BRAND GONE BAD
Where to start this entry? Never let a head mate play with fire and metal with the expressed idea to make a statement. Best I can figure R came up with the notion, instead of hiring a professional, she'd brand M's name and death date into the left wrist to commemorate the year anniversary.
Wednesday I showed it to the Doc but in her usual fashion no drama. Which was just fine by me. Then Thursday the infection set in so I called the Doc concerned about taking this sorry ass off to a doctor without her back up. This is the kinda shit can get a person Baker-Acted. Busy day at the office and no call back. Still no problem it's only a little red. By evening it was getting considerably worse and I'm thinking, "this is brilliant! " Still it was too late for anything but the ER and that would be a zoo.
Well this morning, Friday, the Doc calls all apologies. "No problem," I tell her, just wanted to give her a heads up on the wound which was now an infected oozing, scabby mess with the tail tale red line of infection moving ever closer to the elbow. She insisted on medical attention, I insisted she be available to tell the GP no worries for hospital. So off I went like the good little clean up girl in isle 7.
Oh yeah, my regular sweetheart of a GP is out on personal leave, I refused to see his partner so it was the Nurse-Prac. Don't get me wrong, she was nice enough, but I'd never met her before and well this was not the best of times. She was ever so concerned and I quickly gave her the Doc's number and told her to call. She left, making me promise not to leave, I was definitely in the nut zone for this woman. I called the Doc's office telling J the GP, (no point explaining it was a Nurse-Prac), was calling and that the Doc had promised she'd take the doctor's call. Of course it's during session and J gets all protective. I'm a bit frantic, "this is an emergency, I need to stay out of hospital and only the Doc can do that for me."
What seems like ages later the N-P comes back, gives me a script for antibodies and gets all serious about my safety and confidentiality. She tells me she spoke to M, now I know she's talked to the Doc cuz I never used her first name, and I should call DrL. I should expect a follow-up call from the office tech to see how the wound is healing, "no problem, will do." I have no idea what the Doc said but I'm going home so all's good. I'm outta there in a flash and call the Doc when her next session ended.
Meanwhile, when I get home I find out R has talked to D about this crazy idea as an okay alternative to getting a tattoo. He's all hot to get his own. Since I can't talk to her I have no clue what she was thinking and the kid wants to see the mess that's now festering on the wrist. Why not it's not like it's a secret, maybe it will change his mind. Nope, he's just going to get it done by a professional. "Good thinking," I tell him.
Here's the thing, I'm not apposed to the branding. The idea kinda even appeals to me, but the fact that R did this free hand with gawwwd knows what doesn't. Now I'm left with clean up in isle 7 and restocking the shelf as well.
Ravin
Wednesday I showed it to the Doc but in her usual fashion no drama. Which was just fine by me. Then Thursday the infection set in so I called the Doc concerned about taking this sorry ass off to a doctor without her back up. This is the kinda shit can get a person Baker-Acted. Busy day at the office and no call back. Still no problem it's only a little red. By evening it was getting considerably worse and I'm thinking, "this is brilliant! " Still it was too late for anything but the ER and that would be a zoo.
Well this morning, Friday, the Doc calls all apologies. "No problem," I tell her, just wanted to give her a heads up on the wound which was now an infected oozing, scabby mess with the tail tale red line of infection moving ever closer to the elbow. She insisted on medical attention, I insisted she be available to tell the GP no worries for hospital. So off I went like the good little clean up girl in isle 7.
Oh yeah, my regular sweetheart of a GP is out on personal leave, I refused to see his partner so it was the Nurse-Prac. Don't get me wrong, she was nice enough, but I'd never met her before and well this was not the best of times. She was ever so concerned and I quickly gave her the Doc's number and told her to call. She left, making me promise not to leave, I was definitely in the nut zone for this woman. I called the Doc's office telling J the GP, (no point explaining it was a Nurse-Prac), was calling and that the Doc had promised she'd take the doctor's call. Of course it's during session and J gets all protective. I'm a bit frantic, "this is an emergency, I need to stay out of hospital and only the Doc can do that for me."
What seems like ages later the N-P comes back, gives me a script for antibodies and gets all serious about my safety and confidentiality. She tells me she spoke to M, now I know she's talked to the Doc cuz I never used her first name, and I should call DrL. I should expect a follow-up call from the office tech to see how the wound is healing, "no problem, will do." I have no idea what the Doc said but I'm going home so all's good. I'm outta there in a flash and call the Doc when her next session ended.
Meanwhile, when I get home I find out R has talked to D about this crazy idea as an okay alternative to getting a tattoo. He's all hot to get his own. Since I can't talk to her I have no clue what she was thinking and the kid wants to see the mess that's now festering on the wrist. Why not it's not like it's a secret, maybe it will change his mind. Nope, he's just going to get it done by a professional. "Good thinking," I tell him.
Here's the thing, I'm not apposed to the branding. The idea kinda even appeals to me, but the fact that R did this free hand with gawwwd knows what doesn't. Now I'm left with clean up in isle 7 and restocking the shelf as well.
Ravin