guy comes in for a 'rat bite' and after reading the chart i see he sustained this injury whilst attempting to catch the rat. naturally this caught my attention because i've not known many folks to try to catch rats. so i asked the guy how it happened.
he tells me that his neighbor called him around 10pm the night before asking him to help her catch a rat. neighbor stated that the rat was on the front porch and the cats are bothering it.
yeah, exactly.
so he makes like mr. rogers and goes over to help, ultimately succeeding in detaining the vermin. he told me the rat was pretty placid and let him and his wife pet it. and then, without warning, it turned and bit him.
and it just so happens that rats are *not* rabies carriers. (which i did not know)
i cleverly managed to persuade c to select an adorable coordinating backpack/lunchbox set from gap.
i'm pretty sure the bag is 2/3rds her size. but its darn cute and will be great for traveling as it has wheels.
also scored cute ruffly navy blue skirt courtesy of my loose interpretation of the dress code.
i'm also planning to convince her that oxfords are required at least part of the time.
i'm planning to buy yoga style knit pants in navy for the winter. i will get some trousers, but owing to my moms long standing aversion to putting her in actual pants c still hates to wear them.
she never likes the clothes i like.
but we both agreed on the red trench coat
all summer and spring i was underwhelmed by the clothes offerings. i saved a bunch of money as a result. now that i have to buy uniforms everything is totally freaking adorable.
he cx on friday at the last minute and not for a very compelling reason, i might add.
so all day saturday i was thinking i just didnt want to go through the hassle of 'getting ready' when i was thinking i just wanted to um, go to the back of the line and dump him on sunday. over the course of the day i was on the fence about ending it then or sunday.
naturally my very last pt of the day, that arrived 45 min before the end of my shift was the very sickest pt of the day and actually one of the sickest pts i've ever seen in the ER.
she had a terminal illness and was literally dying in front of me. of course she is a full code so we have to do 'the million dollar workup' and i had all my code stuff ready jic.
i have a lot of inner conflict regarding that type of stuff in pts that are not going to get better. and i so rarely see that anymore i guess i had forgotten the mental anguish it causes me. not to debate or anything, because obviously its a multifaceted issue but i feel like i am torturing those people when i have to do certain types of interventions. i felt like a bad nurse trying to get her IV- which i did, on the first stick but we couldn't get any blood out of it and ultimately i was left turning over the entire workup to the oncoming shift and putting my foot down with the docs- i was unwilling to stick her again and i wanted them to place a line.
i stay late to try to help out with her. and in the midst of fretting over this painfully sick lady ernest sends me a text. "hey, let me know whats up or i'm gonna make other plans."
say what? its only 30 min past my shift, i haven't seen you and you cx yesterday and now you dare to send me this message???? oh, idfts.
i called him.
me: "hey, so sorry i'm running behind. i've been really busy with this lady that is dying right in front of me and a nervous wreck because she is a full code." e: "oh man" me: "yeah, so that text you sent me? not cool. so really if you have something else you want to do then you should go ahead and make other plans because idt we should see each other anymore." *crickets* e: "well, idk what to say. that's kind of out of left field." me: "i'm surprised that you feel that way because you've cx two consecutive dates, made no attempts to see me and its obvious that you're not very interested in us dating or you would make time for me. and when i have tried to address this problem, you just say whatever you think you are supposed to say to make it go away. you won't discuss it. so, yeah, i think that this has run its course. so, i'm going home and i'll ttyl."
me: "whats up?" e: "oh, just wanted to say hi." me: "oh. ok. yeah well i'm sleeping so now isn't a good time."
i was really civil about the whole break up convo and what not, but he totally pissed me off and i find it hard to restrain my contempt. i'm not friends with any of my exes.
later that week, like on wednesday or thurs he pings me on IM
e: "hey, are we still friends?" me: "well, sure but i think its a bit soon to act as though we're chummy" e: "" me: "what is that about?" e: "i just hate when things change. i need to make a rule about not dating friends."
God help me he swung that door wide open and forced me thru it.
me: "well, i think perhaps it woud be a better rule to express atleast a perceived level of interest in the person you're dating and not be so disrespectful of their time. it would also be great if you were willing to have an adult conversation about issues as they arise and not give your companions the impression they are serving at your leisure and that they are unimportant to you." e: "got it"
he logged off so fast!
haven't heard from him since.
i still think he is a nice guy. but not such a great guy to date, atleast not for me he wasn't.
i think about you all the time. especially here lately as i have been attempting to circumvent my ENTJ-ness and be more mindful in my interactions with others. (specifically, at work).
i was reading a magazine today that had an article about clipping leaves as a natural garland/mantel decoration. in the picture all the leaves are red and orange. at first i thought, "where on earth do you get red leaves?"
and i was reminded of you.
its funny how shocking the seasons are once you're not used to seeing them anymore.
let me tell you, i felt like an idiot. at lunch i was asking mom what veggies/fruit c likes to eat. i know some of them but my folks have a considerably more varied diet than i do and c also eats much better at their house.
(and although i made this correlation some time ago, i can't invent time)
so as we perused the store we had several conversations like this:
me: "do you like grapes" c: "it depends, it has to be the ones my grammy buys."
me: "are those little pickles you like sweet or do they taste like a regular pickle?" c: "ummm...they taste the same, but a little different."
c: "i want banilla yogurt!" me: "huh?" c: "banilla! banilla! with the crispies!" me: "where do you eat that?" c: "at school."
ok, i attached a picture. guess i'll see if it works.
while at the grocery store, corene was writing her customary "list" but instead of writing things like "cat" or "toys" it was just scribble. and she was scribbling like on every single page.
me: "corene, please don't scribble on every single page in my notebook" c: "i'm not scribbling. those are words." me: "no its scribble. i don't see any letters." c: "i'm writing in sign language."
so the neighbor was outside when we got home from the store. idk the new neighbors very well. she was asking me about some of b's mail she kept getting and thankfully confessed she'd had some wine. because she sure was having trouble talking and i was starting to worry.
we were discussing various neighbors when she starts telling me that someone was pounding on their door in the middle of the night last week. then she says she has a 6yr old son (!) and that she is a year behind in child support (!!) and she thought it was the law coming to pick her up (!!!).
Hi. How funny, I was just thinking about you the other day for some reason. I can't believe you wrote all this. You always make me laugh. Sorry about your ex.
I can not comment on the rat thing, since I was bit by a squirrel when Andrew was a month or two old. I had him in a front baby carrier, was watering the horses, and found one drowning in the trough. I picked it up by around the neck, thinking I'd be safe, like snakes, I looked at it, it looked at me, turned it's head around and bit me. Drew blood. I dropped it and it ran. The county health guy I called said I'd need to go to the ER and get rabies shots in the stomach! Went in, and was told that they can't carry rabies and they gave me a tetnus shot. Turns out Squirrels CAN carry rabies, there just haven't been any cases up here.
but we couldn't get any blood out of it and ultimately i was left turning over the entire workup to the oncoming shift and putting my foot down with the docs- i was unwilling to stick her again and i wanted them to place a line.
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