Friday the 13th

This morning, I slept in until 7:30. It was great after waking up at 4:30 every other morning this week (except for Wednesday when I woke up at 6:00) to go to boot camp before going to the SIR conference.

As I was getting ready, I noticed that I'm missing some eyelashes on the right. It's like they broke off or something. For someone with short eyelashes to begin with, that is not good.

Next, I went to the doctor for the first pelvic exam I've had in, oh, six years. You know that I was looking forward to that. The worst part, really, was weighing in. I weigh what?!? Ugh.

Just as I was about to lie down for the exam, my beeper went off. Now, before I left work last Friday, I checked to be absolutely sure that I was off on Friday. I spent the entire week revelling in the fact that I had Friday off with nothing to do after my doctor's appointment but hang out with Rowdy.

But no. I saw what I wanted to see on the vacation schedule and not reality. I was indeed scheduled to work. Fortunately, I was on rotations that were flexible, but still...arrrgghh!

At first, I was furious with everyone but myself. Then I was just mad at myself for being an idiot. Finally, I was grateful that Rowdy and I weren't able to book a cruise for this weekend or anything else that would've taken me away from town. It all worked out fine, but...ugh.

The week at the Society of Interventional Radiology Scientific Meeting was great. My favorite part was meeting up with so many people I haven't seen for ages and ages. The workshops and seminars had good takehome points that I'm looking forward to using in my practice. Oh, and I am now on a Women in IR committee. Yay!