CPR

I thought my CPR certification expired in May of this year - it's good for two years, so it's easy to forget about. And this time I really did it. It had expired back in February, oops. Score another point for mommy-brain.

Thanks to my wonderful assistant, Meghan, who did all the leg work to register both me and the other NP I work with (who had a much, much better reason for letting her CPR card expire), tonight was the night to get legal as far as BLS goes. Thanks to the office for paying for it . In my mind, suffering DOES NOT build character, especially when one has to pay for one's own torture.

Thank you to the instructor, who made it practically painless - except for a little stress on the knees kneeling over the Resusci-Annie to do the chest compressions, and wonderfully short.

Another piece of bureaucratic minutiae, the State of New Jersey actually processed my CDS license in record time. A CDS is a controlled/dangerous substance license, which is a ridiculous $20 annual fee and the time it takes to go on-line and answer the questions, plug in the Visa card number and print the receipt. Why this is necessary when I already have a DEA license (which is federal, good for three years, and costs a about $350 more than the CDS license), I have no idea. It probably costs NJ more than $20 to maintain the record, send out the renewals and process the document. Or maybe I'm just cynical. Me? Cynical? Never.