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May. 22nd, 2006 09:47 amFriday afternoon saw the arrival of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pyratelady and skivee to FP South, which we heralded by eating Mexican food. Everyone who visits must go have Mexican, mostly because it involves me getting to eat That Yummy Sauce. Then Brewster's for ice cream, then bed.
Pedro says "Come to South of the Border after you have dental surgery!"
Saturday morning, the pyratical types headed to some field someplace, and Family Love piled in the Magic Car and went to Williamsburg for PALS class. Returned late Saturday, reconvened with guests, ate a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we did it all over again (sans dog, who got to enjoy the a/c at the house).
I passed PALS with a 91%, so now I have more knowledge that I can't implement (not being an advanced provider myself). Still, knowledge is good. I know how to get an intraosseous stick in a baby's leg now, f'rinstance. On Saturday someone called the cops for a "suspicious looking vehicle," so Officer Rick came by to grill us about the Magic Car and the Big Vicious Dog therein, and ended up playing with Hagen for a while.
Dana and I had squad duty last night, but I wasn't feeling well at all so we marked down after only 6 hours and came home to collapse. We had 2 calls though. Dana had to check his math about 17 times, because our second patient had taken NINE HUNDRED doses of a prescription medication "to get high." Which is 450 times the dose for sedation. Kids, don't try that at home.
This coming weekend we getpyratelady AND mydwynter (and likely Mr. Pyrate Lady) for the whole weekend, and there will be much singing by Us in a Field. Come and get your Cup on!
pyratelady and skivee to FP South, which we heralded by eating Mexican food. Everyone who visits must go have Mexican, mostly because it involves me getting to eat That Yummy Sauce. Then Brewster's for ice cream, then bed.Pedro says "Come to South of the Border after you have dental surgery!"
Saturday morning, the pyratical types headed to some field someplace, and Family Love piled in the Magic Car and went to Williamsburg for PALS class. Returned late Saturday, reconvened with guests, ate a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we did it all over again (sans dog, who got to enjoy the a/c at the house).
I passed PALS with a 91%, so now I have more knowledge that I can't implement (not being an advanced provider myself). Still, knowledge is good. I know how to get an intraosseous stick in a baby's leg now, f'rinstance. On Saturday someone called the cops for a "suspicious looking vehicle," so Officer Rick came by to grill us about the Magic Car and the Big Vicious Dog therein, and ended up playing with Hagen for a while.
Dana and I had squad duty last night, but I wasn't feeling well at all so we marked down after only 6 hours and came home to collapse. We had 2 calls though. Dana had to check his math about 17 times, because our second patient had taken NINE HUNDRED doses of a prescription medication "to get high." Which is 450 times the dose for sedation. Kids, don't try that at home.
This coming weekend we get
pyratelady AND mydwynter (and likely Mr. Pyrate Lady) for the whole weekend, and there will be much singing by Us in a Field. Come and get your Cup on!
