CUE THE MUSIC They came to dance. In green and white and matching shoes they came to dance. The 26th time could be the charm as they joyfully began to dance. And dance they did for 40 minutes and then the clock struck midnight (or more correctly No. 1 seed). The music changed and alas, they danced no more. Maybe next year...💚💚
THEORY VS REALITY Finished a podcast with a critical care nurse and injury prevention trainer last week. One of our topics was throwing the old first aid book out the window. For CPR no more breaths and chest compressions. Just bang away and keep the blood flowing. Don't worry about how bad the injury is, Stop the Bleed. In other words, in an emergency situation many folks have a "flight or fight" moment or just panic. Address the blood and apply pressure until more experienced people arrive. One example was a man using a saw in his garage and cuts himself. Don't think just grab towels, hit 911, leave your phone on speaker and apply pressure. Good interview.
I'LL NEVER PLAY THE MANDOLIN AGAIN What made this discussion so poignant was two days before, the OH was making his world-famous potato salad for a Lenten dinner at church. He was envisioning spring barbecue for the menu. While merrily slicing veggies disaster struck. I found him on the couch gripping his hand and piling up rapidly reddening towels. It was only his little finger ON HIS BOWLING HAND but pretty nasty slice. I did manage to control myself and keep from immortalizing his accident on my very public podcast, but the irony was not lost on me. After the interview we of course compared "accidents we have known". The nurse's stories were much better especially as a flight nurse.
BACK TO THE MANDOLIN After two days I insisted an urgent care visit was necessary as we couldn't get the blood-soaked multi bandages off to assess the damage (think gangrene). He was less than enthusiastic as he assumed they would merrily tear our handiwork apart and even a gentle touch was agonizing on the injured digit. However, when urgent care soaked it in SOAPY sterile water (wish I'd known that before) the bandages came right off and healing could begin. One thing I will say, those mandolin slicers do a nice clean shear.
He proudly showed off his bandaged hand to the church group claiming he has shed more blood for that church than the one he was a member of for fifty years. (He experienced a nativity scene-related knee slice accident this past New Year's.) I reminded him - you were the other church's treasurer for years so you certainly did shed a lot of blood, sweat, etc... Our sense of humor remains strong as we navigate the medical waters ahead. Wondering if his honesty with the group was worrying considering the comments, I reassured all and sundry that any red in the salad was radishes.
BACK TO WORK When I was working it always seemed necessary to get a lot of chores done so I could relax when I took time off (and not check emails). Though during my stint at the City I was never off-duty with a boss who observed no boundaries. I was literally called during meetings, conferences, training, vacations, at doctor's appointments, ad nauseum. She was always critical that I had a life. Of course, she would brag how she was writing a speech for Blanchard when she was in labor. Hard to top that. Actually, the Executive Director of the Safety Conference is one of those super-human types as she recorded one of my podcasts while she was in the hospital! She didn't tell me until after and said she just put a Do Not Disturb sign on her hospital room door. But at least she doesn't expect others to work her insane hours. I admit I used to take paperwork to personal appointments and always returned to work after things like root canals slobbering through the rest of the day. My staff would take half a day of sick leave for a mere appointment. Boy was I dumb. It's the quality not the quantity LOL.
Still in that mode apparently as I frantically rehearsed one program, recorded one, set up two new recordings for the end of April and two live interviews at the Safety Conference. All to be sure I have May off to deal with my surgeries. Thinking I'm all set, another interested party from EGLE (Mich Dept of Environment, Great Lakes & Energy) wrote to apologize she had not returned her questionnaire for an interview. I was happy to tell her to take her time-whew. Where were all these people when I was "bush shakin'" willing to interview anyone who wasn't afraid of a microphone? The OH wants to know when I plan on retiring.
AND THEN Not to end on a sour note but why does Congress put us through non-funding crises every couple of months. They always make it, but the angst is part of the process I guess. Have to hand it to the orange man though-he actually let it shut down once. On the humorous side however, "I'm a billionaire, I have no money. I actually have half a billion in cash laying around Mama Layer (since I moved out the boxes of classified doc). I need people to send me money." One would think his faithful would get tired of bailing out the billionaire. Peace out.....💚 💙💛
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