It's a Boy!!

I made a real fool of myself last night at work. It was late, I was tired, and I guess not paying much attention to what I was doing. I grabbed a chart for a teenager with complaints of abdominal pain. The chart said he was a boy and had a boy's name, but for some reason when I walked into his room, I thought I was looking at a girl. He had on nail polish, had long (ratty) hair, and had somewhat of a skinny girl's figure. I just thought he was one of those punk girls who dress scary. At any rate, when I told my attending about him and explain he was really a "she", the doc order a pregnancy test and then when in to go see him (her). After a few seconds of talking to him, the doc turned to me and asked me to go cancel the test he had just ordered. I could tell by the look on his face he was trying not to laugh. I felt pretty dumb. I can tell when I see a drag queen, but for some reason, I couldn't tell that this guy was a guy. I was so embarrassed I couldn't go back in the room and I was really praying that I never referred to him as a "her" while I was in the room. I don't remember doing so, but that doesn't mean I didn't. Of course the doctor fully enjoyed reminding me of my mistake several times during the night. If that's the worst mistake I ever make, then I guess I'll be okay.

At band practice tonight, the french horns sounded especially bad. I've never heard the noise a sick elephant makes, but I think it would sound something like what I heard tonight.

What I'm eating: an icey I made of frozen peaches, strawberries, diet sprite, and splenda. Yum!