Mamma Mia!

Mamma Mia!

03-11-08

So, another week of family medicine has come and gone. This one was pretty much the same as the week before… LOL~ ugg. In anycase, I am trying to enjoy the “vacation” but in all honesty, I enjoyed the hard work and intensity of my sub-I’s. I am just a tad bored with sinusitis, diabetes, coughs, flu, upper respiratory infections, anxiety, depression, and hypertension (high blood pressure). But, even in the repetitive environment of family medicine we do get to see some very interesting cases! Just a few days ago we sent a patient to the hospital with pericarditis; we also had a patient in which we suspected sepsis that was sent straight to the hospital; Henoch-Schonlein purpura (well, but of course I will find that interesting, as this was in a 7 year old pt :o) ).

Dad said that I should reconsider working in an outpatient setting and think about a combination (hospital and outpatient). The reality is that I will have to see next year. It might be that I am the way I am because I ran out of gas (this is truly the end of the year for me), or that these are adults that can be somewhat needy at times, or that… I just need to stop being whiney :o) I have 1.5 weeks left at this rotation and then 2 weeks of pediatric neurology!!!!

As for other news, I’ve been looking at housing for next year, and I am not finding much on the internet, so I am hoping dad would be able to come with me so we could drive there and look around. I have 3 very simple requirements—1. safe area. 2. Pets accepted in the apartment (and they may not change that rule while I’m there). 3. Washer and drier in the unit (or just hookups). Maybe if I wasn’t so picky this would have been easier. But I am known for being very picky, so… too bad.

Speaking of dad, guess what we did this weekend :o) :o) :o) I went up to the city and we saw Mamma Mia! on Broadway. It was GREAT! Until very recently I wasn’t able to bring myself to see any shows. I actually refused to go see a live show with my friends. But, I was ready on the weekend, and was ready to see it with dad. It was beautiful, but it made me cry in several spots because I thought of mom, and how she enjoyed this show with dad, and how much we still have to do that we can’t do anymore.

But it wasn’t just me and dad who were tearing up—another guy who was sitting a row or two down was dubbing at his eyes. So. Everyone has a story. Everyone always looses someone dear. But loving and living is worth it.

Here I liked this:


And this—not the best recording, but definitely shows off the colorful production and amazing cast (although this is the London Cast, I believe). Plus this one really reminds me of mom (I can see her up on stage doing her “Mogley eyes” (of the hypnotizing snake from the jungle book)… and getting the whole crowd to dance)


Dad said that in the show he saw with mom in London, the crowd was dancing in the isles. We tried to do that, but we were the only ones. Our crowd in our show was a bit sleepy!

After the show was done we went out, and we stopped behind the theater—dad was on the phone with Omer. As we were there, some of the cast members went outside (probably to grab some lunch)… so we thanked the guy who played Harry Bright for a great show. Of course, after you see a Broadway show, all you (fine, I) want to do is sing and dance… which is what I did. :o) It’s a good thing dad is used to me bursting in songs. Can you imagine how boring our lives would have been without music?

After we came back from the show and dinner, I saw Elisheva—it was so nice to see her! We sat down at the lobby and talked for a bit about this and that. Then I had to leave and go home. Bummer.

Oh, one more thing I forgot to write about—Last Thursday I decided to see if the movie En Vie La rose (or in it’s French name: La Mome) was playing in our local movie theater. This is a movie I knew was coming out and wanted to see it with mom, but never got a chance to. Anyways, I was happy to see that it was there. I went in to ask when the next showing was, and was told that it was at 21:55. This is a bit late for me, so I asked them when they were showing it tomorrow… and they told me that this was the very last show they had of this film. So I bought a ticket and even though I was very tired and knew I would be tired the next day, I went. It was wonderful. It was sad, and beautiful. I don’t think mom would have liked it, because it had too much of Edith dying in it, but… it really was good. Plus the singing was phenomenal. Savta Blanka is a big fan of Edith Piaf—because she listened to her I always liked Edith’s music. I can remember being much younger and attempting to sing along in French. It sounded something like this: Padam, padam padam, ooo voor doo sheh lo meee ooom PADAM! Or… No… rein de rein no, je ne regrerein…. LOL! OY VEY ZMIR my French is pathetic!!! I can’t believe e.ma was French and I speak only 5 words of it!



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Well, that’s about it. KC and Vega are lovely. They took well to the daylight saving time, and gotten used to getting up an hour a head, and now are once again waking me up 2 minutes before the alarm clock rings. Booger heads!

Kisses to all,

Re
PS—here is a picture of mom that I like.