When I first heard this, I thought, "Yikes. Nothing good comes from this." What was it? I thought I had really good rapport with them, at least with the day team whom I've really enjoyed working with this year. Was it something mean? Patronizing? Something to put me in my place, take the resident down? I had not seen this coming.
Turns out, it was none of the above.
You see, they have started referring to me as "Ariel." A few months ago I died my hair red (the goal was Addison Shepherd red...this also works as Ariel red). And on the labor floor I wear green snakeskin (?fishscale) Dansko clogs. Thus...Ariel. And, to quote Donna, the labor nurse who told me about my new name, "because I'm so sweet." Awwwwww!I'll definitely take that. And I don't think the seashell bra would really be appropriate on the labor floor.
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Anxiously awaiting for next week when you will be part of the Minneapolis world again!
Hey - we could do state fair in the morning on Tuesday and then lunch at Steven's - unless you'd rather sleep, of course.
I LOVE the red hair! And you are sweet!
Im glad it was not something bad. Oh and if i could color my hair red i would. It would not look good on me though!
I consider people who have chosen a career path such as yours as Angels. You are dedicated, sleep deprived amazing Doctors who put yourselves out on a limb every day of your working lives.
I wish you only the best of everything for your future.
Thank you for your blog.
I found it through clicking on 'next blog' from a friend's blog. And there as one of the blogs you read was Crazy Aunt Purl, one of the first I ever read and still read!!! The world of cyberspace is indeed small...
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