What a great day! I’m finished with end of month early, I had my annual review and am getting the maximum raise, and I just got off the treadmill. Now I’m waiting for my wonderful family to make it here to pick me up. Life is indeed good.
I spelled it Mickey so it would look more like monkey … um, yeah, that’s the ticket.
Dindin tonight was leftovers. Num! I likes leftover stuff like roast beast.
I have no monkey related comments to add at this time.
Sketties have been inhaled. Yum. I shall knit tonight.
My project review went pretty well. Minor changes - like they wanted the pictures at the top instead of at the bottom. Plus a few typos. I’ll get it all fixed in the morning.
One down, four till the long weekend. Will we be hurricaned?? Stay tuned.
Oh, and monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey
speaking of Monkees, Randy Scouse Git is on my iTunes right now.
I’ll be back after I read.
Smokey says “m’yowppy purrrrrrrrrrrthday Cuervo!” =^.^=
Go Annie!
Hope your grrrrrrr level has gone down by now, Sticky.
Happy Birthday, Cuervo!
Am cooking sketties to go with the moussaka/pastitsio meat filling I made last night.
There is much monkey/Monkee related wisdome being shared here.
P.S. Micky was MY boyfriend.
That is all.
gt, this means war!!!
Amazing how much things change in the span of a couple of hours. They say my hubby has a lymphoma. They’re talking chemo. I’m scared.
Oh, my, Annie; how difficult. Lots of hugs and support heading your way.
Hey folks. Yeah, I’ve been AWOL, but work’s been super busy.
My life right now:
- I’m moving out of my old storage unit, going through everything to get rid of a lot of it, and then moving into another storage unit that’s actually in the same town as me.
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- On that note, I found my panda bear from when I was a kid. Didn’t want to let him go for hours. And he has an older brother now, named Theodore, who I bought when I was antique shopping.
- My parents are fighting. My mom was trying to get me to move into an apartment with her. I think things are okay at the moment, but I haven’t had a chance to talk to my dad (I don’t want to talk to my mom about it, because I don’t like tears).
- I love my job. That’s not related to anything.
{{{Annie}}}. Prayers and good thoughts for Mr. Onimous.
ShinyCat glad the job’s goin’ ok. Hope things work out for your folks.
I don’t know a lot about monkeys.
I remember watching The MOnkees as a kid.
I have a incredibly frustrating work day. I really wish I could quit, but the creditors don’t want to give me stuff for free, so I plod on.
Sending good thoughts re: your hubby, Annie.
I’ll need to figure out the dinner thing. I’m tired and I don’t want to cook, but since my MiL was nice enough to take us all out last night, I don’t think I can get out of cooking again.
That’s fine, y’all just fight it out and I’ll be over here with Micky. 
sending healthy vibes to Mr Mous
as an aside - a good friend of mine was “picked up” by Micky and Peter at a recent convention because she was wearing a Monkees t-shirt
Tollie and I did another shift Firday night, and it was the prelude to a weird weekend overall.
The first page came minutes after I got to the station, for a frequent flier elderly almost neighbor of mine. Usually, she has respiratory issues, but not this time. She got hungry, and her can opener didn’t work. What would you do? I’d probably call someone and see if I could borrow a can opener, or have them open the can while I waited. Not our intrepid and resourceful patient. She tried to use a butcher knife, and cut her fingers quite deeply; her thumb was down to the bone. She was a routine transport to Bugtussel for stitches.
Tollie and I cleared the ER from that call, and were walking to the unit when my pager went off. This call was at the Mayberry Warehouse For The Elderly and Chronically Ill Nursing Home, for an unresponsive patient that was breathing and in renal failure. He needed to go to Betsytown. This was going to be a long haul. The first thing out of my mouth was, “So much for eating catfish tonight, bud…”
Hauled butt back to Mayberry, and picked up our patient. There weren’t mental alarm bells with our guy, but there was a little tiny voice in my head that said something was wrong. I’ve had a couple of renal patients before, and they were visibly ill and sweaty. Our guy wasn’t; he was mostly out of it, and on occasion would follow us with his eyes before they rolled back and he was out again.
We loaded, picked up his transfer paperwork, and started out. Because of the suspected renal problems, the charge nurse made a point of telling me they discontinued his potassium a couple days before, and I opted to put him on the 3-lead monitor because electrolyte imbalances can cause bad rhythms. Did he ever have a bad one, too, because it was upside down.
I put the pulseox on him, and his hands were cold. Here came another warning bell, because cold extremities is a sign of compromised circulation. Then I read the meter, and his oxygen saturation was in the 50s. This was enough to get us real excited, but there was a question. Was the low saturation because of his cold hands, or were his hands cold because of bad circulation and poor saturation.
“Hey Tollie”, I yelled to him while he drove, “I need a reality check. His hands are cold, so I can’t trust the pulseox. He’s reading in the 50s. Should I put him on a non-rebreather and jack him up to 15 (liters per minute)?”
“I would.” came his answer. I changed his cannula to an NRB and maxed out the oxygen flow. Our patient soon came up into the low 80s, and relaxed a slight bit. Soon, I called to the hospital to report we were coming, and mentioned the abnormal rhythm.
We rolled in to the treatment room, and were met by a small crowd. Usually, we have a solitary nurse meet us if we’re lucky. More often we transfer the patient ourselves.
One very cute short brunette was very interested in our cardiac strip. “Renal failure my ass, this looks like a STEMI to me.” :eek::eek::eek: Our out of it patient was in the advances stages of a heart attack. The nursing home never picked up on it, and while I had the warning bells telling me something else was going on, I didn’t pick up on it completely myself :smack:
The thing is, he was a difficult case. Tollie and I watched as 4 teams tried IVs all over, including two jugular sticks, and still they had to implant a central line. I could not have done any more for him that I already did.
Oh well. We got back to the station, and I had to turn over the unit, so I started that right away, cleaning and putting stuff away. Tollie had a very strong need to get to the powder room. A few minutes later he came back to the ambulance, visibly irritated.
“Dude, that’s not cool!”
“What?!?”
“I was in the men’s room, and the women’s room flushed.” He was halfway accusing me of pranking him.
“I’ve been back here the whole time cleaning up. I didn’t do it.”
“I know.” The back door from the bay is loud and almost impossible to open without making a racket. He was kinda freaked.
He was still wearing his day job uniform, so he went to change. This time, I figured I’d rub some salt in the wound, went in the back door, and flushed the women’s loo. Tee hee. That was about the time I heard the front door open, and he walked in carrying his medical garb. Damn.
Both of us had long days, and we soon turned in. There were no more calls overnight.
The relief crew came in at 0500, sounding like a stampeding herd of buffalo. I got up and finished my reports, packed up my stuff and was headed to the door when the tones went off for a multi-vehicle wreck. Tollie woke up and we went in the second unit to help.
Well, it was one vehicle in the ditch, the driver was stoned and unhurt. We were leaving, and more tones, for an elderly woman with breathing problems, and she was close to our big wreck. The day crew stayed at the wreck to do a handoff to the state trooper, and we went to see to the little old lady.
We got vitals and history on her when the other crew showed up. They took our info and transported, and we headed to the barn.
Tollie has a habit of eating breakfast on Saturdays at one particular restaurant of the three in the county. VWife and I were headed to Franklin for groceries, and we stopped at the same place and hobnobbed with Tollie some more. I was still in an impish mood and annoyed at the failed flush, so I bought him his meal behind his back. It was that or snitching his backpack full of cameras, and I didn’t want to deal with another STEMI within 12 hours.
We got home, and I had to do yard work. More deadfall came out of the pecan tree, so I took a small pile of twigs back to my rather substantive burn pile. As I walked up, there was one spot very close by that felt funny-soft as I stepped on it. I threw the twigs on the pile, went back to step on it again, and the ground collapsed under me. My foot hit bottom, but I also smacked the boys on the side of the hole at the same time. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
The area is where an old derelict barn was knocked down and buried. The ground is settling and creating sinkholes, of which that is the first one I found in a painful manner. What is scary is the area is also the same spot where we landed the helicopter a couple weeks back. Since the soil is unstable, I think it’s time to get me off the landing zone list…
I had about half the yard mowed when there was another page for a multi-vehicle wreck, close to home. The occupants were reportedly walking around, but with one crew, it would take time to check them out and get refusal forms signed, so I went. My guy was OK, but his blood pressure was all the way into triple digits. We had him sit and relax to see if it would come down.
More tones, for a motorcycle wreck. A young woman rear-ended her husband in a group ride, and went over her handlebars. We ended up flying her to Norfolk. I came home to find myself in the doghouse, as usual.
Sunday, I didn’t take any calls. Finished my yard, and started on Neighbor Fred’s because he lost his mowing guy. Whatever he pays them ain’t enough, because his yard is humunguous, and there’s lots to mow around. I gave it 3 hours, got a little over halfway done, and finally told him I’d finish it Tuesday.
Sounds like it was an exciting weekend? The story isn’t over. I got to bed just before 10, and I was beat.
Around 1 AM, the night crew was called out. I heard it and rolled over. That was followed by a second call, once more at the Mayberry Warehouse For The Elderly and Chronically Ill Nursing Home. An old guy was having seizures, and needed to be taken to Betsytown for evaluation. I rolled over again.
I heard as buddy Eddie responded, then tried to go back to sleep while it was paged about 7 more times. By that time, I was awake enough that I went, because I wasn’t going to get any sleep for a while as it was.
The story on this patient was that family was visiting around 9 PM, and witnessed him have 2 minor tonic/clonic seizures. That’s fine and worth transporting over, but must you wait 4 and a half hours before calling us? I was filled with grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, because it was the nursing him making it into a BS trip and depriving me of sleep.
This patient was from across the hall as the Friday kidney-heart attack guy, and the ER doctor was the same, too. I wanted to ask her about the first guy, but never got the chance.
Anyone wonder why I was grumpy and late for work today?
{{{Annie}}}
Lymphoma is probably the easiest treated type of cancer there is. Yes, chemo is a PITA, but the general odds are good enough to bet the mortgage on.
{{Annie}}
Yes, GT, I’m better now. I thought we were going to have some major financial issues on the homefront, but that has been averted. Also, the clutch in my car appears to be ok. Which is hopefully better than whatever else is wrong, but we’re not quite sure what that is yet.
I needed to hear that. Thanks, VB.
And thank you to everybody. I’m telling my boss tomorrow so I can make sure I can accompany him to everything. He was beside me for two c-sections, and he hates hospitals. And needles. And I’m going to be with him every step of the way.
I worked, the went to Backyard Bistro(my favorite bar), they had $8.95 prime rib, and $1.83 Yuenglings. Yay! Woohoo! I’m off tomorrow, so tonight is my Firday.
{{{{{Ann}}}}} Also, what VBob said.
: waves at ShinyCat :
BBBobbio, you’re a good guy to do all that and I’d love to [del]ax murder[/del] buy you a beer sometime.
FCM, gt, if you’re gonna fight, lemme pull up a lawn chair first.
Happy Birthday, Cuervo! The first date reminds me of Thrak.
