the bet

I'm 100 dollars down. I bet Kylie she couldn't make it through the pregnancy without caffeine. I even gave her hot chocolate, which she states she didn't touch. Anyway, I lost. I was thinking about giving her the $100 in waded up ones, but I didn't. I went to the bank and got a nice, crisp $100 bill. I'm not a sore loser. And I won't even post the picture--Kylie would K-I-L-L me for posting a picture of her "for all the world to see" on my non-password protected blog.

Let's just hope she doesn't tick me off. . . then that baby will be on here!!!

Quote of the day: "HEEEELLLLLLLLLLPP!"
What Lisa yelled with a seizing baby in the lobby. I have never heard her yell so loud and with such urgency. Nor have I run so fast, ever! My heart is still trying to settle down.

pictures of Cal

Hope you enjoy them. I'm not allowed to post any of Kylie per her request, but I thought you might like to see some visitors who came to meet him today.

Quote #1 of the Day: "He's out!" by Hadley Hall, the cousin.

Quote #2 of the Day: "I know how to wrap a good burrito." What Kevin said when I asked him how he learned to swaddle so well.

Quote #3 of the Early Morning: "I'm up!" What Drew would say while doing wheelies in the wheelchair--he fell 3 times and he thought he might need an xray of his elbow after one fall in particular.

Quote #4 of the Early Morning: Well, I don't think it's appropriate for the post. But there was a nice character we'll call "PARENT" who told us all about getting off an oil derrick in the Gulf, missing a Greyhound home to meet his new child, and loads of other oddities we found hilarious at 2am.

Cal

Cal is here!

Cal Edward Easterwood finally made his entrance at 3:02am April 26th, weighing 7 lbs 5 oz and 21 in long. Mom, Dad and baby are doing well. They had a long day and night but Kylie was amazing!! He’s got quite the cone head—he came out ‘sunny side up’. He’s got long fingers and toes, and big hands. He was very alert and looking around—calm and collected just like his dad. I think he looks like Kevin but with Kylie’s lips.

I'll post more pictures later.

weeds

My family and friends know I don't do well with living things. The Money Plant I was given as a housewarming gift didn't even make it 6 months. Well, I beg your pardon, because I am growing some N-I-C-E weeds in my yard. Oh, and the two plants that I put in the garage for the winter (thought I killed) have come back to life.

And the tulip bulbs I bought last fall, forgot about, found sprouting in my garage and planted on a warm day in February actually came up. And the OU pansies returned with a little TLC from Miracle Grow.

So there. I do have a green thumb!! Or my garage does.

Quote of the Day: "The GI doctor I saw for my colonoscopy told me my colon was upside down, or something like that."

My response: I had to leave the room before I started laughing right in front of her. Could you imagine: an upside down colon. I visualize her eating out of . . . I just can't say it. I have no idea what the doctor told her but how she got an upside down colon out of it . . . .

jogging??

So, I've decided I need to lose weight, none of my clothes fit. And my supposed-to-be loose scrubs are getting a little tight around the thighs. I've joined the ladies at work in their Weight Watchers, I got the old books out. I decided I didn't need to join because I've joined twice. I know what I need to do. It's just that doing it thing.

And I've decided I need to start jogging.

I had been contemplating the jogging idea when I heard a radio DJ (AIR1 106.5 FM/89.1FM in Tulsa) talk about starting a running program. A listener called in a told her about the "Couch to 5K" plan on coolrunning.com. So I got on, printed it off, and actually went running yesterday. Well, I ran for 60sec then walked for 90sec for a whole 20 minutes!! I'm so motivated. Rebecca is running with me, mostly in front of me, but it's nice to have a fellow partner.

Our plan is to run in the Tulsa Run's 5K this fall. I'm posting this so now I have to keep with it.

My other motivation: Ali from the Biggest Loser. Didn't she look AMAZING?? I want to be that buff and I don't need to lose 112 pounds. I think I can do it!!

I'll keep you posted . . . .

smiley bella

I just had to share this picture with you. I caught it mid-yawn. Isn't she cute??

lampshade help

After I've lived in my new home for awhile, I realize I need some color in my life. I just can't live with beige all the time. I found some navy linen lamp shades but can't decide if I like them. (As you can tell, I haven't even taken off the plastic wrap. ) I need your help to decide if we like them or not. My other option would be spray painting the round shades, they are linen also. I like the navy idea, just not sure the shape is my favorite.

The Name and Foreign Objects in Ears

So, you're probably wondering how I came up with the Blog name. I get asked many times a day, "What do we call you?" My answer is always, "Just Sarah." So some people call me "That PA Sarah." One time I got yelled at by a nurse at JPH (short for Jane Phillips Hospital), "Hey you, PA." Needless to say, that was not a very nice way to be greeted. I have a name, it's Sarah. I don't even asked to be called Ms. Schmidt. It's Sarah.

I'm getting quite witty about my answers now:

"Oh, just call me Pretty"

"Miss America"

"HRH" (Short for Her Royal Highness)

Some people call me Dr. Sarah--but that's not what I am. I am not a doctor. Nor will I ever be a doctor. That's another question I get asked frequently, "When do you become a doctor?" I got so tired of answering that question that I made a brochure to have in the rooms. Maybe I'll add that here to answer all your burning questions about the PA profession.

Any suggestions for my name would be appreciated!

Question to the 3 year old patient last week:

"What did you put in your ear?"

"A rock."

"This doesn't look like a rock unless you have lemon-lime rocks in your backyard."

It ended up being a bead. We got it out by irrigating her ear with water. Note: Beads are very hard to grab on to. I just kept pushing it farther in her ear. So we relied on the syringe and warm water.

Which reminds me, ask Laura about the Lite Brite she put up her nose when she was 3. Or Mom, she loved that day!! And I got blamed for it--older siblings always get blamed.

the dogs

These are my dogs, Bella (the blonde) and Bentley (the black). I've decided Bella takes much better pictures because you can actually see her face. All of the pictures I take of Bentley you can't find his face because everything is black. If anyone knows how to get good pictures of black dogs, I'm all ears!

This is one of their favorite spots, in the front window monitoring the activites of the neighborhood.

my boyfriend and me

So one of the perks of being in the medical field is being invited to dinners. Most of the time they are boring. But I go to get a good steak, like at Fleming's and Mahogany's, at restaurants that I won't pay for myself. One of my latest adventures was to a "dinner" with Joe Montana. I don't remember what drug it was about, but I got this great picture. (So much for the signature)

What's nice about going is seeing people I know. Plus, my good friend Rebecca will usually go with me. The golden rule of going to these dinners is never go by yourself--or you'll be stuck talking to a drug rep all night! (Sorry Olivia) The bad part is waiting around for dinner. For those who know me, I eat at 5:00 sometimes 6:00 but after 6:30 I get a little cranky. Sometimes I even have to race the gray-headed folks into Furr's to get the good table. No, no I'm not that bad. . . yet.

Anyway, on this particular evening, Rebecca and I show up on time, at 5:00, and wait around for almost 2 hours. NO FOOD mind you. Finally, a line forms and we get to have our picture taken with Joe. (I've met him so I can call him by his first name) This lady grabs my purse and my water and pushes me, yes pushes, into this room. And there stands Joe. I had this great plan, I was going to introduce myself and ask him if he would mind posing like the Heisman trophy. Well, that didn't happen. I was completely dumb-founded. (He's hot) And I found myself saying, "Hi, I'm Sarah" about 10 times. What an idiot.

Oh well, at least I got a picture with him.

Rebecca and I left after that. If I knew Rebecca wouldn't kill me, I'd scan her picture too--she looks drunk and it's hilarous! But she would kill me, so I won't. I'm laughing now just thinking about that picture.

so i joined

So I joined the loads of people who blog. I totally thought there was nothing to share from my life, but I hear there are some medical people out there who blog. So, who knows. . . maybe some of my stories will make you smile, or cry, or pull your hair out. I know I do!!

Today's quote:
"So I called my father-in-law who is a high school football coach and told him about my knee pain. He told me I have a lateral menicus tear."

My thought:
I had no idea high school football coaches were trained in the medical field. Amazing!!