the f word three times?!?

The holiday parties this year were a lot more tame, compared to last year. The peds one was at the same place, Grand Lux. The food was not as great as I remember it being and I somehow made myself designated driver and only had two glasses of wine. I think it involved either refraining from drinking or standing outside in the cold waiting for a bus. I hate public transportation.

The medicine party was at Fulton's on the River, which I thought was the same place as last year because it started with an F and involved the River but actually, last year we had the party at Flatwater. I definitely had more than two drinks at the medicine party since I wasn't driving and the food was AMAZING. Filet mignon! Chocolate souffle! omg.

Last night, I was post-call and totally exhausted but we made it up to Hopleaf for a "Chadventicus" event. Channakah/Advent/Festivus. It was fun to see the whole NICU team out and about, enjoying good Belgian food and beer! I had this raspberry beer that starts with an F. I'm suddenly blanking on the name, but it was awesome.

But the real inspiration for the title of this post is a text-page that I was woken up to, at 5am from my intern:
"fucking fuck faces... i'm here with a new admit... fuckers."

I figured I should get up and see what this new admit was about. She makes me laugh. The intern, not the patient. :)

We had a busy night... Any time it's busy in the NICU, I think "like old times"! There have been some changes to Indiana Medicaid and the way that our OB department takes patients so business in the NICU has been relatively slow... but it's starting to pick up again, much to my chagrin.

I have my first day off today in 2 weeks. Sigh. I think I'm going to finish up my Christmas shopping and I'm going to search for Orange Flower Water, for these special cookies I'm bringing in tomorrow.