Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Barbie, Johnny, Bobby, Pat...

I think there's a Kathleen, Janie, Michael, Jimmy, Margie, Kelly, and one more. The Fitzgeralds, who only my mother, Laura, and the Fitzgeralds can name. I always got stuck after Pat. Anyway, one of many references from my conversation with my mom this evening that made me smile. It was a nice reminder of how my family understands one another and how we're one of a kind. In a "don't call K-LOVE if you want your fitted sheets folded" kind of way. Seriously, an outsider might think we're weird and may run away from reprises of The Singing Nun or not laugh at my made-up memories (and ducky songs). They won't understand the joy of hearing my dad say "that's why you skateboard" or the ever-repeating refrain of, "You should make it again some time." They don't laugh at/with Kelly singing the harmony on the Lamb of God ("of the world") or reminisce about the Moon Room and the Bugger. Was it the Bugger or the Buggy? I think Bugger. Anyway, my point is that of all the things that are "mine", I am the proudest to claim my family.

Today was not a good day: I had to get up at 5:15, my "low tire pressure" warning light and gas light came on while I was driving to work, I screwed up on rounds when my preceptor asked me a question, I was hurried in writing some orders and wrapping things up before my lunch meeting, my phone died, I spent over two hours at the dentist getting three fillings...

And yet, I had conversations with my mom, my dad, and two of my sisters (after I recharged my phone), I arrived home to find two packages even though it turns out one wasn't supposed to be for me (my dad is pretty funny), I got a great email from a good friend, and I enjoyed some much-needed fellowship at my ENDOW study. So today was not altogether a bad day.

If that's the worst thing that happens to you dad's favorite cure-all saying. I heard a new "worst thing" today. My great uncle Bud died of melanoma of the eye. My eye, MY EYE!! Suddenly my day doesn't look so bad. And it's largely due to the influence of my crazy, brilliant, indefatigable family. I don't think we're indefatigable, I just wanted to use that word.

Now I really have to read about the differences between Mycophenolate Mofetil and Enteric Coated Mycophenolate Sodium before I go to bed. Cheers!
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