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[Dec. 20th, 2006|03:09 pm] |
I am officially done Christmas shopping. Courtney and I managed to clean out every downtown department store this weekend, including Toys R Us. Suffice it to say that my son will be wanting for nothing Christmas morning.
Speaking of Henry, he's been spending time with Sandy's family on a fairly regular basis. They've taken him everywhere: the museum, Navy Pier, Brookfield, you name it. He loves it, of course, but I still can't help but feel uneasy around them. Maybe it's because I'm starting to move on with my life. After Sandy died, they-along with Henry-were the last living pieces of her that I had. I'm not sure how they'll handle my being with another woman. Granted, they didn't like Sandy and I being together, but after Sandy died I think they realized that we weren't simply playing house.
I digress. I plan to focus on Henry and Courtney over the holidays. Henry will be with his grandparents Christmas Eve and with Courtney and I on Christmas Day. We plan on having a few friends over around one o'clock, so if you'd like to stop by, you're more than welcome. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In September I caught a purse-snatcher who stole ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) whackamoles's purse (30 points). Last Wednesday I pulled over and changed carter_jt's flat tire (15 points). Last Tuesday I broke _lucy_knight's X-Box (-12 points). In August dr_maggiedoyle and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points). In November I put money in interns_bounce's expired parking meter (14 points).
Overall, I've been nice (58 points). For Christmas I deserve a new dolly!
Sincerely,
kweavermd |
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[Nov. 17th, 2006|12:58 am] |
Yes, I took the NBC position. I thought it was time for something of substance to be put on television.
That's not the way it worked out. So far I've done spots on manicures and the like. That's not exactly what I had in mind when I signed on for this.
I was at a local school this afternoon, doing a piece on obesity, when a young girl began choking on her food. To make a long story short, I was able to dislodge the food using the only resources I had available. It doesn't take a whole lot of brains to guess that THAT'S what is making it onto the program. Not the threat of obesity in our children, just the dramatics. |
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| Is it November yet? |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|02:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | halloween, henry | ] |
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I hate Halloween.
I have been vomited on three times in the past hour and a half, freed various body parts from various objects, and actually pried a full-sized pumpkin off of the head of an eight year old. He wanted to prove to his little brother that if he cut a hole in the bottom it would fit.
And those are just the highlights, really.
Patients before 5pm on Halloween are usually relatively easy compared to what the evening and later will bring. Mainly children sick on candy from school parties. I am so glad I am not working the night shift.
I plan on taking Henry Trick-or-Treating to only a few houses around the neighborhood, and mainly to show off his bat costume. Then it's back home to hand out the very small amount of candy I purchased. Once that's gone, the porch light goes off and I go to sleep until it's finally November.
Oh, and a note to all County employees, I still have plenty of festive--if slightly used--jack-o-lantern pins for anyone who wishes to acknowledge the holiday. |
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| Notes... |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|01:34 am] |
The last few weeks have been pretty...eventful.
A close friend of mine went into premature labor on the 21st. Both mother and baby are doing well, though it looks like the little one will be in the NICU for a couple more weeks. I've been keeping busy during my days off by checking in on the family and watching their four year old daughter while her parents are at the hospital. I'm sure they would appreciate any and all well wishes sent their way.
I'm sure you've all heard of my demotion current position at the hospital by now. No, I am no longer Chief of Staff and I would strongly suggest that everyone stop asking, e-mailing, and generally annoying me with questions regarding my status.
[Locked from Morris]
As long as we're on the topic of annoyances, yes I know Dr. Morris is once again working at County. And no I did not hire him. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2006|09:53 pm] |
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| kweavermd's LJ stalker is not_a_dr_yet! | | not_a_dr_yet is stalking you because your LiveJournal is just SO damned interesting. They are also leaving anonymous abuse on your journal! |
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| OOC |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|01:02 pm] |
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Due to the mun having internet issues, both kim_legaspi and kweavermd will be slow to respond to any new comments or replies in their journals.
I apologize for the inconvenience. Neither of them is happy about this.
X-posted to kim_legaspi |
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[Jul. 18th, 2006|08:07 pm] |
I must say that I officially miss all the administrative crap. Being in the ER is pure hell. I do not have time to babysit young interns. Nor do I have time to wait on them and fix their sloppy mistakes.
Note to all County interns: Do NOT cherry-pick your charts. This is NOT a restaurant, you cannot and will not get your patients "made-to-order." BE ON TIME. I do not care that Chicago is experiencing a heat wave and that you have to walk to work because your car broke down or your goddamned cat ate your keys. Suck it up and get to work on time or don't bother coming back.
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If the interns being a royal pain in my ass today weren't enough, I came home to find that my air conditioner decided to stop working. Wonderful. Fucking wonderful.
Did I mention that my son took it upon himself to decorate my bathroom in toilet paper? He also took a marker to the refrigerator--he claimed he "had no paper."
I swear to God, if tomorrow isn't a better day someone is going to pay. And my money is on the new litter at County. |
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| [RP Locked to the Taggart-Kovacs] |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|09:38 pm] |
Saturday, 2pm
Kerry had spent the majority of the morning cleaning and organizing Henry's bedroom and working on other small tasks around the house. She had mentioned to the little boy that he was going to have a visitor, someone to play with, that afternoon, and all she had heard about since was when was Alex going to arrive.
By the time two o'clock rolled around, Henry was fully engrossed in a video of Winnie-the-Pooh and had ceased his questions for the time being. Kerry, on the other hand, was growing increasingly worried as to how Henry would take to Alex. He was usually very tolerant when it came to meeting new people, but there had been times where her son was hell-bent on causing trouble. She prayed today wouldn't be one of those days as she heard a car pull up outside. |
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| [E-mail to Sam] |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|01:45 am] |
To: Sam Taggart [skovac@ccgh.com]
From: Kerry Weaver [kweaver@ccgh.com]
Date: July 6, 2006
Subject: Alex
Sam,
I hope this finds you and your new family doing well. And I also hope you've managed to tear yourself away from Grace long enough to get some real sleep.
I was speaking with your son earlier via the computer and we hit on an idea that may help both you and Alex, as well as Henry and myself. I offered to let him come over to spend some time with Henry while I work around the house on my days off. Henry could use the socialization and I would feel better knowing someone is around when I can't be close by. I thought it might give Alex some babysitting practice while earning a little money and gaining responsibility in the process.
It would vary with my work schedule, of course, but I was thinking he could start out during the weekends and we'll see how things go from there.
Let me know what you think.
Kerry |
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| TM Response: Anger |
[Jun. 23rd, 2006|05:21 pm] |
I've been known to have quite the temper. At work, mostly. I really can't pinpoint one certain thing that angers me more than another. Some days it's one minor thing, others it's a combination of irritations.
I used to make lists of things that pissed me off when I worked in the ER on a regular basis. They kept me from losing it on more than one occasion. Incompetent residents, lazy med students, slow responses from other departments, belligerent patients, uncooroporative technology (including all medical equipment and computers) often rank high on the list.
Here's one I found in my desk a few days ago:
( October 9, 1997 )
On the other end of the spectrum, I feel the need to admit I tend to get angry at being a single mother. It sounds horribly selfish, but it tends to rear it's ugly head from time to time.
I love my son more than anything, don't get me wrong. I don't know what I would do without him. Sometimes it's overwhelming having a two year old with no immediate family around for both Henry and myself. Sandy's family loves that little boy more than anything, but some of them are still cold to me. I have no problem with any of them, yet they still find fault with "his other mother".
I'm glad my son has his grandparents and aunts and uncles, but I can't help but wish my own family were around for him as well. That's probably what angers me most. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2006|04:46 pm] |
Happy Father's Day, dad.
I hope you know how much I miss you, even after all these years. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|12:45 am] |
Just an FYI that the mun and muses will be out of town until June 13th.
No posts will be written or replied to until then.
X-posted to kim_legaspi |
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| TM Response: When I awoke the next morning... |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|01:18 pm] |
When I awoke the next morning it all felt like a dream. Or nightmare. The room was dark and quiet. For a moment I felt that if I didn't move, if I stayed just as I was for as long as possible, that the events of the previous day wouldn't be a reality. Time would stop.
The realization that it wasn't a dream hit me like a ton of bricks. April 8, 2004 was past, and the events of that day would be written in stone somewhere, forever. My mind reeled with questions, what ifs, whys, hows, pleas. I laid there and tried to bargain with God. I told Him that I would do anything to turn back time and fix what was broken.
The next moment I was hating God, doubting His existence. If He existed, how could something like this happen? How could a family be torn apart? How could He do this to me, if he existed? Wasn't He supposed to love us and protect us? I severely doubted that in the weeks and months following that day.
When I awoke the next morning, my whole life was forever changed. My wife was gone. |
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