My New Title

I am so happy I achieved the title of CPhT. It will follow my name when I work as a certified pharmacy technician.
It took me 5 months, 17 credits and a lot of studying. I pulled this tired, old brain out of retirement and surprised myself by finishing with a 4.0.

The cherry on top - passing the national exam given by the Pharmacy Technician Certification Board.


Oh yeah, every day should be this good.

Emmy Oakley

Just a little something Emmy learned at Girl's Camp last week.

How to properly fire a M-4 rifle.

It's definitely a necessary skill now that she is dating. You know, it saves Dad the job of getting rid of boys that become a problem or the stinkin' deer that keep eating our bushes in the dark of night.

Yes, I'd say that the skills learned at Girl's Camp prepare her to be a take-charge kind of gal.

I Hope You Studied Well

A few weeks ago I went to the same-day surgery center for a small procedure. It wasn't the boob lift I've been dreaming about or the liposuction I could really use. It was for a bone spur removal and reattachment of achillies tendon.

Surgery was scheduled and two weeks later I walked into the surgery center feeling some trepidation. I asked Murray to write a little note to the doctor in a place that he'd be sure to see it. On the back of my left calf just above the location of the impending incision where all my nervous fear centered he wrote "I hope you studied hard in med. school"

Dr. Donato was the best. He even assured me that he did study hard at school.

I am able to walk on the foot now albeit a little slowly. You know, 2 weeks of non weight-bearing activity left me with the feeling my left ankle and foot aged 100 years. I voiced my disappointment with the slower-than-I-expected recovery. Murray replied with "well, you are 50 now".

I still love him.