Showing posts with label stick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stick. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

I wonder if...

The moon is changing. Lots of weirdness going on in this neck of the woods in RehabLand.

1. I was doing a patient visit today and I thought I was going to hear a sad tale of woe. Said patient got one of those "grandkids need money to stay out of jail" scammer calls. He almost fell for it, but his daughter called some of my friends (yes, I do have some) at ReallySwankySuburb PD and they told her not to do anything, since it's a scam.  It's a very good one, too, with multiple phone calls, etc. The patient was pretty proud that it was Senior 1, Scammer 0, and so was I.

2. The boys at home are crabby. All day, every day. Bubba forgot his lacrosse stick and missed his last game. Puberty is driving everyone nuts.

3. My equipment I wished for is messed up. Hopefully, our guy in safety can get it fixed. Hurry up and wait for the specialty mechanics.

Will Friday get her sooner? If only...

Stay tuned.


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Things not to do, part 77

It really seems like it. It's so very easy to find things folks should not do.

1. Don't wear jewelry to CPR class.
Especially, if it is a long necklace and is going to get tangled up in the AED simulator. Shock anyone?

2. Diss the nurses.
Not my patient, but even my doctor relatives know this is not a good thing.

3. Stick a q-tip up your nose.
Because it really, really is a bad thing if you break off the long wooden stick, and the rest of it stays in your nose. We will have to send you for an extraction.

Stay tuned!