Nilknarf News

I was on the "Z", and we had a biopsy to do, so I got to do it... I haven't got to do a biopsy for a coupla months, seems like. Every time I was there on my rotation, the schedule was empty.

Anyhoo, the patient had a mediastinal mass, which meant that the doc doing the procedure had to be very precise in placing the needle... there are many large important blood vessels in the chest, of course, and there was only one way to go to hit the lesion without hitting something that could be fatal.

And the doc did well, although it was pretty scary altogether. I thought that I was doing well, but I noticed that my hands were shaking after we were done, a delayed reaction to lots of adrenaline.

We had a cold front move through last night, dropping O, a hundredth of an inch of rain or so. I didn't check the temp before I set out, but I wore my sandals and a short-sleeved shirt. And the radio said that it was 40°F and the wind was from the north at 25-30 MPH. And I walked a block into that wind with bare arms and feet, and I wisht that I was smarter. I do generally come in out of the rain, even though I haven't had to prove that for quite a while... we do need some rain, dammit.

And thunderstorms! And wind! And tornados in the vicinity! Harmless ones, of course.

OK, it's later now. 19:57, to be precise, and, after all, precision is what I'm all about. Get it? *about* precision. O'well.

So, whilst I'm in the mood... what's Irish and you sit on in the summer and put away for the winter? Patty O'Furniture, of course! Highlight to see the completely surprising answer....

Lacee horned in on my self-portrait tonight, improving it vastly.

And I sure am glad that it's Friday. As I mentioned earlier, it was a pretty good day, but the week has been pretty bad, and I'm glad to see it be gone. No big plans for the weekend, other than reading Black Hawk Down, which I borrowed from a friend at work. And I might watch Swordfish tomorrow night, since Karen didn't really seem interested in it.

In other news (yeah, I'm jumping all over the place tonight) I'm not doing well at sustaining my diet this last week... but at least I didn't lose any ground, but I haven't lost any more weight, and I'm afraid that my BS levels are higher than I want them to be, but not dangerously so.

One mystery: I took my BS before I went to bed on Monday, and it was at 104. Pretty good, heh. And then I took it the next morning, and it was 119. Still not bad, but where the hell did all that glucose come from? While I was sleeping? Am I breaking down fat while I'm sleeping? I didn't think that it worked that way, but I have no other explanation. And no, I didn't sleepwalk and eat a bunch of bread or candy anything like that!

I kept meaning to call the diabetics nurse at the hospital to find out, but I kept not having enough time to do that. Damn work, all I have time to do there is work.

And, speaking of which, many of the job openings I've been looking at lately have the average patient loads listed... and they're about 25% of what we're doing. We *are* awfully efficient, though. And most of the time, we click pretty good. And it's fun to be on a team that clicks. Kicks ass.

I recently joined the portal at Three-Way Action, which means that I need to be able to think of a "description or teaser" of the new entry. Heh. This reminds me of my decision, early on in my journalling career, to not use titles. No, I use dates instead. I like dates, and I hated the idea of thinking of a title for each entry, and I really admire people who do that. My titles would be pretty phoney... another day, another dollar would head 75% of the entries.

And it seems like a burden, titling the entries. I *like* writing the entries, but titles? Seems too much like work, y'know?