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| 14 February 2007 ~ Wednesday Hi kids! If you click on the flickr box to the right you can see two pictures from my exciting weekend. One picture is from an injury sustained after thinking it would be fun to slam the microwave door onto my arm. It wasn't. The other injury is a result of mistaking my finger for a carrot. It wasn't enough that I nicked my finger before while chopping carrots; oh no, I decided to make it a special Tuesday night and cut my finger a second time. Boy, oh, boy, was that ever fun! At first I wasn't too terribly concerned. It was painful and there was a bit of blood, but whatever. Then I decided to check the damage. When my skin opened up a bit farther than I would prefer, I decided B should take me to the ER. Poor B wasn't feeling well and I just had to go and steal his sickness thunder. I'm a bad, bad girl... Anyway, I felt pretty foolish when I got there because it wasn't hurting that badly. They got me in right away (is that unusual? to be seen that quickly? it's happened twice to me...they must know I'm VIP) and decided that my thumb needed stitches. Two. Yes, two. I have a picture (you can see on flickr) of my bandaged thumb. I consider it a rite of passage. I had only had stitches once before after my wisdom teeth extraction, but I was told last night (in the ER) that that doesn't count since I was sedated. Oh yeah! The worst part of the thumb experience? The numbing shot they give you inside the wound (I was honored to receive 2 shots). I swear it felt like she was jabbing my bone and twirling the needle around and around. I was trying to think of a "happy place" but all I go think of was "my God, that really hurts!" She (the FNP) was really awesome and super nice. She warned me (maybe too much) that it would be pretty painful because of all the nerve endings. Then I had another nurse come in and give me my tetanus shot (he saw my pretty pink bra so I convinced myself that he's gay...it's my coping mechanism). Then another nurse (I'm assuming they're nurses because I think nurses are cooler.) came in and wrapped my thumb up and showed me his half thumb. I am a little upset that I did not receive a lollipop but if you're ever injured in the Portland area, I highly recommend Providence St. Vincent. They're super awesome! They joked around with me and made me feel very comfortable. I'm always very insecure when I go in for any type of medical appointment. Jester had a very mild seizure on Monday - 3 months to the day from his last (and first?). He was sitting in my lap and I wouldn't have known it was happening if I hadn't gotten up at that moment. It lasted maybe 30 seconds - if that - and he was fine. The brain is strange. Happy VD Day! -M PS My injured thumb is preventing me from thinking clearly. |
| 26 February 2007 ~ Monday I was in the 10th grade during the first Gulf War. We lived near Fort Knox, Kentucky and knew a few of the soldiers who served in Saudi Arabia. I wore my yellow ribbon, patriotic t-shirts and was one of hundreds of people to go to Fort Campbell to greet the soldiers when they returned home. Fortunately everyone we knew who was sent to the Middle East came home alive...but not necessarily well. Our friend Jay started getting sick after returning home from somewhere in the Middle East. He had been stationed on the front lines. He and I wrote back and forth and he hooked me up with a couple of other soldiers (all with families back home). I've always loved having pen pals - writing to people - and enjoyed getting mail from the Middle East. In 1993, still unsure of what caused it, Jay had to have a heart transplant. I remember how helpless I felt seeing him being wheeled off to surgery. It was labeled "Gulf War Syndrome." The local paper picked up on it - I even had my 15 minutes of fame by being interviewed about Jay - eventually the news channels out of Louisville picked up on it. The government never admitted, at that time at least, to there being a "Gulf War Syndrome" even though Jay wasn't the only one from his platoon to get sick. Jay died this past Saturday at the age of 52. Rest in peace, my friend. You meant the world to me even if we hadn't seen each other in a long time. You always have and always will hold a very special place in my heart. |
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| In other family news, B's mom had to have part of her leg amputated last week. She will be in the rehab facility for the next 3-4 months while it heals and she learns to live without the bottom half of her left leg. From what I understand, upon returning home she will be fitted with a prosthetic leg. B's dad is at home with the dogs. We have a Certified Nursing Assistant coming to their house 6 days a week for 4-8 hours a day. On Sundays, one (or both) of us goes over there to take him to visit B's mom and make sure he has lunch. He may at some point come back to our house, but at this point we're trying to make him staying where he is more comfortable work out. One day at a time... My thumb is healing even though right now it resembles a penis. Don't ask. If you need me, I'll be at home, in the shower crying. -M |
| 28 February 2007 ~ Wednesday Remember the time I turned around to walk back to my desk and I ran (really hard) face first into the wall? Remember the time I messengered an egg, bacon & cheese bagel sandwich over to "purgatory" so PonyM wouldn't miss out on Thursday breakfast? Well today, I ripped into the expense checks only to tear a corner of Sir-Drinks-A-Lot's $1,000+ check. I'm very talented. He was pissed but eventually got over it when I told him to tape it and that mistakes happen. I became rather firm with him since he tends to hold grudges. There is only so much you can do when you mess up. You apologize and move on. It's not like I could transport back in time and prevent it from happening. He tried to continue being mad - I'm sure he complained to Big Cheese when I left the room - but he backed off once I showed him that I just didn't care. I'm really tired of stroking egos around here. It happened. You can still cash it. The end. Worst case scenario: you have to wait a couple of extra days for HQ to reissue a new check. Inconvenient? Yes. The end of the world? No. Best case scenario: I get fired. In other news, we had a brief snow shower this morning out in the 'burbs. Good times. -M PS I'm not feeling this season's Amazing Race: All Stars. I'm going to see it through, though. Oh, and another person has quit the firm. Come March 12, we will be down to 10 people. |