OMGEMERGENCY!
Last night as I was getting ready for a date, ejwise calls me on the cell. I answer, and he starts off, "Hey, Thane, I kinda cut myself on some glass, and I'm bleeding a lot, I might need to go to the hospital. You see..." and he starts to launch into a whole description of how he hurt himself.
Considering he currently lives five blocks away from me (and in two days I'll be living in his place) this didn't take very long. I get there, and he's managed to gash his thumb, and impale the meat of the ball of his hand. There was some blood, but not a lot. He'd gotten the first aid kit open, but hadn't been able to do anything with it, limited as he was in his movement.
I bust into action (my usual emergency response - I deal with what needs to be dealt with instead of pussyfooting around), figure out what kinda stuff is in the first aid kit, get him bandaged up, call my date while he's getting ready to go, and tell her I probably won't be making it tonight. We haul ass down to the emergency room, and get him stitched up. After last year's bus incident, it's all easy for me to handle. I've seen MUCH worse than what had happened to him, so I was watching the stitching in a clinically detached manner, seeing how the doctor was doing it, and making a mental in-my-head comparison to the scene in "Pan's Labyrinth" where the commander stitches up his own mouth, while
ejwise was cringing and looking away, looking kinda pale.
No, I didn't share that thought with him. He'll find out about it when he reads this entry.
I am also extremely disappointed with the quality of nurse's uniforms these days. I know, I know, this is the century of the Fruitbat, and we must all be progressive, but please, can't we just bring back a little sexiness? The nurse who cleaned his wound was hot from the neck up, but the uniform was just meh. You can't do ANYTHING with scrubs.
Yes, I know, I'm a total pig.
The low point of the evening was when
ejwise farted just as we got on the elevator. Yeah, he REALLY needed to do it (we had been put in a room with a sign reading "No explosive gases") but, MAN, could you have at least waited until we got OFF the elevator? I can tell you, it's a good thing there wasn't any paint in that elevator - stainless steel doesn't peel easily.
I finally got him back to his place at 8pm, and finally met my date for a much-delayed dinner at 9pm. How did it go? I'm not tellin', at least not here.
Considering he currently lives five blocks away from me (and in two days I'll be living in his place) this didn't take very long. I get there, and he's managed to gash his thumb, and impale the meat of the ball of his hand. There was some blood, but not a lot. He'd gotten the first aid kit open, but hadn't been able to do anything with it, limited as he was in his movement.
I bust into action (my usual emergency response - I deal with what needs to be dealt with instead of pussyfooting around), figure out what kinda stuff is in the first aid kit, get him bandaged up, call my date while he's getting ready to go, and tell her I probably won't be making it tonight. We haul ass down to the emergency room, and get him stitched up. After last year's bus incident, it's all easy for me to handle. I've seen MUCH worse than what had happened to him, so I was watching the stitching in a clinically detached manner, seeing how the doctor was doing it, and making a mental in-my-head comparison to the scene in "Pan's Labyrinth" where the commander stitches up his own mouth, while
ejwise was cringing and looking away, looking kinda pale.
No, I didn't share that thought with him. He'll find out about it when he reads this entry.
I am also extremely disappointed with the quality of nurse's uniforms these days. I know, I know, this is the century of the Fruitbat, and we must all be progressive, but please, can't we just bring back a little sexiness? The nurse who cleaned his wound was hot from the neck up, but the uniform was just meh. You can't do ANYTHING with scrubs.
Yes, I know, I'm a total pig.
The low point of the evening was when
ejwise farted just as we got on the elevator. Yeah, he REALLY needed to do it (we had been put in a room with a sign reading "No explosive gases") but, MAN, could you have at least waited until we got OFF the elevator? I can tell you, it's a good thing there wasn't any paint in that elevator - stainless steel doesn't peel easily.
I finally got him back to his place at 8pm, and finally met my date for a much-delayed dinner at 9pm. How did it go? I'm not tellin', at least not here.