Who is Stinky Pants
I suppose a good place to start is at the beginning. Why stinky pants? It's my nickname, and Mom, MD was taken (I think), as was Dr. Mom. Stinky pants was a place to start. And it makes me giggle, so...
Truly, Stinky Pants was something a funny old bachelor used to call me when I was a kid. He actually just called me "Stinky," and I think my dad added "Pants" because, you know, I was a kid and I'd poop like it was my job. Plus I've always liked the word "pants." It's fun just to say.
"Pants!"
"PANTS!"
Try it sometime. Or just take my word for it.
I'm a newly 35-year-old female, new mom to a 6-month-old beautiful baby boy named Jack, 2.5-year wife to my terrific husband Dave, and 5-year MD. My current specialties are list-making, carbohydrates (the non-vegetables sort), napping, and Emergency Medicine. I grew up in Sandpoint, Idaho, way at the tippy top of the state. I attended Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania where I ran XC and track and did lots of other groovy things. I then took a couple years off to bartend, ski, be a pharmacy tech, and a Phillies fan, and eventually got into medical school at University of Utah in Salt Lake City. It was there I met CrossFit Dave, my delightful husband. We got engaged in 2013, married in 2015, and had Jack in 2017. We've lived in Utah, Kentucky, and now have settled for the time being in Oregon. My husband has threatened to divorce me if we move again, as each time has been exclusively for my career, but mostly because moving is a modern method of self-induced torture. Despite the thinly-veiled threat, he is unconditionally supportive and just plain ole congenial in general and has worked as a coach, fireman, and now Athletic Trainer during our multiple moves. As an Emergency physician, I pride myself on being a jack-of-all-trades (and truly a master of none), and the former at least can certainly be said about Dave. He has adapted to each new hairbrained idea I've thrown at him and stepped up to the plate in big ways. He's a trooper and I love him.
So, why am I blogging? I don't know. I need an outlet. I've lost my dimension. It's funny how medical schools praise applicants who are exceptionally well-rounded and then systematically beat them into working, sleep-deprived, and neurotic robots who lose even the most basic of skills. Like counting change back or something else elemental, because there just isn't room for luxurious thoughts or even common sense. And now add being a mom on top of it. I'm pretty sure my patients think I've had a stroke most of the time with how difficult it is for me to find words to explain my take on their medical problems. I can't follow simple conversation because my brain currently isn't functioning, but trust me, I'm a doctor. Jesus.
But I digress. Sometimes I just think my life and stories are funny and that others may think so, too. I like my job, but I not-so-secretly hope I can compile enough stories to potentially make into a memoir someday, publish it, and become rich, clever, and sophisticated like Augusten Burroughs. Minus the raging alcoholism. And then I'll spend my days doing through hikes and learning foreign languages and perhaps getting a fourth or fifth degree in Ancient Native American Studies or Egyptology. Or maybe I'll just actually get a full night's rest, eat an occasional vegetable, and exercise more than once per week (month). You know, regular life skills (insert eye-rolling emoji). A girl can dream.
Truly, Stinky Pants was something a funny old bachelor used to call me when I was a kid. He actually just called me "Stinky," and I think my dad added "Pants" because, you know, I was a kid and I'd poop like it was my job. Plus I've always liked the word "pants." It's fun just to say.
"Pants!"
"PANTS!"
Try it sometime. Or just take my word for it.
I'm a newly 35-year-old female, new mom to a 6-month-old beautiful baby boy named Jack, 2.5-year wife to my terrific husband Dave, and 5-year MD. My current specialties are list-making, carbohydrates (the non-vegetables sort), napping, and Emergency Medicine. I grew up in Sandpoint, Idaho, way at the tippy top of the state. I attended Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania where I ran XC and track and did lots of other groovy things. I then took a couple years off to bartend, ski, be a pharmacy tech, and a Phillies fan, and eventually got into medical school at University of Utah in Salt Lake City. It was there I met CrossFit Dave, my delightful husband. We got engaged in 2013, married in 2015, and had Jack in 2017. We've lived in Utah, Kentucky, and now have settled for the time being in Oregon. My husband has threatened to divorce me if we move again, as each time has been exclusively for my career, but mostly because moving is a modern method of self-induced torture. Despite the thinly-veiled threat, he is unconditionally supportive and just plain ole congenial in general and has worked as a coach, fireman, and now Athletic Trainer during our multiple moves. As an Emergency physician, I pride myself on being a jack-of-all-trades (and truly a master of none), and the former at least can certainly be said about Dave. He has adapted to each new hairbrained idea I've thrown at him and stepped up to the plate in big ways. He's a trooper and I love him.
So, why am I blogging? I don't know. I need an outlet. I've lost my dimension. It's funny how medical schools praise applicants who are exceptionally well-rounded and then systematically beat them into working, sleep-deprived, and neurotic robots who lose even the most basic of skills. Like counting change back or something else elemental, because there just isn't room for luxurious thoughts or even common sense. And now add being a mom on top of it. I'm pretty sure my patients think I've had a stroke most of the time with how difficult it is for me to find words to explain my take on their medical problems. I can't follow simple conversation because my brain currently isn't functioning, but trust me, I'm a doctor. Jesus.
But I digress. Sometimes I just think my life and stories are funny and that others may think so, too. I like my job, but I not-so-secretly hope I can compile enough stories to potentially make into a memoir someday, publish it, and become rich, clever, and sophisticated like Augusten Burroughs. Minus the raging alcoholism. And then I'll spend my days doing through hikes and learning foreign languages and perhaps getting a fourth or fifth degree in Ancient Native American Studies or Egyptology. Or maybe I'll just actually get a full night's rest, eat an occasional vegetable, and exercise more than once per week (month). You know, regular life skills (insert eye-rolling emoji). A girl can dream.
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