No, I didn't get tired of my new house already.
No, we're not moving.
Check me out over here
That is all.
I was a research scientist at FC (go with me, here), researching both murders that had been happening on campus and a new strain of AIDS that completely changed the makeup of the human body. Among the effects of the new strain of AIDS was that it was much more easily contagious.
In between sniffing out clues about who had killed someone I'd never heard of before, I realized I needed to get to the store to get surgical masks and gloves for the entire campus population, to protect them from our patients. Upon arriving back, I dispatched Colly to hand out the masks and gloves, and I headed straight to the lab.
We'd found the best way to contain the patients was to put them in the driver seats of non-operating cars. The patients were all ages and sizes - another side effect of the disease was that the patients grew larger than expected for their age. On dissecting a recently deceased patient, I discovered that the part of the brain that held the conscience and religious nature was totally missing, at least in this one.
While looking into that, I heard a scuffle behind me. I turned around to look, and one of the patients had managed to figure out how to get out of the car, and was lumbering around. He found me and started tussling with me. I yelled for someone to find Dr. Thornton
, the lead scientist on the team, and to bring the Tazer.
And as I was waiting for them to show up ... I woke up.
Yeah, interpret THAT!
Not as bad as I'd feared. Turns out the class I was in (which I had to complete for work - all gym staff in the state have to be CPR and AED certified) was actually the first day of an EMD certification course - for dispatchers for 911. So at least I spent the day with relatively competent people. :)
I was actually only there from 8-1, as the rest of the day was stuff like describing CPR technique over the phone. That was pretty nice, especially since I spent most of the day feeling pretty yucky. :(
But yes, I did get to be intimate friends with my dummy. I think my favorite part of the whole thing is that the first step is to be sure the scene is safe - if the person is in the middle of the street, make sure you're not going to get run over. So, at the beginning of each practice scenario, we had to say "The scene is safe." It got pretty ridiculous. :) I also enjoyed the infant CPR process - one of the first steps is to tap the baby's foot, while shouting "Are you OK? Are you OK?" Why shout that? It's not like the baby's going to sit up and say, "Why, yes, Mom, I'm fine, thanks for asking!" Wouldn't it make more sense to call the baby's name or something?
As much as I may ridicule it, I actually did pay attention and feel relieved when we did the infant CPR thing - I now know what to do if my baby stops breathing, or (much more likely) chokes on something.
To those who've been asking, I'm doing well these days. It appears (knock on wood) that my morning sickness has hit the road, and while I'm still pretty lethargic, that seems to be getting better, too! Of course, I'm feeling pretty peppy today, because over the last 72 hours, I slept 33. :) That felt pretty good.
Oh, speaking of sleep, a funny. Saturday night, around 11:30, there was a loud crash just outside our bedroom door. That startled me awake, as it did Matt. Apparently it interacted strangely with Matt's dream as he woke up screaming, and then yelled, "WHO ARE YOU?" I thought, naturally, that he had seen someone at our door, who was responsible for the crash, so I FREAKED OUT. I felt him pushing on my back, which I interpreted as "Go find out what's going on." My reaction, of course, was ... No. YOU go find out what's going on. So I told him (in a whisper) to turn on his lamp, and then to go find out what that was. He told me OK, and then told me to grab the phone in case I needed to call 911. He walked halfway across the room, stopped, then hurriedly went the rest of the way and flung the door open. There was no one there (big surprise), so he went stalking around the upstairs, flicking on lights as he went. Eventually he found the culprit - the dustpan and attached broom had leapt to its death from the wall of the linen closet.
To his credit, he claims that when he pushed on me, he was just making sure I was awake. In case the loud crash and him screaming at the top of his lungs didn't do the trick ...
Never a dull moment at the Bassford home. Can you say the same for yours?
8 HOURS of CPR certification class today. How does CPR cert take 8 hours?!?!? I guess I'm about to go find out ...
Hopefully I'll see you on the flipside ... we'll see ...
Any time that 2nd trimester burst of energy wants to show up, that'd be fine by me. Seriously. :)
I've had a busy day! I woke up this morning and headed fairly immediately to the
dentist, to finish up a root canal that we've been working on for several months now. :) He didn't want to do any work during my first trimester, so we waited till now to finish it. I didn't have too much pain today, but it did take 2 hours.
As soon as I was done there, I went home and picked Matt up, and we headed over to Jeff
to watch their 2 kids so they could go out to lunch. We had a blast - Matt held the baby for a little while, which was VERY cute. :) I ended up feeding her and putting her to sleep ... and I decided she could just sleep in my lap. :) She had a good nap, and I very nearly did, too! :)
We left J&P's just in time to get me to work, where there were 3 ladies waiting for me to open the doors! What dedication! Beats yesterday, when I was here for almost 3 hours by myself ... :)
Monday I'm in a CPR certification class from 8a-4:30p, Tuesday I work 6-1, Thursday I work 6-1 AND 3-9 ... I need Saturday!! :)
What's planned for your weekend??