Moving day
Phase One of the move is complete, as pretty much everything I own is now sitting in a truck outside my family's house. Wouldn't you know it that I'd pick a day smack dab in the middle of some Biblical storm to relocate? Seeing as how it's wet and there are several stair between the ground and my new flat, we're gonna wait until I have a little assistance w/the couch and my dressers before we begin Phase Two.
I've been staying in the (805) for a couple years now, and haven't lived in the Valley in quite awhile, so it's kinda strange moving right down the street from where I went to high school AND college. I couldn't, however, have asked for a better living situation, so I feel good about staying in Simi and waiting for the right thing to come along. Last night was the first official night in the apartment, and was spent deconstructing "Scream" and the various WB-esque-teen-horror-flim wanna-bes that it spawned in the mid-to-late '90s w/Jack. It was a film geek's dream, and really shoulda been filmed and subsequently aired on American Film Classics or something.
I worked yesterday, and didn't hear anything new about Debbie. Still not doing well, still intubated, still fighting a combination of sepsis and either emphysema or pneumonia and still can go either way at this point. Staff from the other departments really don't like us in the ED much. Most think we're too casual about our jobs and don't appreciate our attitudes when we have to respond to a code in one of their departments. (Then again, most of 'em freak out about two hours into a shift when they have to float down to our department to cover for someone, so who cares what those lightweights think.) This attiude is most glaring in the Unit, where they're always chiding us for not doing things "their" way. They've really been bastards the past week or so, not giving us any kind of information on Debbie. So, we've had to be really sneaky and get our intel elsewhere, which is fine except some of it is coming from people who don't have enough medical kung-fu to really know how well she's doing. (My source yesterday actually asked me, "What's sepsis?") Again, please keep praying for her, folks.
I'm off to start packing up my clothes. Be tough, my little droogs...
Oh yeah...And how freakin' awesome is this?!?!?!?!
I've been staying in the (805) for a couple years now, and haven't lived in the Valley in quite awhile, so it's kinda strange moving right down the street from where I went to high school AND college. I couldn't, however, have asked for a better living situation, so I feel good about staying in Simi and waiting for the right thing to come along. Last night was the first official night in the apartment, and was spent deconstructing "Scream" and the various WB-esque-teen-horror-flim wanna-bes that it spawned in the mid-to-late '90s w/Jack. It was a film geek's dream, and really shoulda been filmed and subsequently aired on American Film Classics or something.
I worked yesterday, and didn't hear anything new about Debbie. Still not doing well, still intubated, still fighting a combination of sepsis and either emphysema or pneumonia and still can go either way at this point. Staff from the other departments really don't like us in the ED much. Most think we're too casual about our jobs and don't appreciate our attitudes when we have to respond to a code in one of their departments. (Then again, most of 'em freak out about two hours into a shift when they have to float down to our department to cover for someone, so who cares what those lightweights think.) This attiude is most glaring in the Unit, where they're always chiding us for not doing things "their" way. They've really been bastards the past week or so, not giving us any kind of information on Debbie. So, we've had to be really sneaky and get our intel elsewhere, which is fine except some of it is coming from people who don't have enough medical kung-fu to really know how well she's doing. (My source yesterday actually asked me, "What's sepsis?") Again, please keep praying for her, folks.
I'm off to start packing up my clothes. Be tough, my little droogs...
Oh yeah...And how freakin' awesome is this?!?!?!?!