Sundry
I don't think I realized, when I went and posted to my lj last month, that it had been exactly a year since my last post. Yay amusing coincidence!
I tethered my phone to BigLapTop for the first time yesterday. It was both easier and faster than I expected.
I'm between jobs for the first time since the short period between Exegetics and VirPack (and then, I was a student, so it felt nothing like this). It feels weird. I don't think I like it. I expect it'll be over soon.
When She was taking my pulse today, for the first time in a year, she wanted to defer me, because my pulse was too fast. She asked about my being shaky. She said she didn't remember me being shaky. I agreed that I generally wasn't. She didn't press the topic any further.
I got my rate down to 87 for the second check after some deep breathing. Apparently, that was sufficient.
The needle hurt more than the previous two times. It kept hurting. She said I was bleeding faster than average, and that if it hurt to squeeze the ball, to stop squeezing and just play with it. It hurt more than usual coming out, too, but it doesn't look like it'll bruise, so it was probably just a quirky nerve ending.
She insisted I eat something before I left. She wanted me to take the bus the 3 miles home, but the eating breakfast would've made that a 90 minute wait, so I walked in the rain instead. She told me to message Her to let Her know that I made it home. So I did.
It's like aging, really... I dislike this aspect of my life, but I hate the possible alternatives far, far more.
Someone, somewhere, will live a little longer off my O+. Kindness to strangers is almost never a bad way to go.
I tethered my phone to BigLapTop for the first time yesterday. It was both easier and faster than I expected.
I'm between jobs for the first time since the short period between Exegetics and VirPack (and then, I was a student, so it felt nothing like this). It feels weird. I don't think I like it. I expect it'll be over soon.
When She was taking my pulse today, for the first time in a year, she wanted to defer me, because my pulse was too fast. She asked about my being shaky. She said she didn't remember me being shaky. I agreed that I generally wasn't. She didn't press the topic any further.
I got my rate down to 87 for the second check after some deep breathing. Apparently, that was sufficient.
The needle hurt more than the previous two times. It kept hurting. She said I was bleeding faster than average, and that if it hurt to squeeze the ball, to stop squeezing and just play with it. It hurt more than usual coming out, too, but it doesn't look like it'll bruise, so it was probably just a quirky nerve ending.
She insisted I eat something before I left. She wanted me to take the bus the 3 miles home, but the eating breakfast would've made that a 90 minute wait, so I walked in the rain instead. She told me to message Her to let Her know that I made it home. So I did.
It's like aging, really... I dislike this aspect of my life, but I hate the possible alternatives far, far more.
Someone, somewhere, will live a little longer off my O+. Kindness to strangers is almost never a bad way to go.