Ok so I forgive you

The first thing my preceptor did when I walked in after lunch today was apologize. Apparently when I left the drug rep-sponsored lunch early to go home today and check my email, he thought I was leaving because he was involved in some anti-Obama talk with the drug reps (who are apparently acquaintances of his at this point). While the conversation was not my favorite, I have learned to keep my mouth shut about such matters, and that was not at all why I was leaving. I really appreciated his sensitivity in the matter, however, and he was very sincere in his apology. Bonus point for the preceptor.
This afternoon was a little bit more interesting than the morning. No cool procedures, but I got to do some good patient education (my favorite, I'm so hokey), and I kept pretty busy. I'm definitely learning to run an appointment faster and still managing to get my notes done, so I'm proud of that. Definitely need to be studying up on my medications more, and I need to learn to remember to not forget the details....is that possible?

On a completely unrelated matter, today I took a step class at the local gym. Now, I'm not a "step class" kind of girl. I'm much happier doing squats and bench presses and all the "boy" type stuff with weights and what-not. My cardiovascular fitness is lacking, however, and I know that in a class I am way too competitive to not keep up, so I got my little steppy thing and planted it down in the very front row. Unfortunately, I did not look around to notice that everyone else had only put one lifty thing (riser) on each side underneath their step. I...the genius that I am...had placed two on each side, creating a much higher step.

Everyone else:

Me:

Bad idea. Let me first say that the woman teaching the class was overweight AND six-months pregnant. She still managed to kick my ass for 50 minutes of hell. I left the room with jello legs and a cherry-red face. I would say "never again," but the sick and disgusting part was that it was the best cardio work-out I have had in years, so I'll probably go back...because I'm competitive like that.

PS - my class was NOT this cool (but I wish it had been):


The End.