Monday, February 16, 2009

Roll over and play dead

Just as I was getting ready to hit PUBLISH POST on a sweet little ditty about the mother who forgot my birthday, she called and left a voice mail. Damn it. I was so enjoying that mockery. 9:37 pm. Better late than never. Except not in this case, as it has interfered with deliciously snarky blogging.

It is interesting to note, though, that my youngest brother--the sibling I talk to the least often--was actually the first to contact me today. And here I thought he just used that blackberry to schedule booty calls. Apparently, Text T was sandwiched in between Go to the gym and Get some in his day planner. I am honored to have earned that coveted time slot.

Otherwise, the day was pretty uneventful. I'm on service with an attending physician who thinks he's Patch Adams. As he asked a 25 year old patient about his leg pain during rounds today, he tenderly rubbed the guy's stomach. The dude might have enjoyed that if, say, he had been a Labrador retriever; but, in this case, it did not have the desired calming effect.

As someone who prefers her own personal space, I spent the whole day trying not to scream, BOUNDARIES. People have BOUNDARIES.

Two students on my team knew that it was my birthday. I told them both, "If you say so much as a word in front of Patch over there, I'll kill you. Both of you. Slowly. The last thing I want here is to kick off my 28th year with a belly rub."


deboo said...

Oooooh, a belly rub? I can think of worse things... but not on rounds. Not in front of... s-t-r-a-n-g-e-r-s. Eeeuuww!

Happy Birthday, T!!! I hope you have something fun planned. Ah, I remember being 28. God, I miss that time! Enjoy, girl. Enjoy!


gitz said...


And I'd freaking hit the guy with my crutches if he gave me a belly rub. People in the hospital are in enough pain without having to deal with pains in the ass.

Just sayin' ...

It would be great if you could find a medical job to take up house calls or something... and it would be your job to come hang out with me and make fun of other people. But I guess that would be more of a birthday present for me than you. :)

Sassy Sundry said...

Happy Birthday, Terroni!


Shan said...

Whoa T! Ha HA! That would have been a seriously awkward thing to watch. I prefer THIS distance myself and sometimes had a hard time at work being as close to people (as you have to be in dental situations) without a mask and gloves. Lately I've been working on consciously hugging my friends to make it more of a habit. I'm no Patch A.

Oh my, but that was entertaining!

Speaking of entertainment, HAPPY BIRTHDAY T!!!!!! I hope you had at least a little fun after hours yesterday. Many Blessings to youuu!

.j.william. said...

happy birthday late! wishing you non-hallucinogenic glasses of wine.

Eric said...

Happy birthday, T! That belly rub thing is flippin' weird.

☆Susan☆ said...

I'd probably like the belly rub. Why yes, I *am* an attention whore. I already told you, but I'll tell you again, Happy Birthday! Fun plans with Graci?

MmeBenaut said...

Happy Birthday Terroni! I'm sorry that I'm so late - having some drama at home - and missed the opportunity to give you a cyber tummy rub that wouldn't have hurt a bit. Personally I love tummy rubs but maybe not from Patch Adams.

Anonymous said...

That just sound uncomfortably ticklish.

Happy Birthday!

Terroni said...

Thank you for all of the birthday wishes, friends!

dive said...

Belated happy birthday, T!
Sheesh! Twenty-eight? Are people still that young?

Maria said...


I mean, I can see a shoulder or even a head pat, but a STOMACH is off the grid. As Liv's kindergarten teacher used to say, "Hands to ourselves, children. Hands to ourselves."