dork-a-licious it is, obi-wan...

i'm thinking that this post might actually belong in a couple other blogs i know..., and then again it might just be that i am a bit of a dork deeeep down inside...

i am in the process of converting my itunes library into MP3 format, so that i can squash a bunch of albums onto one cd, and therefore have a lot more storage space for my music.

when i first got my ipod, a good friend of mine was kind enough to talk/walk me through the computer process of an ipod, and there was a lot of stressing on my part because i am terrified of computers. they always seem to have something wrong with them and in some sort of process of breaking down.

for some reason (mikshir, would you like to chime in??), everything was imported into my itunes as mpeg4 which is not as user friendly as mp3 format. now that i realize that mp3 is "better" and makes more sense, i now have to convert a lot of the files so that i can compile them better. and so here's the thing i have discovered (maybe mikshir already knows...) that i HATE about itunes:

• if you have imported anything purchased from itunes in as mpeg4, you are now screwed (unless you know someone that can rectify this, hint, hint.). i tried to convert the mpeg4 files into mp3 format, and itunes won't let me do this because "the files are protected". this sucks, because i was going to put all my jack johnson albums into one folder and burn it, but i can't now.

and in the weirdest way, i feel cheated. i feel tricked. i feel like a knucklehead who should've known better. sigh. what is in store for me and itunes? if this romance going to last? is there hope for some sort of reconciliation? i think that on some level, i will, in time, be able to forgive itunes for this, but i still feel that it's a little unfair. is it not enough that they have my money, my time spent organizing, uploading, and listening to my beloved music and audiobooks in their pricey fomat? am i going to have to freaking repurchase my music so that i can burn in mp3?? who put the bop in the bop shoo bop?!?

This ass-wiping is taking TOO LONG!!!

aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh........

my third rotation is officially over. nights suck, but the pay kicks ass, and i find it odd that i went on to last night's shift with four hrs sleep, and i'm super wide awake. (one cup of magically delicious coffee) i have a feeling i just might pass out in lotus' car later. (we're supposed to go to this buddhist cult camp later this morning..) hopefully she will park her car in the garage so i won't cook in the daytime sun...

SURVEY SAYS!!:

trauma is drama. tonight i saw a young (model-catalog looking) couple sitting together on a gurney in one of the open aisles in the ER. he's sandy blonde wearing a white 70's tux/john travolta suit with big blue lapels. she's brunette wearing a matching white dress, the hem of the dress so short, when she sat on the gurney, the dress hitched up so high i could see her panty line between the slit. oh yeah, and her tits were about to fall out the middle of shirt. they are both crying pathetically.

HIM: "but there were like 10 police cars and like 10 ambulances there and no one could get you to wake up. and how was i supposed to feel then? what was i supposed to do then?"

HER: whimpering sounds. wipes her eyes.

HIM: "let's get going..."

they get up and head out, and word was that she drank too much and passed out cold. they looked so silly walking down the hallway to leave with those ridiculous matching outfits on, hope it was worth the 1k ambulance "cab ride" to the hospital...

i have a fast growing (as in to the expotential power) list of people who are NOT allowed to stick, poke, prod, suction, or install anything in me. which pretty much means i'm gonna have to go to the other side of the world for health care...

a 500 lb (don't leave out the 7 ounces) woman who should've had gastric bypass surgery a long long long time ago. omg the stench of the underside of her belly was nauseauting as i lifted this giant mass with both hands and then had to hold the flap up with one arm, and then PULL up ANOTHER mass with my other hand, and THEN DO THIS AGAIN just to expose the underside of her belly so it could be cleaned. she had skin ulcers and lesions everywhere. it took five of us to roll her back and forth on her bed so that we could clean her fecal matter up and change her sheets.

and one of the toppers: SHOGUN - DO NOT READ!!!

a woman whose motor cycle fell on her left leg (common incident, btw..). she was pinned and tried to pull her leg out from under the bike. she ended up dislocating her left foot AND ripping open her flesh, about 4 inches. when we came into the room to sedate her, the leg bone was NOT connected to the ankle bone, but rather jutting out through this gash. after about 15 min in the room assisting, i thought, "fucking a... it is gonna suck big, hairy elephantitis balls if i pass out in this itty-bitty room because i sure as fuck am feeling a little queasy.." at that moment one doc held her shin in place and bent her knee while the other pulled hard on her foot to realign the bones and set that puppy back in place. when the reconnection made this curious, vacuum-like, squishy sound, i knew it was over for me.

i very quietly excused myself from the room, turned left twice, went into a bathroom, locked the door, and almost passed out. sit down. felt better. ok, now worse... my, that floor looks like it really wants me to take a little nap on it. but wow, the toilet is seductively beckoning me to hurl everything in my stomach into it. the very contemplation of whether to lay on the floor and pass out, or ralph in the toilet gave me just enough distraction to get a little blood flowing, and i felt immediately better. nothin like a little shock to wake one up at two forty-five am. i actually felt a little invigorated when the blood started circulating through my head again. when i looked in the mirror, i was horrified - i was a sickly yellowish grey color.. blech.

ummm, i think i saw about ten to fifteen packages of "pork & beans" than i'd rather not have..

one baby c-sectioned. got a little light headed when the docs just aggressively cut away at mom to extract baby.

i was assisting in a retaping of an intubation tube.. the patient was totally out, but still had some reflexes. the RT who i was assisting is kind of an idiot, but he knows his RT shit. anyway, as i was retaping, the patient's hand went up in the air and towards his mouth. the RT says to the patient, "it's ok, man. she doesn't need your help. thanks anyway." i was caught off guard and had to stiffle my laugh for the rest of the taping. that was at about four am this morning, i get a little giggly when i'm tired.

and believe it or not, there are some dull moments...

grumble grumble

things that bother me at 4.20 am:

• drivers that use thier left turn signal to change lanes to the right.
• oh, and sore feet and lower back because i'm still not used to sitting in crappy chairs all night
• getting the munchies at 2 am.
• having to talk to other people who have morning breath.
• getting lost in thought on monotonous drive home and snap out of it not knowing what time of day it is, nor where i'm headed.

ah yes, and the all time fav:

• getting off 2 hrs early, getting home to find al the good spots on the street taken, and then having a spot open up right in front of my house as i walk inside.