I will add my voice to the joys of credit union! Love it! Haven't had an issue in about 7 years. Unlike previous banks.

Thanks for all the moving~ma. It was a LONG day. I'm at about 36 hours awake. I was about 85-90% ready for the movers when they arrived. I quickly caught up (60 minutes or so at most), and they took 6 hours to move me out of the tiny apartment. Two guys, on the older side. One said he's been doing this for 43 years. They ran out of boxes, and almost didn't finish packing my kitchen. I looked at him flumuxed and said, "you want me to hit the Home Depot or something??" "ya that would be great". WTF. Ok, seems if I want those dishes packed, *I* need to get the boxes for you. In his defense, the sales guy did say 2-3 boxes, and it took 5. Then after they finally finished, it left me 2 hours to pack the car and clean the apartment. I called the leasing office, they said I had until midnight, and could put the keys and gate remote in an evnelope, and drop them in the key slot. Friend Fred came over and helped out. We went out to get some much needed food. Came back, finished up (didn't clean all that much, it's tidy, but not spic n span). Fred gives me an envelope, I write a note about the oven (movers packed the bucket after I told them not to. Couldn't get all the Easy Off wiped). Put the keys and clicker in the envelope, lick it closed. Walk up to the leasing office to drop it in the key drop... wouldn't fit, due to the clicker. @@ WTF?! I call the security folk to put the envelope on the other side of the slot. Dispatcher says she will send a patrol, and wait out front. I'm in my car waiting TWENTY MINUTES. A car finally arrives. I get up, and just as I get up, they LEAVE! I call the dispatch back, she tells me, "oh, they can't do that, I forgot to get your number, so I couldn't call you back to let you know." Then the patrol car returns, I flag them down. Explain the situation, and the patrol officer is like "no problem, I'll put it on the managers desk".

Now, I am in a lovely Hyatt Suite. It's the hotel the theater uses for out of town folks. It's rather nice. But apparently the coke from dinner (that I ordered so I didn't fall asleep while talking to Fred and eating) is kicking in. Brain not shutting off. Muscles are screaming. I look forward to tomorrow as I head north to OK City, and pick up Route 66! The movers said I was the first of 5 pick ups, so probably Friday or Saturday next week for delivery. He'll call me Monday and let me know. :: Breathe :: It's done. Now just gotta get to my new apartment in a meanderingly fashion. Thanks for all the ~ma!

Have a great meander, omnis! But first, have some well-earned sleep.

OMG, omnis, I'm tired just reading all that. Safe travels to you.

bonny, I have a needle issue, too, though not as bad as you. I took a Wilderness First Aid course years ago and loved it, and read Where There Is No Doctor pretty much cover to cover during Peace Corps. And thanks to rugby I know more than I should about concussions. I want to renew my CPR and learn to use an AED, but the classes are always during our staff meetings.

learn to use an AED

AEDs are so awesomely made of awesome cakes that they fricking TELL you how to use them. There are big, clear instructions written on them on how to attach the electrodes, and voice prompts to continue chest compressions/rescue breathing - totally possible for an inexperienced user to Save A Life using an AED, provided the person can stay clear-headed enough to have basic reading comprehension. Break the jewelry, cut the clothes, follow the instructions. Way easier than the abdomenal thrusts formerly known as Heimlich manuever.

Job~ma going out to Kristin, Vortex, and Maria.

Happy moving, omnis, Miracleborns, and Nora and Tom.

Where There Is No Doctor

Totally looking into that one.

Any thoughts on compression only CPR? I saw a video recently and am intrigued.

Must get recertified.

Any thoughts on compression only CPR? I saw a video recently and am intrigued.

I know that there was a pilot study down in Tuscon a few years back, where the rescue squads were doing compression-only, but I never heard any firm results from it. I do know that in caregiver (as opposed to the training that nurses get, which is a faster rhythm) training, we are still being instructed to do the rescue breathing, but that if for some reason we feel we cannot do the rescue breathing - for instance, the victim's face might be extremely bloody, or not having a cpr face barrier to protect from disease transmission - to at least do the compressions.

bonny, have you gone to pet cpr classes? Our local Red Cross offers them, but naturally, always at a time when I'm working.

bonny, have you gone to pet cpr classes?

I had never even heard of such a thing, but there is one in my area (at a small discount, no less) at the end of May. Thanks for the heads up. Not only do I want to know it for myself, but it will be great info to share with my doggy folks.

Awesome, Andi. Thanks for the tip.

I was CPR certified 2 years ago for my work in the teen homeless shelter, and I was the only person at that training, Which means I did everything, over and over, hand-on, for 9 hours.

I have never been so sore, even after climbing a mountain. And I'm STILL not positive I could do it well enough to save a life.

I like medical stuff; I do fine with blood, and suturing needles, just not IV needles. I could give my cat subdermal shots, no prob. And I can take stitches out -- Dan's stitches need to come out tomorrow, and he's very leery of me taking them out, but I've taken them out of pets before, including my very sensitive pet, AND out of my own stomach after my first surgery.

But I think it's ridiculous for him to go to a doc and pay the co-pay for them to remove two wee sutures, when I can do it in 30 seconds. He thinks I'm bloodythirsty or something. @@

He thinks I'm bloodythirsty or something.

Thanks for the heads up. Not only do I want to know it for myself, but it will be great info to share with my doggy folks.

I thought it was worth mentioning. In fact, I had this brief mental flash of you talking about it in your Doggy Lama seminars.