Sweat

My co-worker and I had a fun time at SeaWorld last night. It was an event for the conference attendees, so we thought it'd be a good networking event. I only have one thing to say: Free Alcohol.

Yes, friends, this means my two month alcohol hiatus is complete. :) I will continue to be seriously cutting back, but as long as the drinks are poured for free, count me in. :) So . . . anyone who knows me knows that nauseous is my middle name. I think I'm sick to my stomach more often than not. Therefore, I tend to avoid roller coaster rides. Until last night.

With a few drinks in me, I suddenly found myself in line to ride a coaster. Oh dear. But I was feeling pretty brave and decided that it was something I should do. So I did. I screamed like a baby the whole time! I screamed out all my recent frustrations. I just screamed and screamed and screamed. And when we finally got back to safety, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I could barely stop. And then? I started sweating. A cold sweat. Thankfully, I pulled myself together and there was no vomit incident.

In order to keep the sweating going, but in a more fun manner, we danced the rest of the night away. I had so much fun trying to keep up with a physician from Chile. That man could dance! By the time all was said and done, my hair was was totally wet, but I was still laughing. :)

Male Sling

I always learn something new at these conferences. At the urology conference in San Diego, it was the vacuum pump. At the neurosurgery conference in Chicago, it was all about watching the brain surgery video over and over again. At this urology conference in Orlando, it's all about the male sling.

All day yesterday, I saw the signs at the booth directly across from me stating they were promoting their male slings. I kept wondering what the heck that meant. They couldn't get their video to work yesterday, but it is working today and the education of Able Cable continues. Today I get to watch a video loop showing them cuting into the area beneath the scrotum and inserting a mesh sling. They then put two hooks through the poor man's inner thighs and pull the ends of the sling through his thighs. The sling holds the uretha up, thereby helping with urinary incontinence. Eventually, the muscles grows over the mesh and the problem should be solved. Totally weird seeing a video of a man spread eagle all day long!

Ah, such is my life . . .

Orlando

No, not the hot young cabana boy, but the city down in Florida. Alas. Could really use a hot young cabana boy right about now . . .

I flew in today (and boy are my arms tired) and am excited to have a free day tomorrow before the Urology conference starts on Saturday. It should be sunny and this hotel has multiple pools, including a lap pool. This means I can get some much needed sun and can also get some much needed physicial activity.

I'm still working on a joke and maybe someone out there can finally help me put it together. So I was in Chicago a few weeks ago for a Neurosurgeon conference and am now in Orlando for a Urology conference. The joke has something to do with the fact that those two specialties are really operating on the same body part -- brain vs. penis vs. brain. Get it? It's funny. OK, it's funny to me and quite possibly only me. But it's not formulated quite right. A writer for David Letterman I shall never be.

For the Record, I am Referring to the Animal, not the Body Part

I frequently have dreams about people breaking into my apartment at night. Well, as a noise woke me up this morning, there actually WAS someone in my apartment! OK, sort of . . .

I had to lay there for a minute to make sure it wasn't just a dream. It wasn't, so I got up and decided to look around. As soon as I got up, the noise stopped. I figured the noise must be outside, so went back to bed. A few minutes later, the noise starts up again. Hmmmmm.

I head out to the couch as that's where the sound appears to be coming from. I lay there for a few minutes and it starts up again. In my ceiling! A noise so loud that I expect the beast is 90 lbs with huge teeth and claws and is going to burrow its way through my ceiling! OK, a tad dramatic of me, but you get the idea.

This would explain why I kept dreaming about beavers last night. . .