We at Rancho Noisykids plan on meeting or exceeding this blessed Siberian woman's record in the near future. I am off to buy some more potatoes for my beloved.
All Ineed is for her to keep things down after she eats....
One of our dear friends is expecting again, and shares her hints on how to have ONE MORE SOUL! Please keep her and Wifeofdadwithnoisykids in your prayers.
2. Second, I was on call last night and could not celebrate the feasts of Saints Cosmas and Damian. These two brothers are patron saints of physicians, pharmacists and transplant surgeons. Here are some pictures I found online. This first one is the (yawn) portrait shot:
Here are the boys at work in the operating room, performing an orthotopic limb transplant. Note that the limb in question is the correct side. Certainly this operating room practices a 'time out' before the surgery starts! Also notice that the surgery is proceeding with no masks, no anesthetic,and no blood loss. The assistants are appropriately depicted as being angels.
The next picture shows the martyrdom of Saints Cosmas and Damian, and companions. I suspect this was somehow connected to referring to JCAHO as 'Jayco' during an inspection. It appears that the spectators are a bit bored with the whole thing.
Of course, last year I blogged on the feast of Saints Cosmas and Damian, and I found this picture in a book written in the 1960's about doctors:
Here are some thoughts lifted from my old post:
The Modern Physician:
Get rid of the cigarette, substitute a styrofoam cup for the china, and there you have him.
Not likely to be martyred, but very likely to be sued.
Not working for free, sometimes.
Trying to see Christ in all his patients, but more often cynical, impatient, haughty, sarcastic - all the attributes Christ doesn't want to see when He goes looking for us.
Praying for the wisdom and fortitude to care for his patients, and praying for the repose of the souls of his lost patients.
Most likely to fall asleep during a sermon, most likely needing to hear what the priest is saying.
Spending much of his time at work, thinking about work when at home, and needing to be reminded that it's just a job, not his vocation.
Thanking God for what still is a privilege - to be a doctor.
To be an instrument of healing in God's hands.
3. Two Noisykids got their licenses today, and on the way home I suddenly realized I had not arranged for auto insurance before taking the plunge. Before I could get my son to stop so I could take over driving, this happened:
...and as I write, my 2-year old daughter is praying the 'Our Father' and 'Hail Mary' as well as saying 'abre la boca por favor.'