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Yeah, I swear every now and then. I guess that makes me a naughty little monkey. If you have a problem with that, more power to ya. Everyone needs a hobby.

WIPs
Gong Stampato

FOs
Hot Head x 2
Ribbed-for-Her-Pleasure-Scarf
'04
Hot Head x 1
Top Secret
Black Bag
Zeeby's Bag
Big Bad Baby Blanket




   

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Is it really that great to be Rae? Absolutely!

This is where it's at:
The Band: System of a Down
The Album: Mezmerize
The Song: Lost in Hollywood


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THE CATS

Now there's a story in that, huh?

Beatrice

Shy, sweet and loving. She's got huge, expressive eyes and she loves pork rinds (dad gives them to her, ok?!)

Theta

Bizarre, curious and one fry short of a Happy Meal. She loves to suck on my ear and string yarn all around the house.


THE SNAKE

What got you started on snakes, anyway?

Nora

Beautiful, calm and predictable. She's an amel corn I got at the '03 Herp Show in Tucson as a hatchling. It was love at first sight.


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Friday, October 01, 2004
Mothers to fear
I am a cynic.

I knew that becoming one would be just a matter of time. I braced myself for it. I could see that the ER was no place for blanket sympathy-drug addicts feed off of it. My utmost compassion is reserved for those who can be trusted, those who need it. Granted, I'm always professional and provide concern to any problem, I'm just not naieve enough to believe everything that wanders into my department.

That's why taking a woman up to Labor and Delievery is such a nice break. I think it's exciting to see the dad all bundled up with stuff and the mom just sits back in the wheelchair-mostly calm-and braces herself for the storm. I just think what an awsome day it is for this couple and their expirence to me is unfathomable. And I'd like to keep it that way for a long time, of course.

I had to take a woman up to L&D last night around 0200. I was trying to burn the last hour of my shift and I wanted that break. I thought the walk would put me in a better mood. I chatted with the woman and asked her all those boring, overused questions. Is this your first? yes, blah blah blah. She said she was scheduled for a C-section the next day, but her water had broken.

"I guess this is going to be a night baby," she said, sounding almost disappointed.
"Oh, you never know," I replied, implicating that her labor would probably continue into the morning. To that she retorted, in almost a threatening way, "They had better not put me through any of that labor stuff." Labor stuff? Why the hell did you get pregnant?! This is proof to me that you were probably not intended to procreate.

The saga continued.

The L&D ladies told me which room to bring her too and as I rolled her into it, she complained immediatly. "What, I don't get to pick my room? I wanted a blue room! I hate beige! It's so hospitally..." I was apalled. The nurses tried to calm her down by reminding her that her room was the largest suite on the floor. She was still upset. Large suite or not, the room wasn't blue, and I guess that's all that mattered.

The nurse asked why a C-section was being performed. That set this mom-to-be off again. Everyone argued with her, blah blah blah. That's because it's stupid, I thought. Most mothers regret not being able to go through the natural process of birth. The L&D nurse was amazing. She stopped everything, sat down and, like an angle, explained every reason a C-section was performed, every medical condition that would warrant it. The nurse told her that she shouldn't take offense to the question because it told the staff if there were any conditions that would make the birth harder. I've never seen that kind of patience. I've never seen anyone handle a crazy person with such finesse and grace. That nurse definately made an impression on me, but she had almost no impact on the woman.

I hate that woman. I fear the child that she has. I don't know why that woman ever got pregnant, she wasn't young, if you know what I mean. I hope some day, she looks back on her actions and is utterly disgusted with her self. That's the only true retribution that I could ever feel.

Posted at 19:04 by Rae
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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Spectrum
Two sleeves finished...yay! They're not the same length, so I'll have to do a bit of work before I join them with the body. I'm having fits with measuring. I'll have to ask one of my superiors what the deal is because there's something I'm not doing right.

I've picked out a project for a friend who's expecting. I don't like babies, but I think every baby deserves something handknit. I know that mom's probably don't like it because it's not practical, but seriously, a handknit blanket or, in this case, jumper and bootie combo is utterly unique. The project will require me to boost my skills, so, naturally, I'm thrilled about it.



My biology teacher is really, throughly boring. In fact, he may be the dryest, most uninteresting teacher that I've every had. Only drugs and sugar can get me through this class. It's not the subject matter, either. The anatomy and physiology of a human is a fascinating and intricate topic. But, somehow, the man sucks all the lifeforce out of me everytime a fossilized word drips from his dusty mouth. It's hard enough to get myself to go to school...suffering though this class isn't doing me any favours. Seriously, I zoned out for a good hour tonight. It was one of those fighting to keep my eyes open kind of things. My notes were a page of scribbles because I kept falling asleep. I forced myself to write poetry in an attempt to keep myself awake with an added bonus of looking like I was paying attention. I learn a lot better from the book than from this man, especially since he reads his notes almost verbatum. That's not teaching. That's reading. And since I'm really good at reading, I think I should get some monetary compensation for this hell-bound class.

That being said...

My writing teacher is amazing. She's got two masters in vastly different subject under her belt and she nonchalauntly mentioned that she's in medical school. She's one of those awesome hispanic women who just make life fun and inspired. Props to her. She had a baby eight weeks ago and I want to knit him a cap as my gift to this woman for being so accomplished.

 
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Pee Jar
I went to Borders and was pleased to see two full shelves of knitting books. There was a book on finishing that I probably should have got, but I'm saving up for that Axim X30. Finishing can wait.



Someone, please tell me why phenergan isn't availible over-the-counter. To my knowledge, this is not classified as a controlled substance. I think that a lot less people would come into the ER if they could just stay home and give themselves a phenergan suppository. Plus, um, I was really nauseous yesterday and could have used some.



So my friend mentions that the tech company he works for has a position open for, in his words, a cheerleader. Basically, a call comes in, and the person gets the information on the company and issue and sends the call to the correct speciality group to fix the problem. In short, a monkey could do this. But it pays 12 bucks an hour, with full benefits, tuition rembursment, and stock options.

In contrast, I get paid 9.50. I get paid 9 dollars and 50 cents to run my ass around the emergency room. For every hour of puking, bleeding, diarrhea, screaming, CPR, catheterization, wound irrigation, warm blankets, stocking, blood draws, urine dips, splinting and EKG's that I do, I get paid a full two and a half dollars less than someone who sits in a chair, in a cubicle, and routes calls. I get a half hour lunch, I have no benefits, I work 12 hour shifts, and a monkey could not, with any stretch of the imagination, do my job.

My friend calmed me down by reminding me that my job is a love labor and I would never be happy behind a desk. True. It would be nice to have an hour long lunch, be able to sit down, have a space of my own, work normal hours, have the weekends off. But, oddly enough, I like what I do. And I only have about three years to suffer through before I'm done with nursing school. I'll still pretty much be doing the same thing, but getting paid a lot more to do it.

I know that being an EMT is a relativly small accomplishment, but I feel important at work. Apparently, not everyone likes to deal with blood and guts. In the hospital hierarchy, the doctors give the orders, the nurses execute them, and the techs back the nurses up. So, while I have no independent patient care responsibility, I'm still a valuble and active member of the system. At the end of the day, I can walk to my car knowing that I helped someone.  Routing calls? Please..



Yesterday, I gave a 16 year old kid a urinal because he couldn't get up out of bed to use the bathroom. He looked at me and said, "Uh, how do I used it?" I didn't know what to say. "You pee in it," was about the best advice I could give him. Almost immediatly after that, an elderly man asked me for a 'pee jar' (his words). For some reason, and maybe I'm just a hospital dork, I found that really funny.


 
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Like a virgin...
One of my biggest probelms as a human is my timidity and perfectionism. Applied to knitting, it means that instead of knawing at a project and trying to learn as I went, I spent years putting stitches into scrap fabric that ended up a cat toy. Bottom line...I'm proud of taking the plunge into my first sweater.

I grabbed the pattern from knitty.com. It's called 'Topsecret'. I choose this pattern because it looked warm and comfy...and has almost no shaping.

I've encountered some problems so far. The first skein of yarn I used looks lighter than the rest of my yarn. I checked to make sure everything was kosher at my LYS, but I must have screwed up somewhere along the way. I'm not terribly worried about it and I'm sure as hell not going to frog this thing because the color is a little off.

I overknit one sleeve, lol. I was in the knitting zone and ended up an inch and a half over where I needed to be. That, however, I will tink.

Here is where I'm at so far.



In other news...

Fox News really punches my funny bone. I think it's cute how they try to be different and say that they're balanced but the truth is they're in it for the money just like everyone else on TV. And I love the corners that they back themselves into.

Take this current situation with the hurricanes in Flordia. They had this nonstop coverage when Ivan hit, which, like I said, I think is cute. There's no logical reason to have 'round the clock coverage of a hurricane, everyone pretty much knows what is going to happen. There is a story there, and amazingly enough, Geraldo touched on it earlier tonight when he asked "Why don't they run power lines underground in Florida they way they do in NYC?" Whomever he was asking danced around the question, never explaining why that had not yet been enacted. And, of course, Gerlado moved on.

My point is, there's a greater story out there, but no news station, especially Fox, will cover it. People don't want to face higher taxes or their own stupidity, or think above an 8th grade level. It's just cooler to see some nobody newscaster standing in the howling wind and pouring rain dodging shingles and yelling at the top of their lungs. To me, that's a publicity stunt. While it was fun during Ivan, Fox now must put forth the same painstaking efforts in these subsequent storms.

It reminds me of the phase the media went through with missing persons. Fox put all of it's efforts into the kidnapping of a young, white girl and then realized that they put themselves into a corner where they needed to cover every missing white girl. As someone who lives in reality, I realise that children are kidnapped every day, most often by a family member, and most often, not white. I think that was talked about, um, NEVER during that particular fad.

The media has a role during tragic, catostrophic events. That role is not to suck in the most viewers or get a promotion. It's to protect, educate, and inform the public. Instead I see scare tactics and meaninless charts. Don't even get my started on 'The Summer of the Shark.'

This is my affirmation of why I did not go into journalism. It's the logic that would have gotten in the way.

Looking back
Before I got on the blog boat, I finished a few projects, which I'm pretty proud of. One was Big Bad Baby Blanket and they other was Zeeby's Bag, both from Stitch 'n Bitch. The baby blanket, being a gift, was given away a few weeks ago. Zeeby's Bag, on the other hand, is for my personal stash.

I'm re-naming the project Zbag because I made a few changes to it. For one thing, I ran out of MC yarn to knit the straps with, so I did them in CC and used blanket stitch in MC around the edges. I used regular horizontal seam sewing to sew the gusset to the edges...none of my pieces really matched up right, I guess I have a lot to learn about measuring. As a way to tie the strap color to the bag, I sewed the pocket on the outside. It turned out to look kinda cute, but I never would have had the courage if it wasn't for my knitting buds to give me the go ahead. Anyway, when I got done, the bag was a little bigger than I wanted for a purse, so I felted it. See the finised product here and check out Stich 'n Bitch projects here.

The temp has dropped a bit, so I've started work on a sweater.

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