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Aug. 27th, 2002 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osarabaLet’s see. After Otakon I wanted to dye my hair blue ‘cause I’ve been so bored with my red streaks – I’ve had them for over a year, and it was just time for a change. I had bleached the underside of my hair, plus two streaks in the front and dyed them red. So with the blue, I took advantage of when Angelica was bleaching her hair to use some of her bleach (she doesn’t need the whole bottle for her hair) to bleach the tips of my hair. But her mom (who was bleaching our hair) hadn’t put on enough, so when I put on the blue dye it didn’t do much of anything. Not to mention, I hadn’t re-bleached the hair that was red, so it didn’t show up at all over the red. ::sigh:: I was so disappointed.
Angelica’s hair had been dyed black, and the same thing happened with her hair (not enough bleach), so we decided to wait two weeks and then re-bleach. It was weird – the two weeks seemed to go by so slowly, and yet so quickly at the same time. But finally we re-bleached our hair (we did it this time, so we put on enough bleach) and re-dyed, so the blue that came out looks much better! It’s not as shocking/bright as I’d have liked, but it’ll do in a pinch. We did all this on a Friday night after I got out from work (at 7:30 pm), and we also did some more of my sister’s hair, so by the time we were finished it was 3 am, and Angelica had to get up to go to work in 5.5 hours. So, of course, we watched that beautiful 80’s movie, Heathers. ::snicker:: I do so love that movie.
Hmm... so that was the biggest thing going on at the time. Oh yes, besides the fact that my father was in the hospital again. ::sigh:: So complicated. He had an infection in his foot that would not go away (later we found out that it had set into the bone), and which caused his temperature to go way up every time he walked on it. They did all kinds of tests and finally did a biopsy of his foot in order to prescribe the correct antibiotic. He went in on the 8th of August, and came home yesterday (Monday, the 26th). So he’d been there for almost 3 weeks, and he was going nuts having to stay there. Hospitals are bad places. Try to avoid them as best as possible.
So now, he’s home, but the antibiotic he’s taking has to be administered through an IV that leads directly into a vein in his chest because it’s not effective any other way. But the insurance that we have only covers a visiting nurse to come once a week (because the antibiotic is supposed to be administered for 6 weeks), so the nurse came this morning to teach us how to hook up the IV (the part that’s in his chest is already in there and won’t be taken out until he’s completely off the antibiotic) to the Hickman tube in his chest, and also how to change the dressing on his foot (it’s an open wound – they can’t stitch it closed because of the way it has to heal).
So I think that I’ll probably be the one changing the dressing on his foot most of the time, ‘cause my mom’s tired of taking care of sick people (she took care of her very sick mother for years when I was younger). I might be the one doing his IV stuff too, but that’s not as squicky as the foot dressing, so I don’t know for sure.
My poor father. What a pain in the ass.
Angelica’s hair had been dyed black, and the same thing happened with her hair (not enough bleach), so we decided to wait two weeks and then re-bleach. It was weird – the two weeks seemed to go by so slowly, and yet so quickly at the same time. But finally we re-bleached our hair (we did it this time, so we put on enough bleach) and re-dyed, so the blue that came out looks much better! It’s not as shocking/bright as I’d have liked, but it’ll do in a pinch. We did all this on a Friday night after I got out from work (at 7:30 pm), and we also did some more of my sister’s hair, so by the time we were finished it was 3 am, and Angelica had to get up to go to work in 5.5 hours. So, of course, we watched that beautiful 80’s movie, Heathers. ::snicker:: I do so love that movie.
Hmm... so that was the biggest thing going on at the time. Oh yes, besides the fact that my father was in the hospital again. ::sigh:: So complicated. He had an infection in his foot that would not go away (later we found out that it had set into the bone), and which caused his temperature to go way up every time he walked on it. They did all kinds of tests and finally did a biopsy of his foot in order to prescribe the correct antibiotic. He went in on the 8th of August, and came home yesterday (Monday, the 26th). So he’d been there for almost 3 weeks, and he was going nuts having to stay there. Hospitals are bad places. Try to avoid them as best as possible.
So now, he’s home, but the antibiotic he’s taking has to be administered through an IV that leads directly into a vein in his chest because it’s not effective any other way. But the insurance that we have only covers a visiting nurse to come once a week (because the antibiotic is supposed to be administered for 6 weeks), so the nurse came this morning to teach us how to hook up the IV (the part that’s in his chest is already in there and won’t be taken out until he’s completely off the antibiotic) to the Hickman tube in his chest, and also how to change the dressing on his foot (it’s an open wound – they can’t stitch it closed because of the way it has to heal).
So I think that I’ll probably be the one changing the dressing on his foot most of the time, ‘cause my mom’s tired of taking care of sick people (she took care of her very sick mother for years when I was younger). I might be the one doing his IV stuff too, but that’s not as squicky as the foot dressing, so I don’t know for sure.
My poor father. What a pain in the ass.
