And now for something more mundane....
After that inspiring happypost, I figure you might wanna know what's going on with my head.
The spot with the skull removed is caving in nicely. More of a flattening than a caving in but now I really know where my bone is missing. The stitches itch unless I go near them. Then they can be rather painful still. I'll SO be looking forward to having them removed. I say that with both sarcasm and anticipation.
Medicine generates a *BUTTLOAD* of garbage. I go through 14 syringes each 24 hour day. Each in its own sterile plastic wrapper. I go through anywhere from 3-12 alcohol-pads to sterilize things. One IV tube a day (reused 3 times). 3 half-liter bags and 3 large syringes. plus various caps and plugs, plus paper towels I use to dry my hands after antiseptic washes and cleanup from inevitable IV drip because I regularly have to drain air out of my line...this antibiotic I'm on bubbles almost like beer sometimes I swear...
I'm looking forward to having a little fun when i start going back to the office. I will reuse these bags and take full advantage of my being on a PICC line. I'm'a fill one with coffee. Another with Mountain Dew. A few others with water and the BRIGHTEST, most OBNOXIOUS food colorings I can manage.
And I've decided on how I want to decorate my helmet.
Yes I will continue to accept signatures on it; good wishes and get wells and such. But I still have people staring at me when I'm out wearing it. Odd "shouldn't you be in an institution, where's your handler" type looks. Which are even funnier when they see me get out of a car that I was obviously just driving!
So in response, I know how I want to decorate my helmet.
2 words
Aluminium
Foil
If you can't see how those 2 words would just be perfect, I fear for your sanity and functionality and definitely wonder what you're doing on my f-list. ;)
The spot with the skull removed is caving in nicely. More of a flattening than a caving in but now I really know where my bone is missing. The stitches itch unless I go near them. Then they can be rather painful still. I'll SO be looking forward to having them removed. I say that with both sarcasm and anticipation.
Medicine generates a *BUTTLOAD* of garbage. I go through 14 syringes each 24 hour day. Each in its own sterile plastic wrapper. I go through anywhere from 3-12 alcohol-pads to sterilize things. One IV tube a day (reused 3 times). 3 half-liter bags and 3 large syringes. plus various caps and plugs, plus paper towels I use to dry my hands after antiseptic washes and cleanup from inevitable IV drip because I regularly have to drain air out of my line...this antibiotic I'm on bubbles almost like beer sometimes I swear...
I'm looking forward to having a little fun when i start going back to the office. I will reuse these bags and take full advantage of my being on a PICC line. I'm'a fill one with coffee. Another with Mountain Dew. A few others with water and the BRIGHTEST, most OBNOXIOUS food colorings I can manage.
And I've decided on how I want to decorate my helmet.
Yes I will continue to accept signatures on it; good wishes and get wells and such. But I still have people staring at me when I'm out wearing it. Odd "shouldn't you be in an institution, where's your handler" type looks. Which are even funnier when they see me get out of a car that I was obviously just driving!
So in response, I know how I want to decorate my helmet.
2 words
Aluminium
Foil
If you can't see how those 2 words would just be perfect, I fear for your sanity and functionality and definitely wonder what you're doing on my f-list. ;)