i don’t really get it
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For some reason people are reblogging the anecdotal story I told about my personal friend doing his doctoring in this pandemic like it’s a, I dunno, chain email forward or something, I considered tagging it “don’t reblog” because I had a feeling, but then I was like, well, whatever, it’s just a story– but it’s weird and I’m kind of weirded out that it’s now overwhelmed my mentions. It is… a personal story, and it’s not like… insider information. It’s weird!
Anyway here’s another story of him, he went in for another transplant yesterday but got called off because, disappointingly, after they had started preparing, they got the biopsy results back from the donor liver and discovered that it was not healthy enough, so they had to send the recipient home.
So my friend came home and said, well, since this is a work day for me, I’m going to study for the certification exam I have coming up in June. He had a shiny textbook on something, titled, like “A practical guide to [four syllable word] for [six syllable word]” and I was like, I can tell these are English terms but I don’t know what any of them mean.
He explained it, pretty competently– you can shove a little camera down someone’s esophagus with a tiny ultrasound machine on it instead of the camera part, and take ultrasounds of their heart with it, and it’s a newish technique and something he’s pursuing certification in. Fine, fine, interesting.
Later he was lying on the couch reading, and he said “Ohhhhh, that makes perfect sense” to himself, got out his hi-liter, and made a note.
(His daughter then attempted to steal the hi-liter, and there was a break while he went and found the last one she’d stolen and ruined so that she could use that one again.)
He resumed reading, and turned the page, and after a long silence (the children were now on their way to bed, in his wife’s care, so we were sitting around quietly) he said, to himself, “Well now that’s just witchcraft,” and got the hi-liter back out.
“it’s sort of nice,” he said, “to have time to catch up on studying,” because of the schedule disruptions from the coronavirus– if it weren’t for that, he’d’ve been doing half a dozen little procedures today– and I said “How long do you think things will remain quiet?” and he made a long face and didn’t answer in any words.
They are transferring patients out of NYC in an attempt to keep up– some have come up to Albany. Our asshole governor persists in using the word “upstate” to refer to “Western” NY– the state is divided into four regions and everyone who lives here who doesn’t live in NYC, which is one of the four, knows that there are four regions, but Andy lives in NYC so he doesn’t acknowledge a full half of the state as existing. ANYHOO. So far they’re only shipping people as far as Albany, and only in a specific scenario. The Navy hospital ship is also meant to ease the strain a bit. We’re not at capacity down there yet. Up here, we’re probably two weeks behind NYC in terms of the curve. The problem is that the acute patients with this disease typically need 2-3 weeks of intensive hospital care to recover, so if we take acute NYC patients it’s not like they’ll be clear of our inadequate hospital capacity for our population before it hits us.
But. Anyway. Little Mister Lost A Tooth was given $3 by the tooth fairy, but keeps explaining that it’s One Dollar because he lost One Tooth, because he hasn’t mastered the concepts of money yet and so he’s holding three one dollar bills and reading the “one” off them and saying “it’s one dollar!” … It’s very cute.
Today I’m getting folded more into the homeschooling schedule and doing workbook work. It’ll be good for me to review word problems.
For some reason people are reblogging the anecdotal story I told about my personal friend doing his doctoring in this pandemic like it’s a, I dunno, chain email forward or something, I considered tagging it “don’t reblog” because I had a feeling, but then I was like, well, whatever, it’s just a story– but it’s weird and I’m kind of weirded out that it’s now overwhelmed my mentions. It is… a personal story, and it’s not like… insider information. It’s weird!
Anyway here’s another story of him, he went in for another transplant yesterday but got called off because, disappointingly, after they had started preparing, they got the biopsy results back from the donor liver and discovered that it was not healthy enough, so they had to send the recipient home.
So my friend came home and said, well, since this is a work day for me, I’m going to study for the certification exam I have coming up in June. He had a shiny textbook on something, titled, like “A practical guide to [four syllable word] for [six syllable word]” and I was like, I can tell these are English terms but I don’t know what any of them mean.
He explained it, pretty competently– you can shove a little camera down someone’s esophagus with a tiny ultrasound machine on it instead of the camera part, and take ultrasounds of their heart with it, and it’s a newish technique and something he’s pursuing certification in. Fine, fine, interesting.
Later he was lying on the couch reading, and he said “Ohhhhh, that makes perfect sense” to himself, got out his hi-liter, and made a note.
(His daughter then attempted to steal the hi-liter, and there was a break while he went and found the last one she’d stolen and ruined so that she could use that one again.)
He resumed reading, and turned the page, and after a long silence (the children were now on their way to bed, in his wife’s care, so we were sitting around quietly) he said, to himself, “Well now that’s just witchcraft,” and got the hi-liter back out.
“it’s sort of nice,” he said, “to have time to catch up on studying,” because of the schedule disruptions from the coronavirus– if it weren’t for that, he’d’ve been doing half a dozen little procedures today– and I said “How long do you think things will remain quiet?” and he made a long face and didn’t answer in any words.
They are transferring patients out of NYC in an attempt to keep up– some have come up to Albany. Our asshole governor persists in using the word “upstate” to refer to “Western” NY– the state is divided into four regions and everyone who lives here who doesn’t live in NYC, which is one of the four, knows that there are four regions, but Andy lives in NYC so he doesn’t acknowledge a full half of the state as existing. ANYHOO. So far they’re only shipping people as far as Albany, and only in a specific scenario. The Navy hospital ship is also meant to ease the strain a bit. We’re not at capacity down there yet. Up here, we’re probably two weeks behind NYC in terms of the curve. The problem is that the acute patients with this disease typically need 2-3 weeks of intensive hospital care to recover, so if we take acute NYC patients it’s not like they’ll be clear of our inadequate hospital capacity for our population before it hits us.
But. Anyway. Little Mister Lost A Tooth was given $3 by the tooth fairy, but keeps explaining that it’s One Dollar because he lost One Tooth, because he hasn’t mastered the concepts of money yet and so he’s holding three one dollar bills and reading the “one” off them and saying “it’s one dollar!” … It’s very cute.
Today I’m getting folded more into the homeschooling schedule and doing workbook work. It’ll be good for me to review word problems.
