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Aug. 29th, 2002 07:57 pmSo BAAF/AXNY is tomorrow. It seems so weird -- I don't feel a big sense of anticipation, but I think it's because it's right here in NYC. There's no big last-minute rush of preparation to leave to catch a bus/train/plane, etc. I hope it's not disappointing, although I don't think anything will measure up to my experiences at Otakon-- even the year that sucked. I guess I'm a little nervous that I scheduled my volunteer shifts during a time where I'd be missing something really good. But... there's no way to tell until the day of. ::sigh:: I guess I should just stop thinking about it. I'm being silly.
Today was a weird day, the visiting nurse came over and I did the IV hook-up and changed the dressing on my father's foot. All was well, went fine. I think both the nurse and my mom were a bit surprised at how quickly and effeciently I did it. I suppose I understand -- the nurse was pleasantly pleased, I don't know how many people catch on to it so quickly in her line of work. My mom's not squeamish or anything, but she's... I don't know... she needs physical notes for reference until she's comfortable enough to do it on her own. But I think of it as common sense -- you don't have to look at notes to remind you to put on the alcohol 'cause it's a common-sense thing; of course you don't want the area contaminated, so what do you do? Swab it with alcohol. Granted, I was nervous -- it was my first time -- and my hands shook a bit, but I wasn't scared or unsure.
After that we went out to lunch -- Wendy's drive thru... we parked in the parking lot and ate in the car. But when we turned on the engine, or tried to turn it on, it wouldn't start. We finally got someone to give us a jump and we drove over to a car shop in Bayside. They replaced the battery and we were as good as new. Well, as good as before anyway.
My tattoo is flaking. Sorry for skipping topics like nothing. It's a bit irritating to have to cover it with a bandage so that the tags on the insides of my shirts don't rub against it. It's been annoying me all day. Ah well.
Today was a weird day, the visiting nurse came over and I did the IV hook-up and changed the dressing on my father's foot. All was well, went fine. I think both the nurse and my mom were a bit surprised at how quickly and effeciently I did it. I suppose I understand -- the nurse was pleasantly pleased, I don't know how many people catch on to it so quickly in her line of work. My mom's not squeamish or anything, but she's... I don't know... she needs physical notes for reference until she's comfortable enough to do it on her own. But I think of it as common sense -- you don't have to look at notes to remind you to put on the alcohol 'cause it's a common-sense thing; of course you don't want the area contaminated, so what do you do? Swab it with alcohol. Granted, I was nervous -- it was my first time -- and my hands shook a bit, but I wasn't scared or unsure.
After that we went out to lunch -- Wendy's drive thru... we parked in the parking lot and ate in the car. But when we turned on the engine, or tried to turn it on, it wouldn't start. We finally got someone to give us a jump and we drove over to a car shop in Bayside. They replaced the battery and we were as good as new. Well, as good as before anyway.
My tattoo is flaking. Sorry for skipping topics like nothing. It's a bit irritating to have to cover it with a bandage so that the tags on the insides of my shirts don't rub against it. It's been annoying me all day. Ah well.
