Smooth as butter!

I’ve been mixing up a lot of cliches lately, so I didn’t know if I should say “Smooth as silk” but regardless, picking up Laddie and Ed went very well. Like, they-walked-out-of-customs-and-I-was-standing-right-there well. So, hooray! I am capable of picking people up at the airport.

Laddie and Ed were actually seat mates, which was nice for them. Laddie had the window and Ed had the aisle since they were in a 2-5-2 seated plane. They had to get Ed’s original guy to move, who was gracious enough to sit down next to a very bitter woman. Who apparently was quite a sourpuss even before she knew she wouldn’t get to sit next to Laddie after all.

Today, Brady, Karen, and I moved slightly slowly out the door (by 10!) and went to the Sumo Stadium (Ryogoku) to look for my camera which I had misplaced after one too many Sapporo tall boys. While I have a rather poor feeling about my camera, it ended up that we showed up on the day a professional sumo wrestler was set to retire. So we saw a bunch of sumo wrestlers and a 1 hour, 45 minute hair-cutting ceremony that ended with the severing of the wrestler’s top knot. It was awesome to have seen sumo wrestling. That’s one of things I love about Japan- stumbling upon things I never knew were there, mostly because of the language barrier. While the barrier can be quite inconvenient at times, it definitely gives a sense of adventure to otherwise routine outings. We were going to go to the Tokyo-Edo museum and Asakusa. Probably won’t get to the museum this trip, but we’re going to Asakusa tomorrow.

Trip to Japan Qoute of the Day #2
“Tierney, is your toilet from the future? There are so many buttons!” -Ed

50% capacity

So, right now my apartment is way fuller with my lovely sister and lovely Karen dead asleep. As a tribute to my permanent title of “Hostess with the Mostest,” Karen is sleeping in a sweatshirt as her blanket is in the dryer. Oh, and her head is lying on a towel (clean!) over her pillow since the pillowcase (also clean!) is still a touch damp. Oh, Japanese dryers, you are so slow!

So, here are a few tips for picking people up at the airport. Being on time? It is a good thing. Tied in with that is customs here takes about 20 minutes so pretending it will take an hour? Not a good idea. In addition, a good meeting spot is also key.

Another very important piece of travel knowledge goodness? KNOW WHAT AIRLINE YOUR FRIEND IS ON!!! I had assumed that Karen was on American since everyone else is taking that airline. This was an ASSumption for sure since she was on Continental, meaning we were wandering around in two separate terminals. Thank goodness for Al Gore inventing the internet though. A profanity-laced email decrying the situation of not having found each other almost two hours later was sent from me, to Karen, with love. Don’t get me wrong. None of the language was directed at anyone- I was just way stressed that I had missed such a vital piece of info when collecting people’s travel plans. But it all worked out because in addition to my lovely language selection (Dear self, lose the inner sailor), I provided my phone number, Karen called, and we all lived happily ever after.

“But where’s Ed?” you ask. In New York, with Laddie-kins, waiting for a 11:30 flight that is currently expected to leave around 2:30. It turns out that on Valentine’s Day, he was in New York and his passport was in Washington, DC on an unexpected rendezvous. So, he changed his flight and drove back to DC in a minivan. Brady, meanwhile, was almost thrown off the plane (her bags actually were). A very mean, Grinch-like ticket agent yelled at her (YELLED at her! My sister! I could punch him in the nose!) that she was to fly out tomorrow, never mind what her itinerary and boarding pass said. After making a huge scene, the big jerkface was ganged up against by a posse of saintly stewardesses who took Brady’s side, the side of all that is true and good! Although Brady was pretty upset, guess who got an upgrade to Business Class. Pretty clutch for a trip to Tokyo although Brady’s dubious whether or not it was really worth it.

Laddie, BTW, was always scheduled to leave on the 15th.

Japan Visit Day #1 Quote of the Day: The thing about Japanese food- and sometimes Chinese- is that it’s really good but as soon as I’m done, I want the taste out of my mouth immediately. -Karen

February Visit!

I am so excited! 1 week until Ed, Brady, Laddie and Karen come to visit. I came up with the following rough itinerary just to try and give a possible framework for their time here in Japan. The only thing I am slightly sad about is not having the whole time off, but it’s ok! I’m going to take the entire time my Mom’s here off, so I’ll go to Kyoto then and even see the cherry blossoms- AWESOME! Hopefully, the weather will be nice.

15 Feb: Karen, Ed and Brady arrive, almost at the same time
Yokohama night- Motomachi or Kannai(fun bar areas)

16 Feb: Laddie arrives
Meet Laddie in Tokyo- check out Akihabra, Shibuya, and Ropponggi

17 Feb: Tokyo Day! Fish market, river cruise to Asakusa, Harajuku
in the afternoon, Meiji shrine, Ometasando-dori with
the automatic wine dispenser bar and the awesome
French styled food court (but WAY nicer) at the train
station

18 Feb: Kamakura during the day, Yokosuka at night for
karaoke

19 Feb: Hakone circuit (open-air museum, beautiful
scenery, Mt. Fuji views)

20 Feb: Imogen back to work
Tokyo Day or head to Kyoto

21 Feb: Kyoto

22 Feb: Kyoto

23 Feb: Nara or Osaka, return to Yokohama

24 Feb: Airport by 1600. Hang out in Yokohama during the day and go on the Ferris Wheel.

*Ring, ring* God’s calling you!

Last night I was on duty. At about 2100, a kid fell up a ladder. As it turned out, he fell down a (long) ladder while climbing up it. He was sent to the ER with a suspected hand fracture, which couldn’t be confirmed on the ship due to lack of Xray qualified personnel in the duty section. It turned out to be a rather involved fracture of his right (dominant) hand. At our morning meeting today, the following conversation occurred:

Me: ” So, I guess he’s seeing Ortho today. It’s too bad because he’s supposed to start leave today. He’s planning on going to the States tonight. Apparently, he was pretty upset when he was told he might not be able to go.”

Someone: “Well, I heard that he was going to propose to his girlfriend while he was back.”

[Everyone makes “oh that’s too bad” faces and sad sounds. Except…]

Ship’s PA: “That’s what you call divine intervention!”

Drugged up

Sometimes, I think about all the lovely drugs I prescribe and how wonderful (I think) I make people feel. Ambien? Please. Narcs? Only if you need them, sweetie. Flexeril? Make those tension headaches go away *poof*

But now, I am blogging, passing time until a Girls’ Dinner and feeling completely drowsy on Benedryl. I was so ITCHY earlier today, which is really a terrible feeling. I tell myself, “Don’t scratch, you’re only starting a vicious cycl- AUGH I can’t take it anymore!!!!” (Proceed with scratching).

And what’s worse, it’s my hands that itch. It is very difficult to scratch hands. They are bony and really, are supposed to be the scratchers and not the scratchees.

I think I am allergic to the ship’s apples, as that’s really the only thing that’s been different in my life the past few days. Oh, yes, I don’t mind waiting while you recover from passing out due to the excitement that is My.Life.

Even when I don’t feel itchy, I do have a problem with itchy being contagious. Without fail, whenever I have a patient with a rash, I invariably feel the urge to give my arm a little scratch at some point during the patient interview.

Ok, off to dinner. Italian in Japan. Totally awesome. Here’s hoping I don’t fall asleep in my plate.

BTW, the “girls?” Actually, all accomplished women- a surgeon, a dentist and a CRNA. But still, “Women’s Night Out” seems a little Tom Cruise. “It’s Kate, not Katie. She’s a WO-man.”