I feel like I am long over due for a blog. I know that there is a handful of you out there in cyber land who actually read my blogs, and I thank you from the bottom of my black little heart.
Let me see, what has happened since New Years...
Well a few things:
My little (sorority) sister, Amanda came down from Black River Falls to celebrate the new year with me. (Thank you so much Amanda!) It was a fun evening, even though I was out like a light well before the ball dropped. On New Years Day we went to go see the movie Birdman, which I thought was pretty interesting and well shot.
Over the course of the last few weeks I worked full time at The Home. Next week classes will be starting back up again, and the only thing I am looking forward to is seeing my death buddy from chemistry.
There was a sad and strange occurrence about a week ago, where we had an ambulance drop off someone into our care...usually they don't do that. When someone dies en-route in the back of a medical unit they are typically taken to the medical examiner's office (because hello, hospitals don't usually see dead people). We were able to receive her right away, although we had to tell them to come to our main location because our second location is not equip for care and preparation.
Later that same day, I had to go down to the medical examiner's office to transfer a woman into our care. We had just had the funeral for this woman's husband the week prior, and had just committed his remains the previous day...so this was not only a horrible tragedy for this family, but completely surreal to everyone at The Home.
Now I am usually not one to talk about my personal life on my blog (other than work and death), but recently I have been trying to get back into the dating scene. I have notice a reoccurring theme however with the guys that I have been chatting with; we will talk for a while and maybe even exchange numbers, and then all of a sudden they drop off on the face of the earth. I have no idea why this happens...are they intimidated by me? By my job? ...Seriously, someone throw me a freaking bone here and give me the 411 on guys and how they work.
I'm not one to play games and I am also not one to wait around for some guy to call and ask me out. I am under the impression that if someone wanted to see me, they would make the effort and see me. Like if they told me, "Hey, I'm really sick so I can't hang out, but would love to see you as soon as I am better." At least I know what is going on, and that they are still interested in seeing me...none of this "I'm sick. I'm going to bed"....bull shit.
Guys, if you want to really piss off your lady friend, respond to all their texts with just one word. It annoys the shit out of us, oh and be sure to not give us any context, like you're driving, you're busy, or you're at dinner. Just respond to everything we say with one word answers.
Every time a guy does this to me, it makes me want to reach through my phone and punch them in the throat.
As difficult as my job is with it's long and sometimes unpredictable hours, at least I know my schedule enough to plan time to spend with people! So I am truly at a loss right now, for why this one guy keeps yanking my chain. Dani says I should move on and forget the guy...and I would have to agree with her if it wasn't for the fact that this guy has something of mine that I really want back.
As much as it pains me to say this, I really need to have some sort of social life outside of work where I get to interact with living people. And if that means I need to deal with some adolescent bullshit for a little while then so be it...school is just around the corner....I can at least interact with those humans.
And in gross death related news...I successfully raised the femoral artery on a person....only to have Mitch lose it because he removed the aneurysm hook that I was using to keep it in place. Then the next day I was working on a heavy set woman and could not for the life of me find her femoral due to all the fat...it was like trying to find a rubber band in a soapy hole full of gross. Eventually David had to help me and when he found it, I had shredded it with my aneurysm hooks...not a very high point of my day. But at least he was able to show me how to hypo-inject down the leg using a special trocar!...so y'know...I got that going for me.
I guess that is all there is to write about for right now...still riding the lonely train, with death keeping me company. All aboard! Choo Choo!
Until next time.
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