Sailing

So tired, I fall asleep, then wake, feeling a compulsion to get up, do something. No sense to it, just this urge to move. So tired. Physically difficult week, my back is not exactly hurting more than usual, but I'm getting a tingling numb spot over my left hip joint, and there is a knot on my low back on that side. Anything indicating nerve compression worries me. Sneezing is to be dreaded, as the grass pollen starts to thicken the air.

Dreaming of being scrubbed in, the process of gowning a hoard. I woke feeling like my hands were gloved, double gloved.

There is a method to gowning a string of surcial team members. I scrub in first and set up, I gown and glove myself. There is a technique here. If they all come in together, the primary surgeon gets the first towel - then the first gown. If there are three or more needing to be gowned at once, towels are flung over hands, then gowns handed still folded, the surgeon gets gloved first, then shown the second pair to get on hizzer damnself. Then to the rest in general order of usefulness, fellow, resident, and eventually - the dripping and bewildered med student. This kind of clump is most common in a trauma, or when there is a teaching entourage situation. The former forces the prioritization, and the med student is lucky to be gotten to at all. The latter is just a matter of due process, and the onlookers will need to be watched and taught so as not to contaminate. I was taught to acknowledge everyone, though, so they know they will be gotten to, in time.

Rough night, woke too early after sitting up for over an hour. Stirred to D playing guitar softly in the other room, but drifted back into more dreams. Moby sleeping on me, walking on me. I've always enjoyed the feel of a cat walking on me.

Very rough week. The long weekend is most welcome. Yard sailing this morning.

Lorainne over at Hoarded Ordinaries, linked to Chris Hadfield (coolest person on earth)'s interview.


This is the least awful video of self gloving I could find.