Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Soothing a Child in Distress

Yesterday, the tones went out for an allergic reaction with one of the children at my company's daycare. Immediately, the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

We had run on this boy before. Rather unfortunately, the poor little guy is allergic to just about everything - milk, eggs, soy, peas, shrimp - the list goes on and on. His past reactions, even those by simple contact, had included hives and swelling - hence the urgency of the call.

When I arrived, I noticed the hives, and thankfully saw no swelling. As I approached him to listen to his lungs, gloves on and stethoscope in my ears, I wondered how he would react to my rather intrustive assessment. Before putting the stethoscope on his chest, I got down to his level, smiled at him, let him touch the end of the scope, and then pressed it against his chest.

Not a peep escaped him. And as an added bonus, his lung sounds were clear.

Of course, when the big burly medics arrived, our 18-month-old patient screamed bloody murder, and was only consolable by his father. But for the brief moments that I was with him, he was relatively calm.

I'd say that is a win.

And even better, his reaction subsided quickly, due to the quick action of his caregivers to inject Benadryl at the first signs of trouble.

With the most impeccable timing, the EMTs on our Emergency Response Team had just recently been issued the most awesome oxygen delivery mechanism for children ever - devices in the shape and colors of toy bears. Our little patient took to this bear immediately, and seemed to even be calmed by its presence. Having the bear was a win-win, as it delivered needed blow-by oxygen, and it comforted the child by giving him something to cuddle.

I highly recommend the bear to anyone who comes into contact with small children requiring blow-by oxygen delivery. Consider me a huge fan now.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Simple Math

I clean the cats' litterboxes every other day; meaning, once every two days.

An even number.

There are 365 days in a year.

An odd number.

So why is it, then, that every single year on my birthday, I need to scoop shitboxes ?

I don't get it.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Unwanted Birthday Present

.. a huge, multi-pore pimple right between my eyebrows. >:(

Oh well... time to bust out the makeup.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Enter Sandman

Good: Metallica concert Saturday night, decent seats with full view of the stage, and lots of new and seasoned fans rockin' out.

Bad: Tripping on the stairs on the way back to my seat, spilling my newly-purchased popcorn and severely bruising one forearm and one knee. :(

It was worth the pain... and the ugly discoloration.

A few pictures that my coworker took from his vantage point close to the stage:

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Make it STOP !! Part II

The Animaniacs, doing the Macadamia.

I like this better than the original, to be honest.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

From the Mouth of Babes

Me (to adorable 5-year-old): "What would you like for Christmas, sweetie ?"

Her: "A robot to do my chores !"

HAHA ! I'll get right on that. Actually, I want one of those, too.
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