Oh yeah - I remember hearing that. Is that direct pressure on the wound? or on the artery above it?
On the wound.
The first aid class that I took was pretty clear that you should never use a tourniquet unless absolutely nothing else worked, it had been bleeding even through the pressure and elevation for a good while, and there was absolutely no way to get to a hospital. (Pretty much all first aid courses now are focused on learning how to figure out whether an injury requires medical attention, and how to stop the injury from getting worse until the medical attention gets there. You've got to take special "Wilderness First Aid" courses to learn stuff like how to wrap bandages and stuff like that.)
(where I believe I am the oldest person BY A MILE)
Yeah, but sexiest by a mile and half.
Huh. I thought you had to be in school to sign up for Facebook.
You've got to have a .edu email address. An alumni one is fine.
You've got to have a .edu email address
Apparently not--it says anyone can join.
Oy. But having done that, it doesn't seem I can join a McGill network without a McGill email address. Dude, I'm old. Where would I get one of those?
eta: Huh. I can register for one at McGill! How lovely and first world. Won't end in edu, though.
They asked me for my student ID number. I really wonder if what came to mind was it.
Oh, interesting.
The network thing is a bit of a pain. I was able to join the network for my current school fine, but I can't join the network for my undergrad school without an email address from them, and they don't do alumni email addresses. (Or, at least, they didn't.) (edit: huh. they do now. I wonder when that started.)
Yeah, I can't join the network for my former job either. I wonder what they do about having you in the network once you leave one and no longer have a valid email address there?
I wonder what they do about having you in the network once you leave one and no longer have a valid email address there?
Tangenty, I belonged to a credit union in San Diego. Rocked as a bank and you just had to live there to join. So when I moved, I asked how long I had before I had to close it. Turns out you need to live there to join but once you have? Forever and ever baby. They are still my bank.
Totally unrelatedly, why aren't I sleeping?
Well, because I'm stocking shopping. Or stocking stocking, I guess. My sister bought me a garter belt for Christmas. I've hit up Frederick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret in meatspace--the department stores I've tried had limited hosiery period--but I want to explore the range out there.
Fuck, I'm dizzy. You can spend $60 on one pair! Admittedly they're silk, but I bet they're not magically run resistant which is what I'd ask for that much money. Or orgasms. That might make them worth it.
Cuban heels--they strike me as messy looking peeking out of shoes. Though I'm tempted to get seamed stockings, not just the ones with the line added after. That'd be cool.
They are still my bank.
You don't have proximity (or lack thereof) issues?
why aren't I sleeping?
I am so not the person to ask...
I was up before 5. My continued consciousness is ... disturbing.
You don't have proximity (or lack thereof) issues?
Occasionally but not often.
I am back in SoCal several times a year minimum for things that require actually face time. But internet banking and I am happy most of the time. I don't like actual humans anyway. I rarely went into the actual branches when I lived there.
Except I did tuck one check in with my checkbook and forgot to deposit it. A couple of months ago. Good thing I am flying back on Saturday.
