Things I did on Saturday:
- took small lad to the golden arches for crap breakfast
- slept
- rolled over and slept some more
- rolled over again, felt nice and warm and toasty and slept some more
- stretched and got up
- washed dishes
- ordered pizza
- combed nits out of small lad’s hair
- combed nits out of my own hair
- watched Gardening Australia (which we never do)
- ate pizza
- had a shower
- thought about how nice I felt being all nice and warm and toasty and rolling over to go back to sleep (LUXURY!)
- moved bags of blood from one place to another
- a QAP set (take that anti-K)
Things I did on Sunday:
- hugged husbandly
- sat next to small lad in his bed and told him to go back to sleep
- looked at this entry, faffed about with it and closed it with no changes
- took chicken out of the freezer
- slept
- got up to wee
- slept again (not in the toilet)
- ate some leftover pizza
- cooked dinner
- ate dinner
- sat still while husbandly and small lad combed nits out of my hair
- combed nits out of small lad’s hair
- washed dishes
- had a shower
- braided small lad’s hair
- bemoaned my fumble fingers since I can braid my own hair quite well, but his always turns out a mess
- emptied bottles of water into empty containers to make cleaning solution
- thumped an uncalibrated touchscreen (because that really works - the last four weeks of the same uncalibrated touch screen show that, right?)
- put rubber bands on cardboard luggage tags for use with platelets
- moved more bags of blood from one fridge to another
- threw out some platelets that weren’t used
- sat with Coraline playing in the background as I added to this list (I’m saving Corpse Bride and Lego: The Adventures of Clutch Powers for start of day jobs at midnight)
Things I will do on Monday:
- take meat out of the freezer
- remember that we have no carrots
- faceplant into my bed
- sleep
- probably get up to wee
- sleep again
- mumble at small lad when he gets home from school -or- panic that he isn’t home yet and stumble out to the car just as he ambles down the drive
- start to cook dinner, remember we have no carrots and paw through the fridge
- find the pumpkin and wonder if I can make it look like carrots
- cook it all anyway and resist putting on that annoying bright face which small lad just KNOWS means he’ll have to eat something he doesn’t want to
- eat dinner
- wash dishes
- comb nits out of small lad’s hair
- sit still for the combing out of my hair
- have a shower
- sit down to braid small lad’s hair, say bugger it, and do a simple plait instead
- feel guilty as I drive to work for not braiding small lad’s hair
- move bags of blood around
- get irritated that no one bothered to make cleaning solution or refill water bottles for making cleaning solution
- get irritated that no one bothered to check the machine needed anything else either
- get over it
- slather hemp hand cream all over my hands and arms and possibly my legs (the air con, she is verrry drying, yes?)
- try not to touch anything until the hand cream absorbs
- fail miserably and try wiping it off onto my lab gown
- clean the phone, pen, bench top and PC I had to use while hand cream was still at smearing stage
- print out confirmation slips and cut them into smaller pieces to send with blood (I went to uni so I could do this job, it’s a wonder)
Things I will do on Tuesday:
- pretty much the same as Monday, plus carrots, which I’ll remember to buy on the way home
- run very fast as someone tries to lose their blood volume
- curse blood banking and all of its works as I try to fit in an antibody, multiple antibodies and a transfusion reaction with the bleeding patient(s)
- curse this list because I pre-jinxed myself
- be hugely relieved that after this load of shit I go home and don’t do it all again until the following Monday.
Things I will do on Wednesday:
- go to a movie instead of going home and sleeping
- get inspired that I’m out and about, plan a hugely complicated dinner
- mentally slap myself sensible and go for sausages instead
- manage the drive home by grinding my teeth in the car (it feels like nails on chalkboard - not pleasant, but I won’t fall asleep)
- be really annoyed I can’t sing in the car because of illness
- get halfway through putting on a load of washing, run out of steam and sit reading facebook and/or twitter (I’ll regret that tomorrow)
- get a fifteenth wind and clean something
- hate everyone else who uses the something (WHY CAN’T THEY BE TIDIER?)
That’s my week. Lather, rinse, repeat.
