Lovely extended weekend

[beowabbit]

I have lots of wonderful weekends, but I just had an especially wonderful one.

It started on Friday night, when warlord_mit and surrealestate had a wine tasting (with several selections from warlord_mit’s ample cellar) followed by a Chicago singalong. That was just about the most fun event I’ve been to since, well, probably the last party at their place. :-) plumtreeblossom and I had a great time.

On Saturday [EDIT: after a yummy breakfast of catching up with beetiger, her son projectmothra, and lediva at Johnny D’s], we needed to pick up new veterinary supplies for her cat Rowley from Angell Memorial Animal Hospital in JP, and since I really miss Jamaica Pond and plumtreeblossom has taken up long walks, I suggested that we combine pleasure and business and take a walk around Jamaica Pond first. Which we did, and we had a lovely and relaxing time and got to see lots of dogs and lots of scenery. (I did, however, break the screen on my old small camera while I was carrying it, though. Good think I have the awesome new one, and a camera on my cell phone.) Nice to enjoy the outdoors, now that Massachusetts has finally decided it’s summer after a couple months of Novembers.

After that, we went to Angell and picked up Rowley’s supplies and window-shopped for quite a while in their adoption center. Had a wonderful time visiting with all the animals! Then we went home to our respective houses.

Sunday was a workday at theatreatfirst, so I got to see plumtreeblossom again at that, as well as lots of other wonderful Firsties. It let out very early, so we had an early dinner together outdoors in Davis Square before going to her place to take care of Rowley.

(This is behind an LJ-cut because I know I have at least one person on my list who has a big needle and blood phobia.)

Rowley has mild kidney disease and other signs of being extremely elderly, and we’re giving him subcutaneous fluids three times a week; supplies for that are what we needed to get from Angell. This time, perhaps because he was standing funny when we tried to do it so his skin was kind of taut, I had a really hard time getting the needle in. I had to poke the poor guy four times before actually getting the needle in properly. (He was very patient, though.)

Then yesterday night after getting home I gave myself my weekly testosterone shot, and my bad luck continued. When I was originally taught how to do it, the nurse who taught me told me that in theory I should try to pull up on the syringe before injecting the solution to make sure I’m not in a blood vessel. But he also said that not very many people actually do that; that nurses usually don’t bother. So I didn’t until once when I had a lot of blood spurt out after my injection (although the injection itself went fine). Then I got fastidious about it, after docorion looked askance at me for not checking first. Well, today I discovered what you’re looking for when you draw up on the syringe. :-) So that was the first spot I tried. The second spot was just really really tough — the needle went through the skin, but then didn’t want to go any further. Maybe I’d hit some kind of connective tissue or something. (That was oddly similar to a couple of the times I’d tried to stick Rowley earlier Sunday.) Third try was the charm, though. Good thing, too; I was running out of appropriate spots on that thigh that weren’t already covered by gauze and bandaids. :-)

And today I went in to town to meet plumtreeblossom for the Indian lunch buffet at Shalimar of India in Central Square. Yummy food and a nice little daytime mini-date.

Oh, and today was a good day to take off from work, apparently. I most often take the Green Line down Huntington Ave, and I would have been significantly delayed. That was a couple blocks from my building at work. I’m really glad nobody was hurt!

Comments

[entrope.livejournal.com]

It's especially vital to check for blood if you use an air bubble to keep the oil from leaking out (as I do). The thought of an embolism terrifies me enough to check although I just do mine subcutaneously.

[beowabbit]

Air bubble? Eep! I’d be nervous about trying that, even if I didn’t hit a blood vessel.

Is the theory that you leave an air bubble in the syringe, and then it’s the last thing that goes in? How does that prevent the oil leaking out?

(Then again, I bet I have a lot less trouble with the oil leaking out since I’m injecting intramuscularly; the oil would have to go a lot further to escape. Now I’m thinking of oil hiding its handmade digging tools under its mattress when the guards make the rounds.)

[joyeous.livejournal.com]

Yes, at lunch we went outside and saw the destruction on the street! Crazy! Even more of a miracle that nobody happened to be standing underneath it when it fell.

We still on for coffee Thursday? :-)

[beowabbit]

We still on for coffee Thursday? :-)

Yes! Thanks for reminding me. I know you told me roughly when you were free, but I can’t find that conversation now.

You've got my phone number, right? Probably best to just call when you’re free and I can come meet you. I haven’t been to the Espresso Royale much since CCIS moved to the other end of the campus; I’d be happy to go back there if that sounds good.

[beetiger.livejournal.com]

Was good to see you guys.

[beowabbit]

It was great to see you and lediva and projectmothra, too! (I knew I was neglecting to mention something. It was a very full weekend!)