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Monday, June 26th, 2006
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5:28p
I have long known that my life, while satisfactory, has lacked balance for some time. Take my working and resting habits. On work days I tend to work a lot. On resting days I tend to become a slug. The only reason I am wearing pants right now is that the doorbell rang at 1030 while I was ironing out the seams in quilt squares and I had to throw on my gym pants. Jehova's Witnessess, as it turns out, but at least they got me to put my pants on.
So far today I've ironed a number of seams and made two of the nine blocks for the quilt I'm making now. Miss Kitty has decided that the unsewn blocks are her domain and becomes as cranky as I have ever seen her if I reach for one to sew on.
So it's 5:30 and I've been working on one thing since 10:00 when I finally woke up. Which feels odd, in a way, because while I've been working steadily I still haven't finished the quilt. I keep seeing books about Quilt in a Day, and I wonder, is it just one big square of fabric? What are they talking about?
Wow, awesome post. Here we have covered
1.) The fact that I iron in my underthings and would carry on all day thus if not interrupted by well-meaning religious zealots
2.) I make quilts
3.) I have a cat.
You may conclude from the above that I am an eccentric old lady.
As for the patient that I was so worried about, we went from not being able to get him out of bed to not being able to keep him in his room. For the night time we put his bed by the nurses station so as to keep an eye on him lest he wake and take off. Not on my floor, but on others, people have been known to wander down the hill to the Dunkin Donuts, where, amazingly, they are served coffee and donuts. Do you not think that a bloody IV dangling from their arm, their attire, and their lack of shoes wouldn't clue someone in? But I digress.
So he goes to get up to urinate at one point and I am left standing there with a urinal bucket instructing him "no! Pee in your bucket!" and trying to help him while keeping him covered with a sheet. With a burst of strength he throws off his covers and rips off his nightie, then grabs the urinal and begins trying to place it in the correct spot, telling me "I'm fine! I'll get it eventually!"
Just then the family of a young car accident victim come up the elevator with a nurse from the ER and their child. Having waited long, stressful hours in the ER they cannot wait to see their family member placed in the safe and quiet room that he will recover in, and the first thing they see when they get up to the desk is a naked elderly man plying both a urinal and his penis, bed in the middle of the hallway, and me standing there cooing at him "Good, that's lovely, just use your bucket."
The expressions on their faces were priceless, and I have never been more grateful to not be someone's nurse.
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