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On Qualifying Myself

Posted by Lissa on April 4, 2019

One of the interesting things I’ve realized by going back to school is that how I think I am presenting myself is NOT the same as how I actually come across.

I grew up with classic Middle Child Syndrome. I’ve always been an apple polisher, trying to prove to my teachers what a Smart Girl I am. It wasn’t brown-nosing for grades – I never kissed up because I wanted them to give me an A+ rather than a A- – but rather brown-nosing for approval. “Look Teacher, I’m working hard! I’m paying attention! I’ll bang your chalkboard erasers! Please like me!!”

I thought I’d mostly grown out of it in the fifteen years since I graduated college, but apparently it’s a classroom default for me. I have to really clamp down on my urge to be the first to have my hand up, the first to answer the question, the first to respond to open-ended discussions, etc., etc.

As I said at the beginning, here’s the interesting part for me: I’m just now realizing that how I want to be received is not at all how I will be received.

I think that I’m proving my worthiness to be in class. I’m proving my intelligence, my willingness to pay attention and work hard, and in return I hope to be recognized as a Good Girl / Smart Girl.

But I’m surrounded by children (my lab partner is not-quite-21) and grizzled, veteran nurse-professors. No one CARES whether I’m a Good Girl And A Smart Girl. No one thinks I have to suck up or prove that I’m Paying Attention, Really I Am!! Instead, they just think I’m showing off.

That’s a hard pill for me to swallow. It’s natural to every fiber of my being to try to qualify myself to my fellow students and especially to my professors. But I’m realizing that it probably irritates the shit out of everyone around me.

This week’s goal: Keep my mouth shut at least half the time I’d like to pop off with an answer. I don’t know if I’m capable of that amount of self-discipline, but there’s one way to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


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Agonist vs. Antagonist: Lost Opportunities for Metaphor

Posted by Lissa on March 25, 2019

I am having such a hard time keeping my mouth shut right now!

My professor is giving us a Pharmacodynamics lecture and explaining the difference between an agonist and an antagonist. Basically, an agonist binds to a receptor and produces a response that mimics a natural body response; an antagonist binds to a receptor and prevents that natural response from occuring. Both have an affinity for the receptor site but one acts, the other prevents action.

A few slides before this, my prof greatly amused herself (and us) by explaining the concept of intrinsic activity as follows:

“So, you know, you meet someone, and sometimes the hormones are just like PING! That’s like what a drug with intrinsic activity does when it binds to a receptor – it’s going to elicit an intense response! So think when you and that person biiiiiiiiiiiind” (wink wink) “there could be fireworks! Or, you know, someone who doesn’t have that ability to activate the receptor after binding . . . womp womp, not such an intense response. Too bad so sad, maybe next time you should just Netflix and chill.”

What does this have to do with agonists and antagonists?

I am DYING to explain antagonists as follows:

“Ever heard of a cockblocker? The hot chick’s friend who hangs out at her side all night and keeps sketchy guys from scoring? That’s an antagonist! She’s not actively making it with the hot chick, but she’s blocking any dick from getting entrance.”

Super scientific and easy to remember, if I do say so myself!


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The SJWs have made it into medicine

Posted by Lissa on March 24, 2019

Good morning everyone! I hope you’re having a splendid weekend!

As I mentioned in my I’m back! post, I recently started Nursing School. Very recently, in fact. As in, the first week of January recently. And it took exactly one hour and seven minutes for me to encounter the first whiffs of SJW infiltration.

My Health Assessment class started at 7:30 A.M. sharp on Monday morning. The professor reviewed the syllabus and began explaining “The Interview”: the process by which you introduce yourself to the patient and begin gathering data about their health (or lack thereof). We talked about properly identifying the patient using name and at least one other piece of data, usually their date of birth. And then at 8:37 A.M., she said this:

“So you’ll say Hi, my name is [Lissa] and I’ll be your student nurse today. May I please have your name and date of birth? and what is your preferred pronoun?”

Wait, what?

Seeing the confused / gobsmacked / soul-crushingly disgusted looks on her students’ faces, my professor confirmed the instruction:

“Yes, they will look at you like you’re crazy. Especially in this area of Florida, where as likely as not it’s someone elderly who has never heard of being transgender. But up on the screen you’ll see a snippet from HHS-1557, which among other things says that any healthcare provider that accepts federal funds – and that’s ALL the hospitals around here – can’t discriminate on basis of gender or transgenderism. That means that we can’t assume their gender. And THAT means you’ll need to ask every patient what their preferred pronoun is, whether you – and maybe the patient – finds it ridiculous, or not.”

Here’s the relevant section of 1557:

Section 1557 builds on prior Federal civil rights laws to prohibit sex discrimination in health care. The
final rule requires that women be treated equally with men in the health care they receive and also
prohibits the denial of health care or health coverage based on an individual’s sex, including
discrimination based on pregnancy, gender identity, and sex stereotyping. The final rule also requires
covered health programs and activities to treat individuals consistent with their gender identity. [emphasis mine]

Sixty-seven minutes. That’s how long I made it in Nursing School thinking that evidence-based practice was going to be the arbiter of good performance and I’d left the politically-correct BS behind.

Do you know what it’s going to do to my relationship with my patient when I ask them what their preferred pronoun is? He or she is going to think I’m a lunatic, that’s what.

Now don’t get me wrong – I will treat transgender patients to the best of my ability and with utmost respect, as I will treat any patient. If I encounter an individual whose gender identity isn’t clear, of course I would ask how he or she would like to be addressed. That’s my responsibility as a healthcare provider.

But we’re not talking about Best Practices here. We’re not talking about using my judgment to decide when I need to lead with a pronoun inquiry or if I can comfortably assume that the seventy-year-old man wearing suspenders, trousers, and a smoking jacket doesn’t need to be asked how he identifies. We ARE talking about hospitals making policies in order to follow federal guidelines and laws that result in requiring nurses to ask about gender pronouns in the first thirty seconds of encountering a patient.

This is madness.

P.S. More fun? We went over pedigree/genotype charts, in which you trace back the patient’s family and note any genetic, mental, physical etc. problems that have manifested in their relatives. I raise my hand.

“Professor? So if the patient is a biological male, but identifies as a female and wants us to use female pronouns, how do we diagram that on a genotype chart? Do we use the square for a male or the circle for a female?”

The professor looked as though she wanted to swallow cyanide.

“Um . . . well . . . I’d . . . I’d write both, with a slash between them. That’s the best way to cover your bases.”

P.P.S. Page 1297 of my Davis’s Drug Guide specifies that there are different doses of zolpidem for males and females. The recommended intermezzo (middle of the night) sublingual tablet for an adult male is 3.5 mg, while it’s only 1.75 mg for adult women. Should I dose them according to their biological sex, or their preferred gender identity? Zolpidem is Ambien, by the way. You think we should be careful to get that dosage right??

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Life comes at you fast

Posted by Lissa on March 19, 2019

7:10 PM: “Gronk, you made peepee in the little potty! I’m so proud of you!”


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Things are a little bit different now!

Posted by Lissa on March 17, 2019

Hello, everyone!! How ARE you?? What’s going ON???

There’s no non-awkward way to come back after a 2.5 year hiatus (and much, much longer than that for regular blogging). There’s no smooth transition or easy segue. But who needs easy anyway? Not me!

So here are some things that have happened recently:

  • My boys are growing! Bigger, smarter, and (sometimes) sassier each day. I’ve used various aliases for the kids over the years, so let’s re-introduce them:
    • Son #1 = Doogie Howser*, age 6. He’s incredibly sweet and earnest, scarily smart, and VERY concerned that everyone follow the rules. As the biggest and the oldest of the clan, he’s the default leader. As a younger sibling myself, I thought that meant that he would be the most independent and fearless, but that’s not his character. It’s almost the opposite: when he doesn’t have his built-in entourage (i.e., one or both of his youngest brothers) he becomes shy and hesitant. A general needs an army to lead!
      *Doogie Howser is the best I can come up with right now, but I hope to find a better moniker.
    • Son #2 = Casanova, age 4. Oh my LORD, this child! He believes that the entire female half of the species exists to coddle him, cuddle him, admire him, and generally provide for his every want. Sadly, he seems to be right: he’s a VERY good-looking kid, which when combined with his charm makes every woman melt. He thinks nothing of asking to be picked up and hugged by near-strangers, nor of kissing the occasional random 13-year-old girl at Disney World before running off. (Yes, this really happened.) He’s also SCARY smart – I’d guess he reads at about a first or second grade level. I think he may take over the world someday, and I’m not at all convinced that he’s going to be a benevolent dictator.
    • Son #3 = Little Gronk, age 2. This kid is either rambunctiously, riotously happy or melodramatically devastated, with very little in between. His favorite activity in life is to jump. He prefers height jumps – i.e., off the couch onto the floor – but will hop up and down on the ground when that’s the only option. He’s also a giant, metaphorically speaking: he’s in the top 10% of his weight and height cohorts, and unbelievably agile. There’s statistically zero chance that any of my kids will become professional athletes, but if any of them did it would DEFINITELY be Gronk.
    • Watching the three of them play and interact is a never-ending amusement (except when they occasionally try to kill each other). I am very, VERY grateful I have three boys; I never have to arrange for a play date, we just pack up and go.
  • My wonderful husband remains my wonderful husband. That’s a more private relationship (and he’s kind of a private person) so I won’t say much about it – just know that he’s still awesome.
  • My politics have gone off the rails. I pretty much don’t believe anything that any politician says nowadays, including the words “and” and “the.” I’m focusing on tending my own garden and crabbily telling people to get off my lawn and leave me the hell alone.
  • One of the reasons my politics went off the rails is that I don’t follow the Standard American Diet (SAD) anymore. I read a lot about how that monstrosity got established and what it does to your body, as well as literature establishing the science of my current low-carb, high-fat diet, and lost forever my faith that The Established Wisdom Must Be True. No, it was all of a load of crap, and if they f*^*ed up THAT badly, for THAT long, with THAT AMOUNT of catastrophic results, over FOOD – what else did The Establishment screw up? I just assume “everything” – it saves time.
  • And finally, the most recent big change: I quit finance and went back to school. If all goes well, I’ll graduate with my ASN (Associate of Science in Nursing) in July 2021 and sit for the NCLEX in August. That’s right, after fifteen years of being a cubicle monkey I’m learning to take blood pressures, look up drugs in my Davis’ guide, do cardiac and respiratory assessments, and fun stuff like that. So far I LOVE it!!

So, that’s me nowadays! Why am I coming back to the blog? (Or, let’s be honest – intending to come back to the blog. We’ll see how it goes.)

Stories. I have stories, and I want to record them and share them.

Between the kids and the new experiences in nursing, I have things I want to say. Things that I think are entertaining, or that I want to remember. And apparently texting my close girlfriends isn’t scratching the itch.

Who wants to come along and play? 😉

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… am I back?

Posted by Lissa on March 15, 2019

… I might be back …

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In case you’re wondering why I don’t blog anymore…

Posted by Lissa on October 5, 2016

Schedule for Tuesday, October 4, 2016:

6 AM to 7:30 AM: Wake up, nurse the baby. Brush teeth and change from PJ’s into workout clothes. Mike cooks bacon for the older boys. Prep sippy cups. Once they wake at 6:35, do potty breaks, diaper changes, clothes and shoes for school, and breakfast (with Mike’s help). Pack up four bottles for Son#3.

7:30 AM to 8:05 AM: Drop three boys at preschool. Almost break down in tears because the older boys are being rambunctiously noisy, wrestling, laughing, and gleefully shrieking defiance at me when I scold them.

8:05 AM to 8:20 AM: Drive home from preschool, taking the opportunity to call the doctor and schedule an appointment for Son#3 (yeast infection). Call preschool and ask them to have Son#3 ready for pickup at 1:30 PM.

8:20 AM: Chug down a double espresso with MCT oil, fill up a running bottle, grab Garmin watch and Bluetooth headphones.

8:25 AM to 9:05 AM: Warm up, jog 5K.

9:05 AM to 9:40 AM: Shower, dress, hair, and makeup. Pack up breastmilk equipment and cooler bag.

9:40 to 10:05 AM: Drive to office meeting, hands-free pumping all the way. Moooooo. Rinse out pumping equipment and store breastmilk in cooler.

10:05 to 11:45 AM: Monday office meeting

11:45 AM to 12 PM: Drive to Sam’s Club.

12 PM to 12:45 PM: Buy toilet paper, bacon, etc. Buy snacks for Son#1’s party in two weeks. Marvel at the crazy crowds, then realize that people are stocking up for the storm this weekend.

12:45 PM to 1:10 PM: Drive home. Unpack groceries. Gulp down another double espresso with MCT oil.

1:10 PM to 1:30 PM: Call preschool and remind them of 1:30 pickup. Drive over to pick up Son#3 while pumping breastmilk. Mooooo. Rinse out pumping equipment and store breastmilk in cooler.

1:30 to 2:15 PM: Drive Son#3 over to doctor. Confirm that he has yeast infection/jock itch and that diaper cream makes it worse; confirm that patches on his face are eczema and should be moisturized; receive reassurance that his cold is not serious and his lungs sound fine.

2:15 PM to 2:40 PM: Take Son#3 to Target to buy medicated lotions for both conditions

2:40 PM to 3 PM: Drop Son#3 off at preschool. Discuss medications and treatment with preschool ladies; fill out forms.

3 PM to 4 PM: Drive to Publix. Use opportunity to call MyGym and ask about upcoming party logistics for Son#1. Grocery shopping.

4 PM to 4:15 PM: Drive home and unpack groceries

4:30 PM to 5 PM: Pick basil from backyard and make caprese salad; sit and eat lunch while pumping. Mooooooooo!

5 PM to 5:30 PM: Fix dinner: chicken thighs, dipped in melted butter and mustard then coated in breadcrumbs and parmesan, for Mike; chicken thighs covered in cheddar cheese for me. Put in oven.

5:30 PM to 6:15 PM: Vacuum disgusting floor around dinner table (Son#2 threw rice everywhere) and playroom (Belvita and cereal bar crumbs abound). Set table, pour milk, uncork and pour wine. Mix up pumpkin bread batter and put into oven when chicken is done; chicken goes into bottom oven on Keep Warm.

6:15 PM to 7:15 PM: Boys home! Feed fussy Son#3 a bottle while Mike handles dinner with the older kids. Change Son#3’s diaper and put him down for a nap, then supervise the end of dinner for Son#2. With Mike’s help, get both boys sitting on the potty.

7:15 PM to 7:30 PM: Eat chicken and steamed green beans. Sip at glass of wine.

7:30 PM to 8 PM: Put away leftovers. (Mike clears table as always – much appreciated!) Wipe up from potty, brush teeth, get boys into pajamas, prep overnight sippy cups and teethers, read bedtime story.

8 PM to 8:50 PM: Unload drainboard and dishwasher, reload dishwasher, scrub baking dishes and mixing bowls. (Thank god, Mike deals the nightly drama of Sons 1 and 2 – climbing out of bed, insisting on potty breaks, turning off the white noise machine, crawling under beds, etc. – and finally puts Son#2 in the baby’s crib.)

8:50 PM to 9:15 PM: Try on dresses and shoes for upcoming work VIP Gala. Ask Mike to take pictures to ascertain which dress photographs better.

9:15 PM to 9:50 PM: Return to kitchen to complete washing up. Slice and box pumpkin bread for boss’s mom (broken hand) and preschool teacher (lost a granddaughter). Write sympathy cards to both. Box up extra pumpkin bread for team members at office. Write and mail thank you notes to Bro #2 and dad.

9:50 to 10:30 PM: Nurse the baby, change diaper (medicated creams!), and put Son#3 to sleep (Mike having moved sleeping Son#2 back to his own bed)

10:30 PM to 11:15 PM: Make my lunch for tomorrow. Prep sippy cups for big boys. Make four bottles for Son#3. Wipe down counters. Finish glass of wine.

11:15 PM to 11:30 PM: Brush teeth, wash face, etc.

11:30 PM to 11:45 PM: Collapse into bed. Read for 10 minutes. Go to sleep!

P.S. I wouldn’t trade a minute of my wonderful life. But it doesn’t leave time for blogging 🙂

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Larry Correia tweeted me!!!!

Posted by Lissa on November 21, 2014

Well damn. This is TOTALLY worth reopening the blog!!!


Here’s the pic in question:


And here’s the link.

Larry Correia. Damn.

UPDATE: The tweet got Favorited by Drawn Cutlass. SQUEE!

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Happy birthday to meeeee!!!

Posted by Lissa on June 12, 2014

Hands down, this has been the best year of my life.

Just like last year.

And the year before.

I like this pattern. 🙂



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Gardening! Also, I’m smarter than the folks at Home Depot.

Posted by Lissa on June 10, 2014

If not smarter, I’m at least more open-minded 🙂

We moved to a new house in October 2013. Only half a mile down the road from our old house, it gave us another bedroom, another bathroom, a nicer pool, and an actual backyard. The only thing I miss about the old place (besides the neighbors*) is my garden. My rosemary bushes were all about waist high; I still had parsley and Greek oregano and thyme and a few other herbs.

I didn’t want to dig up the lawn and make a garden bed, so I decided to try to imitate this idea instead.

I put the pic on my phone and asked the lady at the front of Home Depot what she recommended for the grate. She didn’t really understand what I was asking for so she called the Garden Guy to the front desk. He hemmed and hawed and told me there was nothing in the garden section that would serve; I should go ask the folks down at Lumber. Which I did.

Lumber Guy thought really hard and brought me to the gate section. Thick, sturdy fencing securely attached to a rigid metal border. Perfect! . . . wait, does that price tag really say $159??? Holy crap!

Lumber Guy agreed that it was a pretty expensive solution and recommended that I build a frame of two-by-fours and staple fencing to it. I explained that I don’t do home improvement stuff, just garden stuff. I wanted to tell him I don’t do staple guns, only real guns, but it didn’t seem productive. He regretfully told me there was nothing in the store that would suit my purposes.

So I wandered around until I found the security bars to put over windows and decided they would suit just fine. THEN I went out to the garden section to measure bags of potting soil and discovered the garden-fence-section racks. PERFECT. *EXACTLY* what I needed.

A few sawhorses, bags of potting soil, seed packets and assembly later, I had the makings of my garden:



Next post I’ll show you how my seedlings are doing!

*It may seem funny that moving half a mile down the road has such a drastic impact on how much I hang out with the nice ladies by the old house, but it does. We all have kids. Whereas previously I could poke my head out and see if anyone was outside playing, I now have to text them and work out schedules to visit. I’ve lost that casual the-whole-neighborhood-is-chatting-at-the-corner vibe.

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