H's aunt sent us yet again another Christmas card addressed to Mr. and Mrs. HfirstName HlastName.
I didn't take his last name. My formal title is Dr.*
Do I: 1. Refuse to send her a card back 2. Email her in a panic asking who this Mrs. person consorting with H may be? 3. [Insert your other creative idea here]
*No, I don't actually ask that anyone refer to me as Dr, and I understand it's not correct in personal settings for someone who is not a medical doctor. I'm really just annoyed at the name thing.
Send her a card back addressed to Mr. and Mrs. HerFirst HerMaidenName with a note that says "I liked how creative you were with our names so I decided to do the same! Fun game!"
I had an appointment with a substitute pulmonologist today - mine is on a fellowship or something. Older gentleman, clearly knew his stuff really well. I can't figure out if he spent the entire appointment talking down to me because that's what he does, because I'm female, or because I look young. Or some combination.
My experience with a whopping two pulmonologists during my lifetime is that 100% of them are arrogant jerks.
They did know their medical stuff, though.
I'm guessing it's just how he is. He had such issue with me having cats but being allergic to them. I just wanted to be like, dude, I know my asthma triggers. Only short haired cats effect me, and then it's only itchy eyes, not breathing difficulty.
I like my actual pulmonologist, though. She's great.
I had my first "why did I decide to go to nursing school" moment today. There may have been a few tears. I was all prepared to do my check off, then they changed my examiner. I felt rushed, and she kept saying "don't forget xyz" and I'm like I'm not, I'm doing it with xyz part. It was bad. In th end, she apologized for being short, and I go to do what I needed to do. Though, she did ask why I was so nervous. I'm thinking really.
I got a red velvet doughnut to soothe my bruised ego.
You will have many of these moments. They're terrible. You'll wonder if you can ever be responsible for anyone's lives (because everything you do is life or death). You'll wonder if you can even change a dressing without killing people. School is the worst. But no one tells you that.