Muy bien! Above is the work of the photographer we spoke with today. We like her stuff a lot. Photos by LensGirl (c) 2001 check out her cool website! |
sleepless nights make for bad days You know what? Never, ever take Sudafed (or the generic "Sudodrine" dispensed free from Health Services) before you go to sleep at night. Ever. Consider yourselves warned. Last night, I was so sick of the sniffing and the mucous and the hackng, I downed two of those little red tablets before going to bed. It actually did cross my mind that the ephedrine might keep me awake, and toyed briefly with the idea of taking a Benadryl, the old workhorse non-non-drowsy antihistamine to counteract the other medication's restless effects, but ended up deciding against it, since I had to wake up at 5:30 the next morning. Huge mistake. You know those nights where you know you must have fallen asleep at some point, yet you feel as though you've been tossing and turning the entire night? Welcome to my world. The only way I could tell that I had dozed off at all, however briefly, was the presence of dreams, although even these were hectic and chaotic and left me feeling even more restless than before. I literally spent the last hour before my alarm clock rang last night watching the clock. 4:30am. Hmm, half an hour before I have to get up. I'd better try to catch some sleep or else I'm going to feel like sheep vomit tomorrow morning. 4:45am. Shit, now I only have 45 minutes left before I have to get up. Sleep, dammit, sleep! 4:55am. Sleep! 5:00am. Sleepsleepsleep! 5:10am. How come Joe is sleeping so peacefully? I hate him. 5:25am. If I fall asleep right now, there's still a good chance that I maybe possibly might not be a maniac tomorrow morning. Come on now. One, two, three--snooze. 5:29am. AAARRRGH! Dragged my sorry ass into work this morning, and found out that not only do I have to do a patient write-up on the tracheal suspension patient, but I also have to prepare some sort of presentation for our precepting attending about the suspension procedure, about which I know nothing. Cut to scene of me racing through the medical library, trying to find the hardbound journal archives of Larygoscope from 1983. (Laryngoscope, according to one of my residents, is "the big main journal for ENT," despite it's stupid name. The hell? Is there a big cardiology journal named Stethoscope? Probably not, though I can't say for sure.) Later in the day, one of the junior residents called me into the NICU to help place a trache on one of the patients there, but in the middle of the procedure, some sneaky vessel somehow managed to sneak under the blade and was cut (though not by my hands, surprisingly--I was retracting as usual) and the patient started gushing blood all over the place. OK, maybe not gushing, but it was definitely a healthy ooze. So then the senior resident on the sidelines had to scrub, and I got shoved out of the way, and everyone was sort of harried and annoyed and I didn't really get to do much of anything except throw in a few stitches at the end to hold the apparatus in place. Not to mention that it was about fifty thousand degrees in the NICU, and I was getting all sweaty and faint and fogged up under all the plastic gowning and eye protection and latex. Calgon, take me away. In case you can't tell, today was not one of my better days. However, in happier news, Joe and I met with a photographer this afternoon, and we think that we're going to hire her for the wedding photos. The reasons we think she's the grooviest are as follows: 1.) She's the cheapest. 2.) No stupid poses. We hate posing! She takes candid shots and action shots. She does a lot of work in commercial photography, and she's very cool and artsy and spontaneous, which is what we want. No pictures of us holding hands under an arch. No pictures of me peeking out from behind a tree. No pictures against an acid-washed denim backdrop. 3.) No time or film limit the day of the event. She'll come as early as we want her to and stay around as late as we want. She'll come anywhere with us and take pictures of us doing anything, even sitting on the toilet. (You know, in case we wanted photographic evidence for some reason.) 4.) We get to keep all the negatives. It seems weird to me that a photographer can keep the negatives of your photos, but that's what some of these people do, just so that you have to go through them every time you want reprints. Scam! Not this lady, though. She said that she can do some nice blow-ups for us, if we want, but that if we just wanted regular sized re-prints, it would be cheaper just to take our negatives to a commercial lab. See, she's straight up with us, yo! 5.) She's throwing in a free "engagement photo" session, where she'll basically spend an hour shooting casual pictures of us in the location of our choosing. We can keep these photos, or send them out. Our plan is to send them out with the invitations. We were going to get some photos taken for that purpose anyway. Having a real photographer take the photos (for free! FREE!) is a real plus. Plus, I'm all excited, because I never had real photos taken of me before. Well, school photos. But having someone snapping action photos of us frolicking in the park will be so magazine-shoot glamorous! I'm such a girl. xo Michelle |
Wednesday . April 24 . 2002 . 11:21pm |
sleepless nights make for bad days You know what? Never, ever take Sudafed (or the generic "Sudodrine" dispensed free from Health Services) before you go to sleep at night. Ever. Consider yourselves warned. Last night, I was so sick of the sniffing and the mucous and the hackng, I downed two of those little red tablets before going to bed. It actually did cross my mind that the ephedrine might keep me awake, and toyed briefly with the idea of taking a Benadryl, the old workhorse non-non-drowsy antihistamine to counteract the other medication's restless effects, but ended up deciding against it, since I had to wake up at 5:30 the next morning. Huge mistake. You know those nights where you know you must have fallen asleep at some point, yet you feel as though you've been tossing and turning the entire night? Welcome to my world. The only way I could tell that I had dozed off at all, however briefly, was the presence of dreams, although even these were hectic and chaotic and left me feeling even more restless than before. I literally spent the last hour before my alarm clock rang last night watching the clock. 4:30am. Hmm, half an hour before I have to get up. I'd better try to catch some sleep or else I'm going to feel like sheep vomit tomorrow morning. 4:45am. Shit, now I only have 45 minutes left before I have to get up. Sleep, dammit, sleep! 4:55am. Sleep! 5:00am. Sleepsleepsleep! 5:10am. How come Joe is sleeping so peacefully? I hate him. 5:25am. If I fall asleep right now, there's still a good chance that I maybe possibly might not be a maniac tomorrow morning. Come on now. One, two, three--snooze. 5:29am. AAARRRGH! Dragged my sorry ass into work this morning, and found out that not only do I have to do a patient write-up on the tracheal suspension patient, but I also have to prepare some sort of presentation for our precepting attending about the suspension procedure, about which I know nothing. Cut to scene of me racing through the medical library, trying to find the hardbound journal archives of Larygoscope from 1983. (Laryngoscope, according to one of my residents, is "the big main journal for ENT," despite it's stupid name. The hell? Is there a big cardiology journal named Stethoscope? Probably not, though I can't say for sure.) Later in the day, one of the junior residents called me into the NICU to help place a trache on one of the patients there, but in the middle of the procedure, some sneaky vessel somehow managed to sneak under the blade and was cut (though not by my hands, surprisingly--I was retracting as usual) and the patient started gushing blood all over the place. OK, maybe not gushing, but it was definitely a healthy ooze. So then the senior resident on the sidelines had to scrub, and I got shoved out of the way, and everyone was sort of harried and annoyed and I didn't really get to do much of anything except throw in a few stitches at the end to hold the apparatus in place. Not to mention that it was about fifty thousand degrees in the NICU, and I was getting all sweaty and faint and fogged up under all the plastic gowning and eye protection and latex. Calgon, take me away. In case you can't tell, today was not one of my better days. However, in happier news, Joe and I met with a photographer this afternoon, and we think that we're going to hire her for the wedding photos. The reasons we think she's the grooviest are as follows: 1.) She's the cheapest. 2.) No stupid poses. We hate posing! She takes candid shots and action shots. She does a lot of work in commercial photography, and she's very cool and artsy and spontaneous, which is what we want. No pictures of us holding hands under an arch. No pictures of me peeking out from behind a tree. No pictures against an acid-washed denim backdrop. 3.) No time or film limit the day of the event. She'll come as early as we want her to and stay around as late as we want. She'll come anywhere with us and take pictures of us doing anything, even sitting on the toilet. (You know, in case we wanted photographic evidence for some reason.) 4.) We get to keep all the negatives. It seems weird to me that a photographer can keep the negatives of your photos, but that's what some of these people do, just so that you have to go through them every time you want reprints. Scam! Not this lady, though. She said that she can do some nice blow-ups for us, if we want, but that if we just wanted regular sized re-prints, it would be cheaper just to take our negatives to a commercial lab. See, she's straight up with us, yo! 5.) She's throwing in a free "engagement photo" session, where she'll basically spend an hour shooting casual pictures of us in the location of our choosing. We can keep these photos, or send them out. Our plan is to send them out with the invitations. We were going to get some photos taken for that purpose anyway. Having a real photographer take the photos (for free! FREE!) is a real plus. Plus, I'm all excited, because I never had real photos taken of me before. Well, school photos. But having someone snapping action photos of us frolicking in the park will be so magazine-shoot glamorous! I'm such a girl. xo Michelle |
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Muy bien! Above is the work of the photographer we spoke with today. We like her stuff a lot. Photos by LensGirl (c) 2001 check out her cool website! |
