When I was under the Haze during my transplant....I had to have a babysitter.
It's was some older Philippine woman....I remember telling the nurse to watch her she was sneaking puppies into the hospital..... And she was hiding them in the box with all the latex gloves..... The nurse told me she'd watch her......I was totally serious.....
When my hubby was in ICU, getting the good stuff, he got very upset one night because the nurses were on a plane selling Japanese Girl Scout cookies, and they wouldn't let him go. That night, they had to restrain him b/c he was trying to pull out all of his tubes.
I had a friend who did that. She got 2 cord blood donors from Spain. It was a toss up about which one would win the battle for domination of her marrow. Sophia won, and she ended up matched to Sophia's blood type. (she named her donors!) The funny thing was, when she went for her next set of blood work, the staff went nuts, and kept repeating her blood work, being convinced they had a wrong sample, or the equipment was faulty. She had to insist that they call her transplant team in Boston before they would believe that she knew what she was talking about and this was SUPPOSED to happen, and that it was a GOOD thing.
Finally caught up..... Been fighting a migraine all evening.....
I've been having lots of migraines since Sunday.
The fastest way to motivate my DH to do something is to go into his shop and start taking tools off the shelf. I'll be the first to admit that I'm mechanically impaired. So, when he sees me grabbing tools, he says, "What are you planning on doing with those?" And I tell him. Sometimes I actually get started on my project, but he can only watch for so long before he takes over. I just don't do things like he does....
Absolutely devious, BJ!!!
I told the doctor that it was cold and if he was getting into bed with me he needed to hurry up and do it because my feet needed to be warmed up.
Only you, Blooie, only you! There was a lady who was nick named "the Queen" at a facility I used to work at. She was always trying to get the rehab director (handsome young man) into bed with her. If she wasn't doing that, she was going into other resident's rooms and raiding the chocolate stashes. She'd be standing in a door way, with chocolate all over her face and hands, and be beckoning the staff, "Hey, come see this. There's some good ones in here!" Blooie, we'll have to buy you a golden tiarra to match the one the Queen always wore during her PT sessions!
Planting seeds... that's what we do!
Sour, Sometimes............... You leave me speechless.
When I want to get a job done, I run it by hubby. He'll look at my plan and just shake his head. Then he'll grab a pencil, and say, why don't you try it THIS way. Lately, more often than not, he'll help me, b/c if I do it alone, it will take me all day long to do a job that he and I could do in 2 hours. There's a lot of synergy to be had from that extra set of hands. Besides, if he helps, that frees me so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend doing "not chicken or gardening" stuff together.
