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My internet access is slightly restricted at the moment. I've been busy working on something very important and trying to enjoy the holiday season. I'm very behind on mail - I dumped some old stuff so at least yahoo shouldn't send it back to you anymore. If I have mail you are expecting, it has all been packaged, insured, posted and off on its merry way. Please be patient and let me know when it arrives. Azcra, yours is coming in two packages.
My body is ransacked at the moment. Around 3am friday evening my grandfather's wife called the house to say she was bleeding and she couldn't get it to stop. She tends to overreact to things, but we always come running when she calls upset. Matthew and I ran over there and low and behold she was not overreacting this time. The long and short of it, there was blood everywhere. Like horror movie blood in the bathroom. She had managed to get a small poke in the outside of her ankle and as it happened, nicked a small artery. When I took the towel off her leg it spurted. I've never been queasy with blood, but than neither have I seen it jump out of the skin like that save for a slasher flick. Matthew got my aunt as I kept a death grip on her ankle to try and slow the bleeding. We tried to get her to her daybed in the other room and when she was on her feet she suddenly blacked out and went down like a rather heavy sack. My aunt called 911 while Matthew and I carried her to the bed.
For a small, 82 year old woman, she was impossibly heavy. I kept waiting for those rumored bursts of sudden strength to kick in so I didn't drop her legs. Once on the bed I got her awake and went back to holding her leg up and keeping pressure on it. She was a shade of pale I have not seen on anyway -- again -- outside of a movie. They took her to the ER and I went with her. Her blood pressure was low and her pulse was weak, but she got better as they got her mended. I was able to bring her home a few hours later.
It was rather sobbering -- I mean it was just a tiny hole, like if you poked your finger. And when I took the towel off of it to see how bad it was, the blood hit me and the wall. Matthew and I were both shaken by how much blood could be lost from something so little. Cleaning it up just kept reinforcing that. Eep. Now we're both walking around as if we played football, hockey, and a friendly game of professional wrestling over the weekend. We're sore from carrying that little 82 year old lady. Be weary of small things! Har. Thankfully, she's doing alright now.
"Industrial" is done. Here's where I whoop around like a fool. It has to be edited now. I've been neglecting everything else. I think the holidays are draining me into one be pile of useless poo which sits on the couch with nothing but the christmas lights on watching bad movies. Which I'd like to go back to now. I've been commenting a bit more tonight as I mill around. I've managed to piss off four people and make one person think I'm some snob. Uber snotty bitch off to bed now. Have a good holiday everyone.
My body is ransacked at the moment. Around 3am friday evening my grandfather's wife called the house to say she was bleeding and she couldn't get it to stop. She tends to overreact to things, but we always come running when she calls upset. Matthew and I ran over there and low and behold she was not overreacting this time. The long and short of it, there was blood everywhere. Like horror movie blood in the bathroom. She had managed to get a small poke in the outside of her ankle and as it happened, nicked a small artery. When I took the towel off her leg it spurted. I've never been queasy with blood, but than neither have I seen it jump out of the skin like that save for a slasher flick. Matthew got my aunt as I kept a death grip on her ankle to try and slow the bleeding. We tried to get her to her daybed in the other room and when she was on her feet she suddenly blacked out and went down like a rather heavy sack. My aunt called 911 while Matthew and I carried her to the bed.
For a small, 82 year old woman, she was impossibly heavy. I kept waiting for those rumored bursts of sudden strength to kick in so I didn't drop her legs. Once on the bed I got her awake and went back to holding her leg up and keeping pressure on it. She was a shade of pale I have not seen on anyway -- again -- outside of a movie. They took her to the ER and I went with her. Her blood pressure was low and her pulse was weak, but she got better as they got her mended. I was able to bring her home a few hours later.
It was rather sobbering -- I mean it was just a tiny hole, like if you poked your finger. And when I took the towel off of it to see how bad it was, the blood hit me and the wall. Matthew and I were both shaken by how much blood could be lost from something so little. Cleaning it up just kept reinforcing that. Eep. Now we're both walking around as if we played football, hockey, and a friendly game of professional wrestling over the weekend. We're sore from carrying that little 82 year old lady. Be weary of small things! Har. Thankfully, she's doing alright now.
"Industrial" is done. Here's where I whoop around like a fool. It has to be edited now. I've been neglecting everything else. I think the holidays are draining me into one be pile of useless poo which sits on the couch with nothing but the christmas lights on watching bad movies. Which I'd like to go back to now. I've been commenting a bit more tonight as I mill around. I've managed to piss off four people and make one person think I'm some snob. Uber snotty bitch off to bed now. Have a good holiday everyone.