While the obvious HUGE good thing is that Tim's lung is nicely re-inflated and staying that way, he's got some blisters at the edge of the Tegaderm over the incision site, and the doctor said to leave it on for 48 hours, and Tim is a stickler for following rules. So I took nail scissors and tried to cut a margin of the Tegaderm away from the blisters. It also looks like one of his piercings might be infected.
And compared to a collapsed lung, those are minor, but still. Those are literally adding insult to injury.
Ow, blisters under the Tegaderm? Is he allergic to it, or is it rubbing him wrong, or what?
I am freaked out. I did not know pack rats were actual rats. That collected things. I do not want to know that.
Also, my neighbors came by this afternoon and claimed they've seen crackheads smoking by our garages, and suggested we get a motion detector sprinkler. Um....
I totes want some tillamookies. Mmmm. Also good: those gelato sandwich bars--the key lime with graham cracker is delicious.
Crackheads by the garage is NOT ON, meara. Yeesh.
Recipes that involve tutorials can be a bit much.
Hence my hesitation
It sounds like he's allergic to the Tegaderm, which is not unheard of. If it was me, I'd take off the tegaderm and replace it with a larger nonabsorbent pad and paper tape.
Allergic to Tegaderm? What a bummer.
I am sensitive to Tegaderm (most medical tape adhesives, too). I'm sorry Tim has to add that to the sucktastic experience.
There is a piano tuner in my office.
I can never resist saying "Oh! My favorite song!". Every time. Sometimes I'm an ass.
I hear some pretty random things from my office.
Woke up too early, couldn't stop thinking about work, so I just came in. I think I actually can get everything done today with no problem (and my main deadline is actually on Sunday, so worst-case scenario, I still have the weekend to finish things up), but ugh. Stupid work. At least I had a brainstorm about someone to ask for help on one tricky thing.
The tuning song! Although I go too long between piano tunings, I'm not really sure what it sounds like.
If I were to wear khakis and a polo shirt because in my head that is "casual Friday uniform" is that normcore or can a 46-year-old lady not wear that ironically?
Not actually what I am wearing today, I was just thinking about it. Actually wearing a long denim dress and an oatmeal shrug, feels vaguely prairie-ish but somewhat sincere.
So, after my co-worker who is moving to another department left for the day yesterday, grandboss (actually great grand boss? Our organizational structure feels much flatter than it looks on charts) came by and noticed her cube was empty and said "It's not June 1st" (which is her first day at the other department, so I said how coworker was on vacation tomorrow (meaning today because this was yesterday) so she was done with us, and boss said something like oh, we didn't get a chance to do anything for her like a lunch or something, so I said that we had had the potluck before I realized that no one had invited great grand boss. Oops. It's our boss's fault, she did the inviting and didn't include any higher ups, but I'm the one that spilled the beans. Oh well. I did mention that it was pretty last minute and offered her cookies, it's all I could think of to do, but I feel bad about it.
Heh, I like my tag next to yours, Jesse.
