It never bodes well to walk into an OR and see this waiting for you on the anesthesia machine.
It means we are about to do something that smells really, really bad.
On cases where necrotic flesh smells bad enough to taste in the air, a dab of peppermint or clove oil on the outside of your surgical mask can help you get through the surgery.
I don’t like it because it burns my eyes. I usually just suffer through the stank. In 10 yrs, I’ve had to use it once.
Here’s to hoping that streak continues…
That explains the reputation Canadians have for being so nice.
This just came across my FB feed. I wish I could comment on it, but it’s a public post.
Date night. I actually ran a comb through my hair. (Sort of)
Not only did I bake a bunch of stuff yesterday, I put that braid in my wife’s hair. I’ll keep everyone posted if I start getting the urge to watch the Lifetime television network.
Going to try out a new wine bar tonight. We haven’t been able to work out all week. Nikki took a trip to the hospital for a ruptured ovarian cyst Monday at 3am. And I’m always at the hospital - so we deserve a date night.
For some reason, a frozen drink sounds good….
Another one of our Mormon crnas is moving back to the Motherland and today is his last day. But, just like Hydra, two more are coming to take his place.
Being as how he is the only one of that group that the rest of us can stand, we all made food and brought it today as a kind of send-off.
I made lemon brownies, gooey Cajun brownies, and white chocolate pumpkin snicker doodles. Others brought vegan chili, queso, chips, dips, sandwich bites, etc.
I plan on eating until my pancreas is ready to throw in the towel from making so much insulin.
But, with my luck, I probably won’t get any breaks today…
There was a parade for … Something tonight. So, we took the boys. They insisted on wearing costumes. It was their first parade.
There were no floats. I’ve never been to a parade with no floats. I turned to let my wife know what I thought of a parade with no freaking floats. As I turned, I noticed something. My kids were the only kids in the crowd that were dressed up in costumes.
And that made them candy magnets. Now, when I was a kid, you MIGHT get lucky and get 2 pieces of candy at a parade. And one of them would inevitably be one of those weird peanut buttery ones wrapped in black or orange.
Tonight, We were pelted with handful after handful of premium candy. Everyone threw my kids candy. Soft lobs. Underhand tosses. They threw candy at my wife and I, too. THREW it. Hard. Freaking junior high kids.
We even had old women walking up and giving the boys handfuls of stuff they had picked up. My wife carried my oldest’s cache. I held my 4 yr old’s haul. 2 giant piles of treats. From a parade! I think they got less candy trick or treating last year than what they got tonight, just standing on the sidewalk, waving at everyone that went by.
"Parades are the best!", they yelled.
They were so excited. “We have so much candy!!”
And then I took it all away. Because it was good candy. You know - for a parade….
So it’s “cute” when my 4 yr old bites on a t-bone steak’s bone, but when I pick it up and start gnawing the meat off of it, it’s “gross.” I hate all these unwritten rules.
And, Texas Roadhouse needs to train their waitresses in nonverbal communication. Specifically, how to mask disgust.
Also, I ate 4 rolls. A whole basket. It was amazing…
Honey, you’ve got a little something hanging….. Here- let me get you a Kleenex
Sometimes, God smiles down on you. Peewee t-ball was cancelled due to crazy wind gusts. Steaks to celebrate.
I post this because if I squint, it almost looks like my wife has a Moe haircut- from the three stooges.
What a good night