my first interesting (and inane) note, is how on commas. you see, as i was typing the title to this post, i put a comma right up there after "can't sleep". my elementary school training tells me that's not necessary, but rather optional. because it's coming before "and". i believe there was some movement to take commas away from before "and". or at least be okay with a lack of them. at least, that's what i recall mrs. bowers in the fourth grade telling me. or was it mrs. rossall in the fifth? anyways, when i was in training for my absolutely
wonderful new scribe job, my supervisor told me i didn't put enough commas in. she'd go over histories of present illness i'd written, and stick in a bunch of commas(an HPI the part of the patient's chart where you sum up all the stuff they told you about what's wrong with them today). we had a nice discussion about commas following this. she's only a few years older than i, and so i wonder- did the anti-comma movement begin with my generation? or is it just me? so in order to make her happy, i began putting commas in all sorts of grammatically appropriate places which i had never previously done. and i'm still doing it. it makes me chuckle.
oh, and i'm not sure if this is related or not, but most physicians (and scribes) seem to be against double spacing between sentences. i've observed doctors go over my HPI and
removethe double spaces. i adapt, and then remind myself that they probably didn't major in english. oh, except there is one doctor who does use them, and i get excited because then i can type the way i'm trained to-- with double spaces after my periods. except i think the habit might be wearing a little thin, because in writing this i'm havign to consciously remind myself to double space.
i flash back to that time in sixth grade when my mom, english major and all, reviewed an essay i wrote. i remember her informing me that i needed to double space between sentences. i told her my teacher didn't ask for that. she responded that it's the proper thing to do, and even if my teacher didn't ask for it, i should do it anyways. so i did. and it became a habit. and i never remember anyone else making a fuss about it during my school career, so either i learned my lesson, or no one cared. or both. but i'm glad that my mom taught me to double space.
now, if you didn't consider those previous 3 paragraphs a waste of your time, i'll just keep babbling. and if you did, but you're still reading for some reason anyways, i'll just keep babbling all the same.
so it's 3am and i can't sleep. why? a few reasons. the first being that i am a night owl by nature. even if i get into the habit of waking early, it doesn't take much at all to get me back into my night owl-y ways. second reason, work. i worked night shift recently, and then some late nights since. add that to the spring quarter being over and therefore no reason to be out of bed at 7am after working till midnight the previous night, and you have night-owlishness. on top of that, i didn't really make it to my morning classes regularly for the last two weeks of spring quarter. 'cuz my migraines started acting up.
yeah, i should have expected as much. and i'm pretty sure i know exactly what happened. you see, i registered for classes full-time. and then i started a new job. and i still tried to spend some time with family, and have a social life, and date. and go to church. i was really excited at the beginning of all this, because i feel satisfied when my life is full. when i am busily engaged in multiple good things, feel like i'm moving forward in my life, and have meaningful relationships with the people around me, i feel content. more than content, actually. i'm happy, and excited, and super grateful.
i knew before the quarter started that i should be looking for a job, and that i should be working. i recall feeling confident about going to school full-time. i was nervous about adding work to that challenge, but i knew the impression to work and go to school was an impression from my Heavenly Father. i trusted that since that was what He wanted me to do, i would be able to do it. and for a few weeks i did. honestly, if i didn't have the health problems that i do, i think i would have been able to keep it up. but that's what made me feel so grateful- i knew that there was no way without the aide of God and His angels that i could work and go to school. and truly, even just the few weeks that i did do it and stay on top of things were nothing short of miraculous, especially when juxtaposed with my academic and health histories.
but let's catch up to where i am now. the quarter's over and i still haven't finished my classes. i have an arrangement with my teachers, so there's hope, but it still makes me nervous. and i'm nervous about my future. it kind of sucks not being able to count on the long term plans i make because my health problems have a habit of never resolving and popping back up with a vengeance for months at a time at least a few times yearly. i like doing things, and i like making plans. it's hard to feel limited in my ability to do both.
oh, and there's the whole thing about wanting to get married. and have a family. i don't want to rush into anything, and indeed, i find some fulfillment from simply getting to know and befriend the single guys around me. i've been pretty happy with the state of my love life as of late. but my attitude changes a little bit when i get sick, and am subsequently cooped up for days on end
(where did that expression come from anyways? when you break it down, it really doesn't mean anything... reminds me of a conversation my buddy stan and i had about the english language versus ancient languages). in these cases, i really just want someone to have at home, to cuddle with in bed while i feel like crap and my hair is a mess. and someone whom i don't have to worry about losing a chance with or dealing with those silly dating situations when i want to cancel, reschedule, or just change what we're doing for a date because i don't feel up to doing much.
and just so we're clear, i'm not saying that i'm looking for a cuddle-buddy. those are nice, i guess, but mostly useless, and confusing.
also, i'm pretty sure i just babbled about a bunch of stuff to put on my public blog which i wouldn't have if i weren't both sleep-deprived and migraining. like, my brain does weird things with migraines and pain. one of them being a lessening somewhat in inhibitions. dunno if anyone other than those super close to me would notice, but it happens. i get to the point where i do something or consider doing something and just don't have the mental energy to decide whether or not to actually do it or say it, and then i just decide that it's what i'm really thinking and if the person i'm talking to loves me, or is at least a kind reasonable person, won't judge me if it comes out sounding stupid or crazy or childish or something. because by rule i'm not stupid, childish, or crazy (technically speaking).
and i have no way to neatly sum up all of these thoughts. there's a phrase commonly used by scribes to sum up HPI's. first we say what the patient is complaining of, how long they've been experiencing it, any accompanying symptoms, risk factors or other pertinent information, and then we list a bunch of pertinent things they're
not experiencing. "so-and-so complains of shortness of breath, but denies any loss of consciousness, chest pain, palpitations, nausea, or vomiting" is important to note because it indicates they're probably not having a heart attack. or "so-and-so complains of a laceration to his forearm after falling off his dirt bike, but denies any weakness, numbness, or tingling" is good to note because it indicates they probably don't have any nerve or muscle damage.
anyways.... after these things in the HPI, there are two magical phrases we use to wrap it all up. "S/he is otherwise in good health with no additional complaints" and "s/he is otherwise in her normal state of health with no additional complaints." it sums things up nicely (the latter is particularly good for people with lots of health problems who only come into the ER because they got a scratch that needs to be stitched up).
so, to sum up this post, i am otherwise in my normal state of health, with no additional complaints.
and here's a pretty picture for you to look at, just for making it to the end of this post. i got these from my dad when i had my sinus surgery back in february. pretty, eh?
Moroni 9:25: My son, be faithful in Christ; and may not the things which I have written [pretty much he wrote about the end of their civilization] grieve thee, to weigh thee down unto death; but may Christ lift thee up, and may his sufferings and death, and the showing his body unto our fathers, and his mercy and long-suffering, and the hope of his glory and of eternal life, rest in your mind forever."
