Monday
Yesterday I left work early to watch the boys so Rob could go to work since they had no school. I miss being home during the day and I miss being able to get things around the house done and having the energy to do it. I also miss my day-time court shows.
N*** called me that evening to let me know he had a death call for his FH (this is his slow season.) It is a "post" (short for post-autopsy) and he is disappointed that yet again, I have missed a post opportunity. He was (jokingly) complaining that he is doing the apprentice's job, having to open the bag of organs and soak them in the cavity fluid. He basically described what he was doing...I'm sure anyone listening to our conversation would gag. I'm just too intrigued. Human anatomy is cool...just how everything works and stuff. I would have gone up there but I had the boys and there was no way I'd want them to see that. We talked about a bunch of other stuff, too, we were on the phone a while. I've gotten comfortable with him, he's like a good friend now and I know I could ask him anything, and vice versa. This weekend he gave the boys each a gold dollar coin. I thought that was nice of him. N*** wanted to know if I could swing working probably Wednesday night with him for the viewing, but now that I'm sick there is no way I'm going. I'd hate for him to catch anything from me and he's so frickin' paranoid about getting sick it's not even funny. When G had strep throat she said he was right behind her every step of the way anything she touched he was spraying with Lysol and wiping it off. It's funny to me he's paranoid like that, because after a body has been embalmed, he doesn't wear gloves and I get so frickin' grossed out. He goes into this long tangent of why it's okay and I'm like I do not frickin' care, please put some gloves on!! But then someone sneezes and he's running in the opposite direction!
Well, last night I got REALLY grossed out because while talking he was like, "hmm...something salty was on my lip I guess when I licked my lips." EEEEEEeeeeeeehh! I told him I bet something spattered on his lips and now he just ATE it!! *screams!* he was laughing so hard at me and how 'ridiculous' he thinks I'm being. I was like, you think I freak out about gloves, now I have to freak out about face splash guards!
N*** called me that evening to let me know he had a death call for his FH (this is his slow season.) It is a "post" (short for post-autopsy) and he is disappointed that yet again, I have missed a post opportunity. He was (jokingly) complaining that he is doing the apprentice's job, having to open the bag of organs and soak them in the cavity fluid. He basically described what he was doing...I'm sure anyone listening to our conversation would gag. I'm just too intrigued. Human anatomy is cool...just how everything works and stuff. I would have gone up there but I had the boys and there was no way I'd want them to see that. We talked about a bunch of other stuff, too, we were on the phone a while. I've gotten comfortable with him, he's like a good friend now and I know I could ask him anything, and vice versa. This weekend he gave the boys each a gold dollar coin. I thought that was nice of him. N*** wanted to know if I could swing working probably Wednesday night with him for the viewing, but now that I'm sick there is no way I'm going. I'd hate for him to catch anything from me and he's so frickin' paranoid about getting sick it's not even funny. When G had strep throat she said he was right behind her every step of the way anything she touched he was spraying with Lysol and wiping it off. It's funny to me he's paranoid like that, because after a body has been embalmed, he doesn't wear gloves and I get so frickin' grossed out. He goes into this long tangent of why it's okay and I'm like I do not frickin' care, please put some gloves on!! But then someone sneezes and he's running in the opposite direction!
Well, last night I got REALLY grossed out because while talking he was like, "hmm...something salty was on my lip I guess when I licked my lips." EEEEEEeeeeeeehh! I told him I bet something spattered on his lips and now he just ATE it!! *screams!* he was laughing so hard at me and how 'ridiculous' he thinks I'm being. I was like, you think I freak out about gloves, now I have to freak out about face splash guards!