I noticed that he was not behaving appropriately for his age -- his social skills were lacking. I tried talking to Mom about it then to get him evaluated, but at that visit she thought he was fine and told me that what I was seeing in the office was NOT how he behaved at home, and that his language was much more developed than I was seeing, he was just being shy. So I didn't push it, but wanted them to come back sooner for a follow-up visit -- they didn't. At the 2 year visit, it was very clear to me that the child had features of the Autism Spectrum Disorders, and I encouraged the family to get him evaluated by Early Intervention immediately so he could get started in therapies. They refused to believe me. Dad has an older son with autism, and stated that WR has none of the features of the older boy so it couldn't be true. At 2 1/2 they finally agreed to get him evaluated. The people from EI came in and all of the therapists used the word "autism" or "autism spectrum" so the family got mad. I saw him last week on his 3rd birthday (when he ages out of EI and has to place into school-based therapies). They are angry about the evaluation because they still don't believe he has ASD. They don't want to accept the diagnosis and want 2nd opinions. Meanwhile, the kid has every feature of Pervasive Developmental Disorder (which is on the Autism Spectrum) you've ever seen. He has no significant speech other than "juice" to refer to all food and liquids. He makes minimal eye contact, talks/sings to himself, plays by himself, etc. I tried to convince them to just accept whatever diagnosis the therapists want to make if that means he qualifies for lots for lots of therapies, they can think whatever they want to themselves. But it's difficult. This kid should have started therapy at least 18 months ago and I feel like I failed him.
So there you go. It's frustrating to be a doctor.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Happy Friday the 13th! Well, I actually wrote this post on Thursday, except Blogger was down so I couldn’t post it. I had an hour to kill between “I don’t feel like doing any more work today” and class, and realized it had been, yet again, nearly 2 months between Blog posts. So I decided it was time to update my 4 loyal readers about my life.
Since you last heard from me, I took an impromptu weekend vacation to the Bahamas, spent a week in Alabama (for Passover), and went to Denver for a Pediatric conference. That’s a lot of traveling for someone who also spends one weekend a month (sometimes more – 2 in May) on call, and works 10-12 hours a day.
Why so much traveling? I had a long weekend the 1st weekend of April – it was “spring break” from my masters’ program, and I had originally asked for the day off of work months ago when I thought there was a possibility we’d go to my cousin’s wedding (but unfortunately, my Dad couldn’t afford to go, so that family trip got canceled). S and I discussed going to a B&B for the weekend, but everyone nearby – like the Hamptons – was super expensive. Plus the added expense of renting a car to get there, and it didn’t seem like a cheap getaway. And it was super cold here. Snowing, in the 20’s. Nasty winter weather. So we looking online to see where we could fly that was sunny and warm. The Bahamas on Jet Blue! Went on Priceline and got a room at the Sheraton in Nassau for less than $100/night. Brought a lot of our own food so didn’t have to pay for the expensive resort food. Sat on the beach, relaxed, read. Went snorkeling, which was fun. It was just what we both needed.
The Alabama trip was planned for a lot longer. S & and I both went for an entire week, got to spend some time with both my real family and my “adopted” family, the Chabad family in Birmingham with whom I’ve spent all the holidays (especially Passover!) for the last 20+ years. The only bad thing was that spring was long gone in Alabama this time of year, everyone was already green instead of blooming, so S didn’t get to see all the pretty pinks, red, purples, and whites that I am used to seeing around the Passover/Easter season. Oh well, there’s always next year. J I only had 2 days at work before leaving for the Denver trip, and since my expenses were covered by work S decided to tag along for that as well. The conference was amazing, I learned a lot but also just got to spend time with other people in the academic world and get ideas for new research topics and hear what the latest findings and trends are. Denver is a beautiful city and I also got to see some cousins there I hadn’t seen since I was about 13 or 14 years old!
So what’s next? I’m being kicked out of my apartment – my landlord decided to sell the place instead of lease it to me for another year – so S and I are looking at things together. Not because we are moving in together – I’m too old-fashioned for that – but because we think that it makes sense for me to find a place now where I don’t have to move again in a year, so it should be big enough for both of us so at some point in the next year he CAN move in. But it’s stressful to find an apartment in NYC. There’s all this pressure that if you find a good place and don’t take it right away it will be gone (it will be), but what if something better is available tomorrow? Plus you have to prove your worth: you have to make 40X the annual rent (or have a guarantor), so since it’ll only be my name on the lease it’s an added complication. Based on my ACTUAL salary, before all the moonlighting I do, I’d only be approved for something around $1500/month! That’s less than what I pay now for my studio. So then I have to prove what my actual salary is, and all of that. And then you have to decide if you want a doorman building or a walk-up, and a pre-war building or a modern building. And is it worth more $$ for less space, in a fancy building that has amenities like a gym/pool/movie theater? Do I really need a view? Etc, etc, etc.
But onto the big question – you want to know about me and S and the big question, don’t you? Things are good, and progressing as they should. A lot of people said “oh, he’s going to propose!” when they heard we were going to the Bahamas in April, and so when he didn’t I was a little sad. So I told him about it, and it made him sad because apparently he didn’t realize that I would have thought that, but he had been having a hard time finding the perfect ring. So since then I’ve stopped worrying about it because I know it’s going to happen at some point, and when it does it will be special, and I also don’t want to ruin any surprise! (Although I told him once that I’ll know he’s about to propose when he takes charge of making plans one night, since usually he leaves the planning up to me.) Yesterday (Wednesday) was our 9 month anniversary! It feels like I’ve known him my whole life, and sometimes it feels like I’ve only just begun to learn things about him. He’ll wonder how I’ll know something about him without realizing how well I already know him. But then I find out things – like that he’s never seen any of the “Back to the Future” movies – and I’m so shocked that I’m dating this guy! Ha. Never any big, scary things. Although that is kinda big and scary. How could someone never see “Back to the Future?”
And there are more trips coming up! We are going to Israel in a few weeks together! I won a free ticket back in October, from El Al (they ran a twitter contest). Unfortunately, I won the free ticket about a week after booking my ticket for my February ticket (and that ticket was non-refundable). The free ticket couldn’t be used over New Year’s or Passover, and has to be used by June 15th. Since I would have taken off a couple days for Shavuos the first week in June anyway, we decided to go for that whole week. El Al is smart, they are making money on his ticket that we never would have spent otherwise! We are staying in Jerusalem for 5 nights and Tel Aviv for 2 nights, and don’t have any real plans, so if you have suggestions on fun/different things to go please let us know. (We are both veterans of Israel, this is my 9th trip and I believe his 4th or 5th.) We were thinking of Hebron for one day, if anyone has had a good or bad experience going there please share. And then there's a super exciting trip to Destin (on the panhandle of Florida) over July 4th weekend. I grew up going there every summer with my extended family, and this year we are doing a cousins' trip -- just my first cousins, no "adults." I'm excited to introduce S to the beautiful beaches there -- the "redneck Riviera."
And I can’t believe that I’m almost halfway done with my fellowship! With very little to show for it. Nearly ready to submit my IRB proposal, hopefully it will get fast-tracked (it’s just a chart review so is exempt from most things) and I will be able to spend my summer wading through hundreds of charts. So fun, I can’t wait. :-P Just hoping to have something interesting to report in the end.
Alright, time enough wasted. Time to grab a snack before my two hour class! Since you’ll be reading this on Friday the 13th, hope no black cats cross your path and no ladders impede your sidewalks.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Yes, I know it's been nearly two months since I've blogged. The fact is, there's just not so much interesting stuff to talk about. I started this blog as a place to vent about the trials and tribulations of dating, mainly. Then I found an amazing guy, and things are great. Sure, we aren't *perfect* -- but we are incredibly happy. I love him, my friends love him, my family loves him, and he loves all of us! Yes, even my cats love him (my picky cat, Tasha, often chooses his lap over mine, and it makes me completely crazy jealous). My friends' baby is truly *in love* with him -- she will just stare at his face -- and he has bonded with one of my best friends so much that they both fell asleep on the couch together one night while the other best friend (wife) and I stayed up talking. It was way too cute. So S has really become a part of my life and I just can't imagine him not being there.
A year ago, when I broke up with J6, I could never have imagined myself reaching this point so quickly. Yes, eventually, but not already. So that's just amazing to me. And yeah, things are progressing along the right steps. We talk about getting married, all the time, and in a way that is very real. As in, how would our finances work, and where do we want to live (not where as in what city, where as in which apartment building) -- and then when would we consider leaving the city. When would we want kids (soon). That kind of stuff.
Meanwhile, I have been super busy. Work is crazy -- my research is going nowhere (because I have zero mentorship), my masters program is sucky (finals next week), and this other project I'm working on (helping the transformation to an inpatient electronic medical record) is sucking away at my life but pays well. I left for two weeks in the midst of it all to go to Israel with my Mom and Sister on an Interfaith Women's trip which was fabulous.
So now I come to you -- my 5 followers, and who knows how many other random readers. What should I be blogging about? I'd like to post more often, but I don't know about what. Do you want to hear about my daily (boring) life with S? About my life as a pediatrician? About the food I eat and my attempts to eat healthier/lose weight (an eternal fight)? The TV and movies and theater I watch? Let me know, and I'll decide in which direction this blog should be headed.
Happy spring weekend!
Friday, January 21, 2011
S made it wonderful, of course. He was kinda upset I was throwing myself a party (but I had planned this months ahead of time with a half-off coupon from "Buywithme"), but he bought me a gorgeous necklace that I wear everyday (a horseshoe shape with little diamonds), and that a couple of my friends figured I must have picked out myself. And his just being there made it fabulous, for the entirety of the celebration. And then it was his birthday, just 18 days later! I surprised him with a dinner & jazz cruise around Manhattan a few days ago, which we both loved -- our first time actually dancing together (not "club" dancing, but really dancing). I may have led some, sorry. And on the night of his birthday, we saw "American Idiot," with Billie Joe Armstrong in the cast, and had a lovely dinner. His main gift he got before our cruise -- an iPod Nano, his first iPod -- but he also got a scarf, and gloves from my Mom, and I put some portraits from our cruise into picture frames for us each to have. He was blown away and said it was the best b'day he's ever had. So we are both kinda buzzing with happiness.
And now for the jolt. Last night I came home and was chatting with some people I know in my building, then I turned around to check my mail in the (temporary during construction) mailroom and I heard a familiar voice, so I turned and saw someone on his cellphone, the profile of a familiar face -- J6. He was checking mail. In my mailroom. I did an about-face and walked as fast as I could to my elevator and hit the "close" button a gazillion times and I'm pretty certain he didn't see me.
So what was that? He's living in my building now? After telling me he'd never leave NJ, never live in the city, he moves into the city and of all places picks MY building?? Which isn't even a rental building, but they are condos and you have to rent from an owner? And it's fairly expensive, and he's a cheap bastard. Seriously, I wrote this guy OUT OF MY LIFE for a reason. He's a jerk. And I'm just so happy and healthy and better off without him even in my peripheral vision. I haven't even thought about him in months. And then JOLT -- there he is. I could run into him at any moment! Every day. And that would also mean he's also infiltrating my community -- trying to get into the UWS, which he always hated. I could see him at Shabbos dinners, or Onegs, or whatever. Gross.
And then, of course, I was upset at myself for getting upset. Because why was I letting him get to me like this? Because like I said, I'm in a much better place now. I'm in this incredible relationship with this incredible person. I have a great job, and I love my apartment. But ew, gross, now my apartment might not be at the top of the things I love anymore if it could mean seeing him. Small talk. Yuck.
I fell asleep finally last night and had pleasant dreams, actually, until the snowplows woke me up at 5:30am. I thought I wouldn't fall back asleep but apparently I did, because then I had a dream that I ran into him in the parking lot (in my dream it was a covered parking lot), and I was with a friend, and he saw us and then HE was the one running away because he didn't want me to know he was living there. That would be a better situation. But I was so careful to make sure he didn't know where I was moving. He was basically stalking me at the end, when he was trying to win me back. I didn't want him to have access to me.
I could totally face him. I'm not worried about that. Seeing him once would be no big deal. Fine. But seeing him all the time? What would you do if suddenly your ex moved in downstairs? Shudder shudder. I'm seriously hoping I'm wrong and it was just his doppelganger. Please, please.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2010 was not what I expected to be. If on December 31, 2009, you asked me to predict the 10 things I thought would happen in 2010, I probably would have lost on at least 8 of them. But looking back on it, it was an amazing year for me and I couldn't be in a better place right now! Let's look at all the fabulous things that happened to me:
1) I went on an amazing vacation with my Mom (a cruise with just the 2 of us, then we joined up with my sister and my stepmother in Texas)
2) I broke up with a boyfriend of 2+ years who was a good-for-nothing, whom none of my friends or family liked, and with whom I was going nowhere fast. Everyday I realize how bad he was for me, how bad I was with him, and how glad I am that that ended -- and I just wish it had ended sooner. Oh well.
3) I made some amazing new friends on the UWS and actually started to become part of a community here
4) I was diagnosed with a medical condition I didn't realize I had, but as a result of that I don't get the daily headaches I didn't realize were so bothersome, I don't drink any more sodas, I rarely drink caffeine, I drink a lot more water, and I generally feel pretty great
5) I found an amazing new apartment that I love -- it's a grown up apartment with grown up furniture! I have a kitchen, a dining room table, a couch, a view! Oh, and a doorman! These are things that make you an adult in NYC.
6) I got the fellowship I wanted, at the place where I wanted. There are days when it sucks, but I generally enjoy it, and it's (hopefully) getting me to where I want to go. I love the teaching/precepting part of it. I'm 25% done! And best of all, I don't work nights or weekends anymore!!
7) I got to go home (to Alabama) for both Passover AND Rosh Hashanah this year, as well as Thanksgiving. That was truly a treat, since during medical school and residency I worked for so many of the holidays.
8) I've gotten to spend some time with my younger sister, who although she's only 28 months old, she's incredibly cute and smart (definitely takes after me). I can't wait to watch her grow up and develop a real relationship with her -- it's fun being an older sister!
9) Although I still have more weight to lose, I did lose (and keep off) 20 lbs this summer. I gained a lot during residency (80 hour work weeks will do that to you), and it felt good to take some of it off. Keeping it off has felt even better.
10) The best for last -- S has truly been the highlight of my year. I couldn't have expected him, but he's everything I could ask for. While he's certainly not perfect, we understand each other and make each other happy. Is there anything more to say than that? Whether we are on a Caribbean cruise or just sitting on my couch watching a movie, it's perfect. :-)
So here's to an even better 2011. I don't know what's in store, and frankly I don't care. I've learned that I'm better off not trying to guess and just going with what life decides to throw at me -- hopefully it will be at least as good, if not better, than 2010.