Update from Dec 17. Birthday

I can never tell if I'm going to write too much when I start a blog post. This time there's a lot to be said.
I haven't said much in a while, I've had a birthday, and several holiday celebrations.
What to start with?

I had a great birthday, surrounded by friends and family. It was great. I finally got back in contact with several old friends that make my life much better. I made a LOT of sushi and invited some people over. I might have been the first time we had so many people in my apartment. Here's the dessert sushi we made from twinkies, fruit roll ups and swedish fish!
I spent my 22nd birthday shopping with my Mom and Grandma.
I'm not one for clothes much but I was able to get several shirts in different colors. I'm a bit like a cartoon character in that I like to have several of the exact same thing in different colors. After a day shopping we gathered at my Mom's house for spaghetti (my favorite) and pin the tail on the donkey. Fun times.
It was great and relaxed being around all these people. I had a really great time with my friends. I can't think of too many "great thoughts" to post about the goings on but it was good and I felt special.

Sometimes I'm a little crazy.

And I accidentally posted just the title a moment ago... Hopefully I can post the entire blog this time...

Not really sure where to start, it's been a long time since I worked on my blogging skills.
Alas. Here goes.

My husband and I watched a really good TED talks Friday night. Dr. Ramachandran is one of my favorite scientists.

He wrote Phantoms of the Mind which blew me out of the water and really made me realize how much I love science. So all this geekiness, could be attributed to his amazing research.

Anyway. During his speech he brings up synesthesias. John thought they were fascinating. I casually commented, "Yea, didn't you wonder why September is always blue and red?"

Oops. He didn't know I was a grapheme-synestehsia. To be honest I didn't either until my freshman psych class (oh the things we learn about ourselves in college)
I didn't know other people didn't do this matching colors to letters/numbers thing. I also do it with people and days of the week.
So he had be write a list. Of all the numbers, days of the week, letters, and people we know.
I had never really thought about it before so writing it all out was kinda difficult.

The hardest part was I didn't have enough colors in my marker box. Several times I just couldn't FIND the number. I would draw a blank like I couldn't remember the number that came next. The first time it happened was with 5. 5 is a like a pale orange/dark yellow. I only had bright yellow. I figured it out once I darkened the shade a bit. But the HARDEST was 7. I stopped at 6 and couldn't think anymore. It was the strangest thing. I couldn't remember the next number. Sure I knew 789. I was POSITIVE 9 was coming, it's red and almost the exact red I have in my marker box. My mind was SCREAMING,
"Just move on. 9 is right here! Forget about whatever you're looking for. Just draw 9! This orange is close to 8 so you can make it work. 9 is really important. You HAVE to draw 9!"
In another part of my mind I could hear,
"Forget about 7, draw 9 and come back to 7 later. Lie about 7, John won't know anyway and it can get you to 9 faster. It's ok, no one will know. Besides this is your brain chemsitry how will anyone find out. You can't be wrong, just skip it. How do you know 7 even really exists? It's all made up anyway to keep humans happy. Just an arbitrary number, you can get by without it."

It was kinda freaky. I knew this wasn't normal for most people but I'd never really dealt with it. It always just was. I had never had the experience of rationalizing that 7 didn't exist.

Then it hit me.
7 is White.

Yay! Birthday early!

Let the fabulous begin!
I have before me something wonderful. Something great. Something shiny and small. It's something every girl has ever wanted. (At least this girl.)
Seriously, I have the best husband.
He got me a netbook!

Not only that, he didn't tell me when it came in, but he charged it, loaded it up, gave it more RAM. THEN told me it was here!
What a thoughtful person.

Let's hope this make my life easier instead of harder. Hopefully I can blog not without all the crazy hassle I normally go though. (Sigh.)

Not like much of this is incredibly important, but it's exciting and I'm happy.
A lot has happened to me that I wish I had be able to share with everyone, but alas. I didn't take the time to do so.

So here goes, a new era of computing.
It's so little!

I call her Evee.

Geocites = sadface

Well, it's curtains for geocites. http://ping.fm/bWXRK

If you're around my age, chances are you had a geocites account, complete with incredibly too long to remember web address. This was in the time before short links too! Geocities was like a precursor to myspace. Or sort of.
My geocites account was something like, "The Midget Rebellion" that was the name of pretty much every half-completed webpage I tried to design as a small child. I used geocities to pretend to be an artist. Boy, was I a poor impersonator. I had a home page which could link to "about me," "gallery," and "favorite links," The gallery was the hardest part, I made a bunch of thumbnails and linked to the larger image. Pretty much standard stuff, but it took forever on my parents old computer. Dial-up on a secondary phone line. Sigh, the good old days.
I think I'll miss the fact that it's gone now. I've probably destroyed all the originals of the "art" I produced at ages 11-15. Now the digital copies are gone as well. *sniff sniff*
Goodbye old friend, I spent several hours trying to get my links to light up in flashing rainbow fonts. You will be missed.

Past Medical History includes...

I feel bad for this person, but their PMH included
"high anal hurneeas"

Sigh...

Complaint of the Day

Chief complaint of the day.

"Alien's poisoned meds"

I love my job.

I love my job.
We are having a trauma day training ER docs, I get to be a motorcycle
accident with a depressed skull fracture, open femur fracture, left
wrist and ankle deformity.
Wowza! I'm all kinds of screwed up.
All have done great and it's really helpful to hear their thought
process as well. Good training on both ends of the spectrum!
I'm loving the Cspine precautions and antibiotics I'm receiving. Makes
me smile!

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