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laundry day
Sep. 2nd, 2021 07:47 pmToday was my day off and it started with laundry and transportation. I threw the first load of laundry of the day in, got Zary and Trentyn into the car, picked up my son Carl and his son Seth, and drove them all to school and work. Carl asked if I'd give a ride to two of his friends to work, so I did that, too.
For the last couple of days, there's been a young woman with some significant mental health issues hanging out with Wolf. Wolf lives in our attic for now. I told him that she needed to leave and he agreed, but was perplexed because she just wouldn't go. When I stopped home in between dropping the last couple of guys off at work and heading to the credit union, she was standing at my stove making herself a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Look," I said, "Wolf is going to be leaving sometime today to talk to someone at CMH and you're going to have to leave."
She gave me a sideways look from the corner of her eye. "Do you want me to make you a grilled cheese? Or grilled cheese and tomato, those are really good. But I don't think you have any tomato."
I sighed and said, "No, I just had breakfast. I've got to switch the laundry over and then do some errands. You need to get yourself together and head out."
After that, off to the credit union that my friend Monday goes to. Monday is going to help a lot with childcare while I'm gone travel nursing in Deleware, and in exchange I'm going put money into her credit union account. And to do that, I have to be a member of that credit union.
The boys only had half a day in school because of the holiday weekend, so right after finishing with the credit union, I went to pick them up. Then I dropped off Zary with Aunty Crystal, along with lunch for everyone.
When I got back from dropping off Zary and the Taco Bell Party Pack of a lunch to Crystal and the kids, Wolf was in the kitchen doing dishes, which was kinda nice.
But he looked worried. "I can't get rid of her," he muttered. "She won't leave."
The dog barked--Wolf's other friend, his buddy Dillon who got dinged by a car yesterday and I'm pretty sure he has a fractured tibia, came limping into the front door with the girl following him. "Hey," I said to them both, "you guys need to get your stuff together and go. I'm taking Wolf to CMH and I can't leave you here while I'm gone."
"Whatever," the girl said. "You didn't have a problem leaving me here this morning." She tripped up the stairs and then up the attic stairs.
Great.
I went and switched over more laundry, dropped the clean and dry load off in my bedroom, and went up to the attic. She was there alone, picking through some stuff on the floor.
"Ok, now you've got to go." I walked around her until I was standing behind her and she was closest to the attic stairs. "Let's go."
She grabbed her duffle bag. "I'm just ..." a huff and a puff, "I'm just ..." But she never got the rest of it out. She tossed the larger duffle down the stairs and followed after it. In the upstairs hall, she turned. "Can I get some money or something. Like, for the bus."
"All I've got is some small change. Not even enough for the bus." I never really have any cash on me.
"Yeah," she said, "that's ok."
I reached in my pocket and and handed her thirty-seven cents. There's a window there at the top of the stairs and the money caught in a sunbeam, glinting dully.
She had a thin scarf around her neck, and when she held out her palm, she trailed the scarf there, so that the money wouldn't touch her skin. She looked down at it and then threw it past me, onto the window sill. Then she turned and flounced down the stairs. I stood for half a beat, surprised, and turned and scooped up my change.
When she flounced out the front door, I locked it behind her.
She stood around on the porch for a while. Dillon was out there and he talked to her for a bit.
It was now about 1:30 pm but felt a lot later. I folded and sorted laundry. Mike got home from work at 3 pm and I helped the boys pack -- they're all going up north for the weekend. I can't go because I've put in my 30-day notice and so now I can't use any of my remaining PTO. After Mike and the boys left for the UP, I switched laundry over again, then grabbed a bag of chips and sat and watched two episodes of Doctor Who -- I'm way behind.
A few minutes before 6pm, my friend Monday, who lives just up the block, asked if I wanted to come over for nachos and meet some friends of hers. When I got there, Monday and her friend Shannon were looking out across the back yard. "There's been an accident, right in front of my house. A guy on a motorcycle got hit."
"When?"
Shannon has two little kids, and the older one was running back and forth.
"Now," Monday said, "Just now."
I took off running.
A man was lying in the street, flat on his back, eyes half open and rolled back. A wrecked motorcycle was about 20 feet away. A small crowd had circled around and was looking at him.
I knelt down next to him. "I'm a nurse," I told the small group. "Can anyone here do CPR?" Eyes went wide and a few people stepped back.
"Someone called for help," a small voice offered.
"Good."
He was agonal breathing, a reflexive type of breathing that happens when someone is in cardiac arrest. It meant that he was dying. I tried for a pulse at the jugular but couldn't feel anything, so I started chest compressions. I felt one of his ribs move and I closed my eyes and kept going. After about half a minute I realized that I lost count, so I said, "Twenty-nine, thirty!" and bent toward his face, placing one hand behind his neck and one hand on his forehead, I tried to open his airway and give two good breaths. Then back to chest compressions. The second time I stopped for rescue breaths, he seemed to be breathing for real, but I still couldn't find a pulse. I was finishing up the third round of chest compressions when the ambulance arrived and I stepped back.
I paced back and forth on the sidewalk for a few minutes, all pumped up on adrenaline. I yelled at the EMS because they didn't use a neck brace when they rolled him onto the stretcher. The police shooed me away and I went back to Monday's.
But I couldn't settle down there, so I went home, did the last bit of dishes, switched over another load of laundry, and settled down to write this. Before I was done, Dillon came and asked if I'd give him a ride to a friend's house who was going to take him to the ER and check his leg. "I think it's broken," he said.
I never did get Wolf to CMH
I'm home from dropping Dillon off, and I switched over the final load of laundry and walked the dogs. Time for bed. Don't really know how to finish this other than to say I'm really tired.
Motorcycle accident
For the last couple of days, there's been a young woman with some significant mental health issues hanging out with Wolf. Wolf lives in our attic for now. I told him that she needed to leave and he agreed, but was perplexed because she just wouldn't go. When I stopped home in between dropping the last couple of guys off at work and heading to the credit union, she was standing at my stove making herself a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Look," I said, "Wolf is going to be leaving sometime today to talk to someone at CMH and you're going to have to leave."
She gave me a sideways look from the corner of her eye. "Do you want me to make you a grilled cheese? Or grilled cheese and tomato, those are really good. But I don't think you have any tomato."
I sighed and said, "No, I just had breakfast. I've got to switch the laundry over and then do some errands. You need to get yourself together and head out."
After that, off to the credit union that my friend Monday goes to. Monday is going to help a lot with childcare while I'm gone travel nursing in Deleware, and in exchange I'm going put money into her credit union account. And to do that, I have to be a member of that credit union.
The boys only had half a day in school because of the holiday weekend, so right after finishing with the credit union, I went to pick them up. Then I dropped off Zary with Aunty Crystal, along with lunch for everyone.
When I got back from dropping off Zary and the Taco Bell Party Pack of a lunch to Crystal and the kids, Wolf was in the kitchen doing dishes, which was kinda nice.
But he looked worried. "I can't get rid of her," he muttered. "She won't leave."
The dog barked--Wolf's other friend, his buddy Dillon who got dinged by a car yesterday and I'm pretty sure he has a fractured tibia, came limping into the front door with the girl following him. "Hey," I said to them both, "you guys need to get your stuff together and go. I'm taking Wolf to CMH and I can't leave you here while I'm gone."
"Whatever," the girl said. "You didn't have a problem leaving me here this morning." She tripped up the stairs and then up the attic stairs.
Great.
I went and switched over more laundry, dropped the clean and dry load off in my bedroom, and went up to the attic. She was there alone, picking through some stuff on the floor.
"Ok, now you've got to go." I walked around her until I was standing behind her and she was closest to the attic stairs. "Let's go."
She grabbed her duffle bag. "I'm just ..." a huff and a puff, "I'm just ..." But she never got the rest of it out. She tossed the larger duffle down the stairs and followed after it. In the upstairs hall, she turned. "Can I get some money or something. Like, for the bus."
"All I've got is some small change. Not even enough for the bus." I never really have any cash on me.
"Yeah," she said, "that's ok."
I reached in my pocket and and handed her thirty-seven cents. There's a window there at the top of the stairs and the money caught in a sunbeam, glinting dully.
She had a thin scarf around her neck, and when she held out her palm, she trailed the scarf there, so that the money wouldn't touch her skin. She looked down at it and then threw it past me, onto the window sill. Then she turned and flounced down the stairs. I stood for half a beat, surprised, and turned and scooped up my change.
When she flounced out the front door, I locked it behind her.
She stood around on the porch for a while. Dillon was out there and he talked to her for a bit.
It was now about 1:30 pm but felt a lot later. I folded and sorted laundry. Mike got home from work at 3 pm and I helped the boys pack -- they're all going up north for the weekend. I can't go because I've put in my 30-day notice and so now I can't use any of my remaining PTO. After Mike and the boys left for the UP, I switched laundry over again, then grabbed a bag of chips and sat and watched two episodes of Doctor Who -- I'm way behind.
A few minutes before 6pm, my friend Monday, who lives just up the block, asked if I wanted to come over for nachos and meet some friends of hers. When I got there, Monday and her friend Shannon were looking out across the back yard. "There's been an accident, right in front of my house. A guy on a motorcycle got hit."
"When?"
Shannon has two little kids, and the older one was running back and forth.
"Now," Monday said, "Just now."
I took off running.
A man was lying in the street, flat on his back, eyes half open and rolled back. A wrecked motorcycle was about 20 feet away. A small crowd had circled around and was looking at him.
I knelt down next to him. "I'm a nurse," I told the small group. "Can anyone here do CPR?" Eyes went wide and a few people stepped back.
"Someone called for help," a small voice offered.
"Good."
He was agonal breathing, a reflexive type of breathing that happens when someone is in cardiac arrest. It meant that he was dying. I tried for a pulse at the jugular but couldn't feel anything, so I started chest compressions. I felt one of his ribs move and I closed my eyes and kept going. After about half a minute I realized that I lost count, so I said, "Twenty-nine, thirty!" and bent toward his face, placing one hand behind his neck and one hand on his forehead, I tried to open his airway and give two good breaths. Then back to chest compressions. The second time I stopped for rescue breaths, he seemed to be breathing for real, but I still couldn't find a pulse. I was finishing up the third round of chest compressions when the ambulance arrived and I stepped back.
I paced back and forth on the sidewalk for a few minutes, all pumped up on adrenaline. I yelled at the EMS because they didn't use a neck brace when they rolled him onto the stretcher. The police shooed me away and I went back to Monday's.
But I couldn't settle down there, so I went home, did the last bit of dishes, switched over another load of laundry, and settled down to write this. Before I was done, Dillon came and asked if I'd give him a ride to a friend's house who was going to take him to the ER and check his leg. "I think it's broken," he said.
I never did get Wolf to CMH
I'm home from dropping Dillon off, and I switched over the final load of laundry and walked the dogs. Time for bed. Don't really know how to finish this other than to say I'm really tired.
Motorcycle accident
