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Sep. 9th, 2004 @ 10:45 am Fini
In case you didn't already know, my main blog is all2swift. I've added all of you to that blog; I'm hoping to be able to continue reading protected entries.

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Aug. 16th, 2004 @ 11:44 pm Go Girl
It's late. I should be sleeping, work or no. Unfinished studying or no. Yet here I am, typing with a single hand, cajoling (pleading to) my daughter to sleep. Hoping she might. Knowing she won't.

My little girl has grown. I don't know how she did it, but today she was suddenly that much bigger. She has more coordinated movements, too. Rather than simply slapping my glasses, she actually grabs and rips them off now.

Ah, there. She's asleep, finally - which means I can, too.

I think I'll just sit with her a little while longer.
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Aug. 7th, 2004 @ 12:24 am Shutterfly
I'm on call. This means I'm sitting in the hospital at one of the approximately 1,694 computers generally looking annoyed. Vague annoyance goes well with being in the hospital setting, because this increases the activation energy required for others to bother a fellow sitting at computer 728 of 1694.

Anyways, what I'm really doing is looking through my online picture albums, trying to look annoyed. Because I'm really not. I'm actually just slightly wistful, wishing I could see my wife and daughter, lifesize and in analog, without pixels and mouse clicks. Can't beat the real thing. Oh, what a feeling.

You're as old as I if you recognize the allusions I just made.

Therefore. Goals for the next four hours:
1. Avoid pages.
2. Avoid nurses.
3. Avoid patients (who should be sleeping, but for the beeping, the blood draws, the uninvited interruptions through the night).
4. Sleep.
5. Survive.
6. Get home.
7. Don't worry.
8. Be happy.

There is no spoon.
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Jul. 17th, 2004 @ 02:34 pm 10 days
It's like I've joined some sort of club. Not one of those exclusive clubs, but rather a massive international conglomerate. You're in or you're out. Parenthood is something no one can read or hear about and know. It's just that impossible.

But, anyways, this club. A nurse I don't know particularly well stopped by and asked me how my wife and daughter were. His son was born 12 days ago. We talked for ten minutes, the best of friends. He asked me about my sleep schedule, and I asked him about his. All the things we worried about. And the amazing facial expressions our kids could do. Things I could only guess about eleven days ago. I left him with a broad smile that matched my own.

I've never been so happy to be so tired.Site Meter
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Jul. 6th, 2004 @ 09:27 am (no subject)
We saw the obstetrician today. We're told within the next week.Site Meter
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Jun. 21st, 2004 @ 11:46 pm Catch 22
Current Music: Let's Get Retarded-Black Eyed Peas
You know what sucks? This does. Sitting up, thinking I should sleep, but knowing what's about to happen when I do. Should I even bother? I'm so groggy when I sleep for a half hour and get paged to the emergency room. I hate that feeling. For the most part, I'd rather just stay up until the patient gets here from the outside hospital. Do my job, call one of my attending (read: bossman, guy up there, hire and fire type power) surgeons, let him know the deal, and then do my flap check (make of it what you will) before turning in. Probably around four. Which is why this sucks. Because I'm getting up at 5:30, damn it all. Actually, tomorrow, I'd best be up by 5. So what to do? Sleep twenty minutes, try for forty winks? Or stay up, and work on my laptop to finish a bit more of the second presentation? I'm undecided, which makes things worse. Screw it. I'm making the bed, since the janitors never do, and trying for sleep.

This guarantees that I'll be paged the moment I lie down.Site Meter
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Jun. 20th, 2004 @ 08:51 pm Last Hurrah (Before the Good Part)
Current Music: Virgin Radio UK
We spent the day together, being lazy and productive in turns. Just the two of us. One of the last days we’ll have to care only about ourselves. Soon, everything will change. I’d be sad if I weren’t so happy. Saving for college, using the computer for photo and video editing. Our time alone is about to end. The era arrived and is rapidly receding. Any moment now, we’re off, only to return with a new family. I’m thrilled; I can’t wait.

And yet, still, I’d like today to last just a while longer.Site Meter
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Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 10:52 am Gmail
Many thanks to peterhuang and dilly. I've discovered a rare talent for generating text ads, which is the new thing among my admittedly small circle of gmail friends - as though it were a game of checkers. We email one another to see who can get the most, and best, text ads. Heh. Thus far, WEDDING, SPAM, EMAIL, and STOCKS seem to be the best words. And OOOH!

Even OTOLARYNGOLOGIST generates a text message. King me.Site Meter
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Jun. 12th, 2004 @ 12:53 pm Best Belly
Current Music: Stuck in a Moment (Acoustic)-U2
I like to put my cheek up against mom's belly and talk. Just jabber about anything: the weather, the dirty dishes, our plans for the night or the future. The bigger the belly, the more I talk. It's as though someone I've never met has suddenly become a best friend. Want to know what I did today? I'll ask. She'll kick a reply, or wiggle her butt. Then I'll begin, making no sense and speaking without a plan. Just like that. She'll be born in a matter of weeks, and I'll be ecstatic when she arrives.

Still, I'll miss the belly talks.Site Meter
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Jun. 8th, 2004 @ 06:06 pm Ronald Reagan
Current Music: The Scientist-Coldplay-A Rush Of Blood To The Head
He's the Republican JFK. I don't know why, but he is. Sad but sweet but strange but true.Site Meter
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