Rolling

If they set me up to work from home, the newly cleared spare/shop is ready. With cats.


A friend wrote about her coping mechanisms.

"...board games and card tricks, taking walks, singing round the piano after dinner, reciting poetry by the fire, knitting socks for soldiers..."


So I had to add, rolling bandages. Which I actually do, although not for the current crisis. For one surgeon who does not use elastic wraps for his knee surgery patients. I took over the job because I'd get snapped at for them being too short, and I hated that some previous nurses would roll these in the lunch room. I took it to the steel back tables in the hall, measured the best-generous length, worked out an efficient system to cut and roll them. The full bias roll makes about 20, and I can do two rolls, 40 wraps, in about 20-30 minutes, which lasts a couple of months or so. The bin for them is full, and will stay full, for a very long time.


Untitled from Zhoen on Vimeo.

My work has a free Will feature, so we did that this morning. We'd thought everything from one would go to the other, but then remembered this week that we both have wills. From the ramp up to deployment for GWI, which would leave everything to our respective parents, then eldest sibling. This is not ok by either of us. Set it up this morning, if we're both gone, Dylan's smartest brother will get everything, and we can just let him know any further details. He's an honorable person, and will share out appropriately. The Department of Veterans Affairs has promised to bury us. A local friend will make sure our cats have a home.



I start tomorrow taking calls. Called up.

Must roll with it.