Love Letters {to food}

Jan 22, 2015

Your October taco of the month, with fried chicken coated in a pumpkin seed breading, converted me from a pumpkin hater to a pumpkin kindaaaa hater.
Dear some of our favorite Dallas restaurants (like Cane Rosso, Smoke, and Liberty Burger)
Thanks for moving north to the 'burbs.
Your assistance in helping us avoid highway 75 makes me want to smooch your face.
Dear awkward local instagrammer meet-up at Sissy's,
The never ending buckets of chicken smothered the weirdness like gravy on Sissy's glorious mashed potatoes.
Dear Sprinkles,
Thanks for allowing mere mortals to make your salted oatmeal cornflake cookies in the comfort of our own home.
But to only include dough for six cookies in each tub?
Someone should be fired.
Dear Trader Joe's,
You never ever ever cease to amaze me and my taste buds.
Dear Smoke,
I'm so thankful you and your heavy handed blueberry ricotta pancakes topped with poached vanilla apricots will be only one suburb away from us now.
Dear Trader Joe's,
Again.
Stop it.
Please.
My cavities.
Dear Texas State Fair,
Although we missed out on the funnel cake beer, your Texas bluebonnet made up for our loss.
A blueberry muffin stuffed with cream cheese, blueberries, and white chocolate chips sent straight from the heavens.
Dear Velvet Taco
Much like my addiction to oversized sweaters, I can't quit you.
Dear Josh,
I don't like the way you look at my pie (my key lime pie from Smoke, of course)
Dear Smoke,
Have I told you lately how absolutely thrilled I am about you moving 30 minutes closer to us?
This pulled pork eggs benedict though.
Jeeeeesus.
. . . and goat cheese potato cakes on the side.
Hallelujah.
Dear King Cake season,
Fall is great and girl scout cookie season is fun, but let's be honest, king cake season is the only season of the year that really matters.

Ketchup

Jan 21, 2015

I loathe ketchup.
You needed to know.
. . . but let's ketch up.
We've experienced a few major milestones over the last few months (which you also need to know about)

The most life changing thing of the last few months:
We got a Roomba.
I kid you not.
Life. Changing.
Our nephew turned ONE whole year old.
Sheesh.
We survived a few more weeknight concerts (and finally saw Boy & Bear and First Aid Kit anddd Shakey Graves live).
I wore much more red lipstick than I ever thought imaginable (thanks to these guys).
We spent lotsssss of time in south Louisiana.
No complaints here.
After seven years of music festival-ing together, Josh, Bart, and I kept the tradition alive and went to Index Fest in Deep Ellum.
For Halloween Josh beat me like a little birthday boy beating his piƱata.
Oh and we met Dan. 
(Which was probably the most repeated phrase of 2014)
. . . while in Vegas for the bachelorette party of little monkey in the middle.
I turned 27.
Yikes.
It involved a lot of pie. 
We celebrated our second year of marriage (with another pound cake, of course)
I somehow managed to sneak this guy ALL THE WAY to Park City for a surprise anniversary trip before he even realized what state we were in.
After daydreaming about it for months on end, Josh surprised me with tickets to see Once.
It was every bit as magical as I hoped.
. . . andddd last but not least, my best friend got married!
2014 was SO good to us.
A few recaps of some of the previously mentioned events are coming soon!

A little public service announcement

Jan 6, 2015

Each year around November and December things get absolutely bonkers in the surgery world.
Because many people have met their insurance deductible towards the end of the year, they want to take advantage of their insurance "benefits" and have surgery.
Lots of surgery.
This means no lunch breaks and 12+ hour work days for Josh and me.
(Which is my only explanation for me shoving this blog into a dumpster over the last two months.)
Now, having our butts kicked for a few months is all fine and dandy when you are dealing with nice people who appreciate your efforts to help them get better.
It's the others who make it tough.
The demanding, forceful, and just plain mean folks.
It's those peeps who make me come home and divulge in a cocktail or five.
Now that dreadful December has come and gone, I have collected a few thoughts that I wanted to share with the general public regarding "how to be a good patient".
I apologize in advance if I come across as gruff or harsh.
I won't be sad, angry or offended if you feel the need to reply with any pointers regarding "how to be a good medical provider"
1) Surviving (and understanding) long wait times.
Do you get all hot and bothered when your doctor, physician assistant, or nurse practitioner is running behind?
Me too.
It's the worst.
Don't yell.
Don't make snarky comments when a nice young lady such as myself apologizes for the delay.
There are two major reasons why this may have happened.
Primarily, the odds are good that your provider is taking care of someone who may have needed care a bit more urgently than you. If we are ever running behind in clinic it is typically due to us having to work a patient into the schedule who needs to be seen ASAP, like a patient with an acute fracture. Sometimes your physician may be on call, which makes it way more likely that people are having to be worked in the schedule, largely due to referrals from outside physicians (who you truly can't turn away).
On the flip side of that, don't automatically show up late assuming that your provider will be late seeing you. No-shows and late arrivals can drastically affect the flow of the day. If you have a longer than normal wait time, consider the fact that the patient scheduled before you may have shown up late, or not arrived early enough to finish their new patient paperwork, therefore causing their allotted time to overflow into your allotted time.
Nothing upsets me more, to be honest.
If you know you won't make it in time for your appointment it is best to at least call the office in advance to inform them and to see if there is anything that can be done.
Also, if you don't plan on attending your scheduled appointment, please do everyone a favor and cancel your appointment. You are potentially wasting a spot that someone in pain may have been denied.
In our office it is quite common for people to show up late and beg to be seen; although we have a strict "cancel after you are 15 minutes late policy". More often than not we agree to work them into the schedule out of the niceness of our super stressed, cold-hearted hearts.
The small bit of kindness may help that one person, but it ultimately affects every other patient for the rest of the day.
Because of the whole "being on call and working with fractures and patients who urgently need surgery" thing I was actually running one hour late in clinic last week due to a lunchtime surgery.
You know what happens to girls when they don't get fed, right?
Hangriness.
Anyway, I was terrified to bring my regularly scheduled patient back, in fear that she would be so angry and upset that I was so late. I apologized repetitively, and she immediately smiled and said "Don't apologize, I know y'all are so busy and you probably had someone who needed your help more than I did at this time."
Boom.
She wins.
Be her.
2) Bring all necessary documents.
 X-rays, MRIs, lab work, previous medical records, your firstborn child.
Don't assume your doctor automatically knows and believes that the last doctor who treated you saw a fracture on the x-ray or that your blood sugars were under control.
Bring proof.
A prepared patient is the best patient.

3) Let your provider do their job and don't attempt to provide care to yourself (by removing sutures or casts on your own)
I've seen it more than I would like to admit, particularly in grown, hard-headed men.
Silly men.
Patients who I know I've put in a cast will come back in clinic without the previously mentioned cast and upon questioning they admit that they "just sawed it off themselves"
Orthopedic offices have special cast saws that vibrate back and forth (rather than in a circular motion) so unless you own a cast saw of your own please, please, please let you doctor/PA/NP/MA remove it for you.
Also, regarding sutures, it's always in your best interest to let the person who placed your sutures be the one who removes your sutures.
Sometimes, a "fancy" suture pattern is required, depending on the incision, and there are certain ways they need to be removed. If it is done incorrectly, then non-absorbable suture can remain under your skin causing a potential infection.
Other times, sutures need to stay in for a certain length of time depending on the type of skin you are re-approximating.
I've had plenty of patients come back for their first post-op visit to proudly show me that their brilliant self or their roommate/dog/physical therapist already removed their sutures.
A week early.
And they are wondering why they are bleeding.
Hmm.
Just let me do it.
I like stitchin' and like un-stitchin'
4) Don't rely on google.
I'm guilty of it too.
Orthopedic surgery is quite a narrow field of medicine, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I've forgotten 99% of what I learned in PA school regarding primary care.
I love bones and I know a lot about them.
When it comes to medical things I may not know (particularly involving our dogs) I'm just like you.
I google, then read the worst things in the world, and immediately assume Charlie or Molly has cancer and is seconds away from death.
I had a patient recently ask me why I prescribed him a narcotic medication (which is non-narcotic) because google told him it was a narcotic and it will be habit forming and kill him.
Message boards and Yahoo Answers tend to only provide negative feedback from uninformed or uneducated people so please don't go googlin', ok?
Ok.
Think about it, how often do you see positive, helpful things on online message boards from strangers?
I highly doubt may doctors or NPs or PAs have much time to spend online trolling for random questions they can answer for strangers, for free.
5) Be proactive and responsible regarding your medicine refills.
Don't call last minute (late on a Friday afternoon or the day before a holiday) expecting to be able to get a prescription refill immediately.
It doesn't work that way.
Although, until recently, Josh thought it did.
He once had his sweetheart of an endocrinologist call an insulin refill in for him on a Saturday afternoon.
I gave him a verbal spanking when I found this out.
Be a responsible, prepared patient.
If you may be running out of medication in a few days and know you need more, then please give your practitioner ample time to help you out.
Men, I'm talking to you.
Again.

6) Be kind.
Honey attracts more than vinegar.
Always be kind to your provider, no matter how frustrated you may be.
Keep in mind that their sole purpose is to help you.
You never know when they could pull some strings for you or truly help you out in a time of need.
I'm terrible with names, but for some strange reason I always tend to remember the names of the extremely nice patients and also the extremely rude patients.
P.S.
If you are extra sweet or sad or scared or under the age of 13 I will most likely give your stuffed animal a cast to match your cast.

Our first place

Nov 23, 2014

This past weekend we finally cleaned out our apartment and turned in the keys.
(Yes, you are good at math, we paid rent for two months without living there. It's ok, our house note doesn't start until December. The timing worked out perfectly.)
I honestly expected to be pretty sad about leaving this place but when it came down to it, I wasn't sad at all.
We made tons of memories in our teensy little apartment throughout our first two years of being married. 
Here are a few of those memories that stick out the most: 
Moving in (and letting Charlie experience a "yard" for the first time).
Setting up our first Christmas tree (before I even officially moved in/before we were married)
Saving the Christmas tree for marriage? 
Not us.
Josh's strange obsession with dry ice made for probably my favorite memory. 
Our first home cooked meal.
Coming home to see this guy patiently waiting at the door . . . 
That time we couldn't quite understand why Charlie had lost his mind but then realized we had a bunny roommate for three days. 
The pool dates with this little stud. 
The teensy yard with all the friendly neighbors and drunk people passing by after a long day at the pool.
Remember that time someone asked why Molly and Rufio, the neighbor pup, were named after drugs?
That time it was 112 degrees so we were forced to all swim in The Shops at Legacy fountain.
The multiple times building forts and playing hide and go seek with the pups.
I feel weird acknowledging that. 
Our weekly rounds of GingeMan Bingo.
Halloween and all of our ummmm creative costumes (and the lack of trick or treaters)
Enduring our first ice storm (and our second and third and fourth)
Having a white Christmas wasn't much to complain about though . . . 
Lots of late night "recording sessions" 
Some that never made their way to YouTube, and some that did.
. . . that time Josh worked on preparing steaks for 24 hours only to end up in the ER.
Snow. 
Lots of it. 
Brewing beer (in the guest bathroom?)
How's that for sanitary?
Adding Molly to the mix definitely enhanced our desire for a bigger place (and a king size bed).
Sayonara first place.
We will and won't miss you, but we mostly won't.
Don't you worry though, I did save a key for a very Pinterest-y project.
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