Introducing....

The 4th Floor Clinical Pharmacy Specialist!!! I found out a week and a half ago that I was selected for the clinical pharmacy position on the acute medicine floor that the VA. I'm pretty excited. Acute care has always been my love - now I finally get to flourish in my love. :) I don't have an official start date yet. They have to hire a pharmacist to take my place (apparently they haven't realized that I'm irreplacable! HA!). I'm hoping to start the new position in August - but I won't hold my breath. As part of my new position, I will now be responding with the Code Team. Yea - I'm still a little nervous about that. Honestly, when the code pager drops, my heart races. So - I'm hoping that becomes less with time. I did respond to my first code ever last week. I got to work at 10:30 and the code pager dropped at 10:35. I decided that it was now or never. I took off running out the door. I passed my supervisor in the basement hallway. I told him that there was a code on the 5th floor and I wanted to go. His reponse was - "Well, keep runnin' girl!" So I did. I ran my little ass all the way up the stairs to the third floor. I realized that I was taking 2 stairs at a time. Then I realized that I was a bit winded and still had 2 flights of stairs to go. I walked to the 4th floor and crawled to the 5th floor. My legs felt like iron barrels when I got to the door to the ward. I tried to compose myself and walked into the room. The RN turned to me and said, "Oh honey, did you run all the way up here from the basement?" I replied "Uh-huh" (actually forming words would've taken too much oxygen). She smiled and said, "I hate to tell you but he's ok." I smiled and mumbled something about that being great news. She then offered me the oxygen mask. I must've looked like hell. I tried to walk back down the stairs, but my legs had turned from iron to rubber. I wasn't able to make them go down the stairs. I crawled back over to the elevator and rode down to the basement. Note to self - you can't do chest compressions if you can't breath on your own. Perhaps next time I'll take the elevator to the 5th floor. I learned that my adrenaline rush lasts for 3 flights of stairs and then it dies. The pain of sucking air lasts for 3 hours. Code team here I come! :)

I Heart Nascar

Check out the 88 gear on this woman! :) Holy cow - I'm a redneck. I went to my first Nascar race this past weekend and now I'm hooked. I have 3 Junior shirts, a Junior hat, and a Junior beer bottle holder. I used to watch it with Jamie because he loved it. Now I'm watching it because I love it. Saturday was so exciting. The cars rumbling, the bleachers rattling, and the screaming - it was better than any rock concert I've ever been to. The fact that I got to share this experience with Jamie was even better. The look of excitement on his face was unbelievable. This was some serious tailgating. We partied for 12 hours before the race. My God, we were pulling out of the hotel parking lot at 6:30AM. These people KNOW how to tailgate.

The race itself was incredible. Jamie said it was quite possibly the best one he's ever seen at Richmond. Kurt Bush was in a hell of a crash. Michael Waltrip got put into the wall right infront of our seats. Watching Junior pull to the front was incredible. I never thought I'd be yelling and screaming for a Nascar driver. I was excited - excited like I've never been about a sport before (except when WVU beat Louisville in triple overtime at Mo'Town!). When Junior, Hamlin, and Kyle Bush were 3 wide in the back stretch, I was screaming my head off. When Junior passed Kyle Bush in turn 2 (and consequently, right in front of my seat) I was actually jumping up and down. We were screaming and jumping. I thought I was going to see Junior's first win since May 2006. But then Kyle Bush slammed him into the wall. @&#$ing cheating Kyle Bush! Even though Junior didn't win - it was an awesome race. And all I have to say is - I heart Nascar!!! :)

The funniest thing I saw all day: