It’s that evil day star’s fault. I swear. Ok, it’s my own fault for laying down for an hour and a half and not getting up for 6. But still. Life would be so much easier if it began at about 2 or 3 pm.
Today was relatively quiet at work. Days tend to be that way. Many of the residents are away at work, at appointments, or at school. There were a few little adventures, but just barely enough to be called an adventure. I think the most difficult thing was the final building check. I was tired, congested and winded a lot more than usual. It was a relief to get home.
I’m still working on origami at work, instead of doing the cross stitch. I’m getting pretty good at following the visual instructions. Of course, some books are better at giving instructions than others. I’ve made angel fish, seals, cranes, swans, ordinary fish, whale, owl, and a pretty coaster. The one that is a sticking point is a dog I’ve been trying to figure out. I get the head area reasonably easily, but the hind end is being a bitch (no pun intended).
I still had to sleep at an incline last night. It’s a bit more difficult to get to sleep and stay asleep in that position, but I managed. I’m looking forward to trying again tonight. I’m trying to stay awake until about 10. This should help me keep sleeping until at least 6 am. Maybe.
I’m watching a murder and mayhem show on You Tube, The Real Silence of the Lambs and I realized that I don’t like seeing boots and dresses in combination. I think they look bad together. I always knew I felt that way, but more on an unconscious level, as opposed to saying, “that looks stupid.” It’s during the Ted Bundy section, if you’re interested in looking.
Three whole days in a row! You can be amazed at any time.
It’s really hard to think of things to say. I don’t do much in the day. My life if very stable and not a whole lot changes from day to day. There are things I can’t talk about because of confidentiality at work (worse than beeing Dooced, I could be prosecuted) and that’s where most of my life is.
I haven’t heard anything about the job with probation, so it’s not likely I’m going to be getting any kind of progress on that front.
It’s “Rrrroll Up the Rim to Win” contest at Tim Horton’s. I’ve had two purchased coffees and have won nothing other than the chance to play again. Top prizes are 5 Rav4s, some credit cards with $5000 on them, gas barbecues, and other things right down to doughnuts and/or coffee.
I got a response from the corporation that claims to help Canadians get disability refunds from Canada Revenue. I asked for information, just the basics, like how much they charge, to they get a percentage, etc. I got an email back saying they needed my personal information and further contact information. I shot back an email telling them that they were getting no more information than my email address until I got answers. Yeah, they’re still not getting any. They take a nonrefundable deposit of $25. Then, if the CRA decides to give you any money, they bill you for a further 30% of the refund. Nice. I’m going to see about getting the money for Thomas and I, since our issues are considered disabilities that would qualify, especially Thomas.
Hmmmm…I notice I have have a reminder to update WordPress. I haven’t done that in an age, I can’t remember when I last did that. The last time I updated it, they put out a new version within a few days. While it’s nice to have new, more secure versions of something, I have to do a manual update since the automatic one never seems to work for me (and I’ve tried several times).
Under 10 minutes to the video being done. When it’s done I’m going to go to bed. Boy just came up to me, kissed my forehead and said, “You are evil.” My work is done in this world. My supremacy of evil kind (in the recognition the Boy just gave me) is complete.
That’s the situation I’m in right now. I’m working day shifts this week and that means that sleep is all wonky. My normal pattern is to not sleep well on Sunday night (in this case it was Monday because it was a long weekend for us Cannucks), then by Thursday I have my sleep pattern sussed out to be able to survive through Friday. However, after hitting bed around 9:30 tonight, I woke up at midnight to Bran coughing and having to pee like crazy. I got up and then couldn’t get back to sleep.
It’s now nearly 4 am and I have to be up for work at 8.
I’ve been watching “Deadly Women” episodes on You Tube. It’s a good way of spending time.
I made a discovery. It appears that the videos that are displayed on my Android tablet are very different, or lacking, from the computer display. I’ve found some on each of the formats that aren’t on the other. I can’t figure it out. I’ve been spending all night watching videos that I can’t find on the tablet. It’s the same channel.
I’ve been having to wear the splint on my left arm again. My tendonitis has gotten bad again. It hurts to turn my wrist, so things like turning keys (like I have to do to open doors at work) is very painful. The worst part is that it’s been very hot, and extremely humid so wearing the splint is really uncomfortable. But it’s better than taking a ton of ibuprofen all day long.
Dang. I have a mosquito bite. I’d hoped to avoid that this year despite the heavy and frequent rainfall. Speaking of which, I looked at a paper not long after the start of the spring thaw, the headline said that it was supposed to be a dry summer. That’s not been the case. We’ve had some very violent storms which include hail, heavy winds and tornadoes. The tornadoes have all avoided populated areas. The most damage done has been to farm yards. There have been some very impressive photos of cluster tornadoes.
I’m going to try and sleep again. I have three hours (if I don’t get up until 7 am) to try and get in a nap. I know that I’ll feel like shit after, but I if I don’t I’ll have huge issues staying awake at work in the afternoon…and morning.
Why did the hipster burn his tongue? (see the bottom of the post for the answer)
Let’s see. Today was stupid busy. First a little bit of background. Last week, while most of us were away in Calgary for the AGM, two of our guys were suspended and were removed from the Centre by police (and are now probably back up at the PA Penitentiary) and we got a new resident. This meant that our house count went from 25 to 23. When I arrived to work today I found out we’re expecting 4 more people this week, three men and a woman. We knew that one man was arriving on Tuesday but the rest were up in the air. Yeah, that meant that one arrived today at around 11:30. Both of the new guys are going to be a bit on the high needs part as both are mostly illiterate and one appears to have some significant cognitive issues we’ll have to help him deal with. So we get one more tomorrow and then the other two sometime later in the week…or not. They might arrive tomorrow as well.
Today I did weekly reports and a pile of other things that I hadn’t been able to attend to because I’d been away for several days. I had to prepare the paperwork for two new people on the Reporting Centre, record some urine gatherings, do the paperwork for the new arrival, get the weekly reports worked on as well as my usual work of building and room checks, answering the door and phone and directing questions to Admin because I couldn’t help with their particular issues.
While I was working at front desk (back to the door) my boss ran out when his fiance came to the Centre. Then when he came in I just opened the door (saw his reflection in the window facing me). He put something on my head. It was my Mickey Mouse hat! I finally got one! I’ve been wanting a Mickey Mouse hat since I was a little kid. We never went to Disneyland when I was a kid (Disney World didn’t exist when I was little) and no one brought me back one as a souvenir. Well, he went to Disney World a couple of weeks ago. I asked him to pick me up a Mickey Mouse hat and I would pay him for it when he returned since I had no idea how much they cost. He made it a present. I wore it all day. I amused several residents (they already think I’m crazy), greatly amused staff and confused the new resident. I’m not sure what the PO thought when he came to see his new guy. He didn’t say and I was gone from front desk doing a building check when he left the building.
After work I was extremely tired. Bran spent the day with a headache. Together we went to bed and had a snooze. I slept longer though because I was still freakishly tired. At 8:30 he got me up so that I could go pick up Boy. My doing this saved Bran from having to do a double trip since he was picking up a friend at the airport. She was returning home after a holiday to England.
Last night at about 9:30 I was getting ready to head to bed. Alas, Bran had other ideas. His chest was bothering him and he was worried. That stands to reason considering he’d just had a heart attack 26 or so days previously. He complained of a heaviness in his chest that was odd. He wanted to head into the hospital. I tiredly agreed.
On our way out he asked which hospital we’d go to. I said RUH as it is where his cardiologist works out of, where the cath lab is and where he’d get the most prompt service (not that St. Paul’s wouldn’t give prompt service, but it would likely involve another ambulance ride from St. Paul’s to RUH to the cardiac ward anyway). So that’s where we went.
They hooked him up to the monitors, the vampires came along and sucked some blood and sprayed some nitro under his tongue. He had a chat with the resident on duty. The resident said that his heart enzymes were elevated, not as much as when he had the m.i. previously, but weren’t zero. He was concerned that with the previous stent blocking up and needing to be redone and with there being another artery that was fairly blocked that Bran was having another “event”. So in comes the cardiac resident. He looked at things, prescribed morphine and Gravol for the pain (the heaviness translated to pain on our drive over) and heparin in case to keep clots from forming. He said that though he had to speak to the senior cardiac fellow (fellow being a position, not just a guy who does cardiology) but that the likely hood of his being admitted to hospital was very high.
By this time it was after 1 am and I was dragging my ass (hard work, let me tell you). I needed to stay awake. I needed to be there while there was a possibility of Bran being sent home. After all, someone had to drive him back, right? At about 2:15 the news came back that Bran would be admitted to hospital and the cardiac resident would push to get Bran into the cath lab first thing in the morning considering his history and worries about the other artery being involved. I went out to the parking lot to go home.
Here’s where my adventure got to it’s pinnacle. It was bad enough that I had the stress of Bran being hospitalized again, but I had to try and find the cash exit of the parking lot. For the life of me I couldn’t find it. It’s a good thing that I had my credit card with me because I was trapped there. The only exit was the “Express Exit” which doesn’t take cash, nor does it take debit. Not only that, but even if I’d found the cash exit I wouldn’t have had enough money. That 4.5 hour session in ER cost $13.50. At night. The gouge you something fierce there. It was crazy. Anyway, I was finally on the road at 2:40. The time lapse from leaving ER to getting out of the parking lot was spent trying to find the exit to the parking lot. Poorly labelled, with construction going on blocking exits, and stupid arrangements of parking meant that 20 minutes was spent just getting out of a parking lot. Yeah, I’m that pathetic.
I got home, Tweeted and Facebooked the news and also texted the news to Boy. He was having a difficult enough time trying to sleep on his friend’s couch. This added to his inability to sleep. Poor kid. At least I managed to convey that he shouldn’t put too much effort into worrying (not that it would help anyway). Of course, being Boy he worried anyway and I was answering texts until 4 am.
The event was organized by two women at Parole, the supervisor of parole officers and one of the program workers. The host was the supervisor of Northern Saskatchewan parole. Also slated to speak was the head of the Saskatchewan Elizabeth Fry Society, a former prisoner who now works with women at the Prince Albert YWCA and with prisoners in the federal and provincial corrections systems. She was truly inspiring as she spoke of her life from a young child being taken from her parents to a residential school, to being given to a man she didn’t know by her mother, her abusive relationships with men and how she spiralled into a cycle of drug and alcohol abuse and prisons. She spoke with amazing candour about her attitudes of that time in her life and how, one day she decided to change and used the healing lodge in southern Saskatchewan to help herself make the changes she wanted.
Another speaker university professor, Colleen Dell who has done extensive research with women offenders (both provincial and federal) as well as working within the CSC system as a parole officer. She also was involved in the research that created as part of the end findings a song and video “From Stilettos to Moccasins”:
The final speaker was an Aboriginal woman who now works at the men’s healing lodge at Beardy’s First Nation. She spoke not just of the Creating Choices successes and challenges but how important the document and direction was to the healing of Aboriginal people and communities. Of course there was so much more that she spoke about and I wish my memory was better. Suffice it to say that she’s truly a treasure that I hope CSC is grateful to have.
All in all it was a very interesting day and despite having less than 3 hours sleep I managed to stay awake through the entire thing. That says a lot to not only my interest in the subject matter, but to the speakers themselves. We had lunch at the cafeteria at Wanuskewin (pronounced wan-us-kay-win). I had the three sisters soup (beans, squash and corn) with buffalo meat and a ham and cheese sandwich (that was today’s special) and my two co-workers had the buffalo burgers. They were less than happy to discover the burgers were cooked to medium rare. Neither like their meat to be pink (get your minds out of the gutters people). I’m waiting for the unfortunate side effects of the beans to take effect.
I took photos of the statuary, all except one of a medicine man wearing a white buffalo hide holding a buffalo skull aloft. I don’t know why I didn’t take a picture of that, but for some reason it felt wrong. So I went with my feelings and didn’t take a picture of it. Here they are:
So there you have it. That was my day. Now I await Boy to get home from the hospital after visiting his Dad. I was too tired to drive and rather grumpy. I made sure that most of the items Bran wanted were sent along with Boy so that at least Bran wouldn’t be bored (music, phone charger, something to read). Boy will be bringing home subs for us to eat and then I’ll be going to bed. Speaking of bed but has nothing to do with it. It’s murder and mayhem night. I’m going to turn the TV on and veg out.
Bran figured out what the problem was. It had something to do with he and I sharing the same static IP number or something like that. My laptop was giving some kind of warning window that helped him figure out what the issue was. Now we have separate IP numbers and everything is hunky dory again. At least it’s not that we need a new router.
Everything else is going ok. I spent much of this weekend sleeping. I know, that’s not any news but it’s what I did. I’d get up in the morning, have a little something to eat (this morning it was two zipper skin oranges and some peanuts) and then it’s back to bed for another four to five hours then up again. Now I want to go to bed again. I’m going to try and stay awake though I do have to be awake to call the doctor’s office and find out when my physical is. I had it in my calendar for today. Since today was a stat holiday and their office wasn’t open, I’m going to assume that I wrote it in wrong.
Another reason I want to be up is to take a couple of texts in to school to sell. I went through my bin (mostly) and packed up the school related stuff. Before I closed up the boxes I input the text authors to find out which texts can be resold. Inconveniently enough, only 2 (maybe a third) can be bought back by the book store. Sucks, but that’s the way of school. The rest of the stuff in the bin is office supply stuff and extraneous other things that will find their way into drawers. The books that weren’t texts but were of general interest reading are on a book shelf waiting for me to get around to reading them. I’ve already read Hunting Humans and Stolen Life but there is also Just Another Indian and Thunder in My Soul that I want to read. I also have to return a couple of books to the library. Those ones were at home. With luck, they’ll be the only library books I have out. I’ll check when I return them.
I’m using my old laptop. It’s somewhat noisy (compared to the quiet of most other laptops as the fan needs to be replaced) but it has a much larger screen and that makes me happy. It also has a touch pad that actually turns off (what a concept!) and a keyboard that’s a more standard size. I’m still getting used to it again. I’ll be downloading my address book and old emails from the net book, backing up all the information there and letting Bran do what he wants with it. I suppose it could be sold for a few dollars after everything is wiped off of it. I will miss the matte screen.
I picked a good week to have a physical. My IBS is acting up. Nothing like having something actually wrong to make the check up worth while, right?
Today on the way to work we were delayed by a bus coming out of the bus barn. It wasn’t just any bus. It was one of those extra long accordion buses. You know then ones I mean? They’re two buses joined together by a flexible accordion. It was amazing to see that that thing manoeuvre. I don’t think they’re on the roads as actual buses yet. The one we saw had “bus driver training” as its sign.
Work was work. I got my month end report done, did a huge pile of fills, ate lunch, hassled the boss and read some comics. Tomorrow I’ll be helping out by doing month end reports for residents. They’re not hard but they can be picky work.
I had a 3 hour nap after work. I’m going back to bed to get more sleep.
I’ve been catching up on blogs the past couple of days. It took me that long to get through not just all the blogs I read but entries back to just before St. Patrick’s day when I last read. Last night at 2:30 am (I guess that would be this morning) I finally finished.
While I was reading one of my regulars, April Cherrie I was struck by the differences in culture. April just had her second baby. He was born by C-section a little over a month ago. Though I doubt that every woman in Malaysia can have this but April has a woman come and tend to her needs during the 30 days that April is in “confinement”. That was a word I thought was used only by old fashioned medical personnel to describe the first month post-partum.
The confinement lady is to help with the infant and generally cook and take care of the mother. This also means cooking special foods that April’s culture says is important after giving birth as well as making sure that the mother doesn’t eat foods she isn’t supposed to.
This is an interesting cultural function allowing a new mom to get used to being a mom, recover from the arduousness that is childbirth, and generally just concentrate on bonding with her new baby. But like I said, it’s unlikely that, unless this is a standard part of healthcare and is paid for by the government, not many women would be able to afford to have another woman come in and do that work for her.
Another interesting thing is that April has her first child with a nanny. That in itself isn’t extraordinary to me, but the nanny lives in another house with April’s daughter. Here, we have the nanny come in and do the childcare in our homes.
Anyway, it’s nice to get out of my cultural box and see what others around the world are doing.
I skipped the gym on Friday. Not on purpose mind you, but apparently I wasn’t ready to get up when my first alarm went off because I turned it off and resumed sleeping. I have no memory of having done so. I hope I don’t do that tomorrow morning because I’m on days this week.
Weather-wise it’s been rather sucky. It snowed, in fact, blizzarded on Friday. Many highways were closed because there was zero visibility. There was no appreciable build up though and the temperature was steady around -2 or so. It’s just that I thought we were done with that nonsense and that spring arrived. I was wrong.
Today’s workout was awesome. I did 20 minutes on the elliptical machine. 20!!!!!! When I started in February I could only do 6 minutes. I was impressed a couple of weeks later when I could make it up to 10 (with a couple of breaks to rest). Today I did 20 with one break to have some water.
I tried out the rowing machine. It’s something that will need to be done sparingly since it involves my body folding in 1/2. That’s not good for the sciatica. I rowed 500 metres in just over 5 minutes. That’s not too bad for a first time. I was concentrating on learning and maintaining the form rather than going fast right away. After that we did some work on the balance halfs (I don’t know what they’re called, it’s a platform on top of a soft partial rubber globe. It exercises the stablizers and helps with balance) with medicine ball tossing. I fell off my thing once and my arms are a bit noodly now.
Then we moved on to do some weights concentrating on the legs. Since my arms were tired from the medicine ball tossing we didn’t want to hurt me. The one upper body thing we did was working on my trapazius (sp?) muscles at the neck/shoulder. Those are the ones that will help me in the Captain’s Chair, holding my body up. Right now I have no problem with the leg lifts but my body weight is too much for the shoulder muscles. We also did calf lifts and leg presses.
All in all it was a good time at the gym.
After the gym we headed to Michaels and I got some beads. They’re on at 1/2 price so I got some green aventurine, hematite and onyx. Bran found a display piece for showing off necklaces. Speaking of showing off, I haven’t listed anything new in my Wicked Witch Jewelry Etsy shop. Mostly because I haven’t taken any new pictures. Also note, I cut the price of shipping. Feel free to buy something.
After Michael’s we went to Sobey’s to pick up some sushi. Sure I should’ve gone to the restaurant and gotten all-you-can eat, but live and learn. It was nice to be able to nosh on it at home. I got the brown rice sushi. It was quite a lot nicer than the regular with there being a nice added nutty flavour of the brown rice.
Now I’m tired. I should sort out some laundry so that I have clothes tomorrow but I also want a nap. Guess which one is going to win out.
I guess blogging a part of that word, “everything”. So I guess I’m back at being a bit more of a presence in the internet world. I haven’t read blogs in a few days so I’ll have catching up to do.
I skipped yesterday’s workout. Bran was going out to some sort of spiritual atheist thing (I have no real idea what it was but atheism was in there somewhere) and then he went shopping at Costco. I didn’t want to be involved in that or wait for him to be done so I stayed home and folded laundry (only a few days late this time, instead of the usual folding the laundry that didn’t get folded two weeks prior because we’re doing laundry now – if that makes any sense) and played Pokemon all day. Oh, I did sleep. Yes, imagine that, me, sleeping.
I work evenings this week so if I’m going to write here it’ll probably be on the days I go to the gym while I wait to stop sweating (that’s an adventure unto itself) so I can shower. I don’t shower there, though I could. I don’t have shower shoes and there’s no way I’m showering in a public shower without them. I’ve had plantar warts and don’t want a return engagement. I am also, I discovered, body conscious. More to the point that my body is far more ample than most there. I don’t mind it when I’m clothed and working out. I do mind the whole naked-in-the-locker-room thing. So I’ll take my chances with my neighbours wanting to run hot water while I’m in the midst of rinsing my hair.
On a totally mundane note, I now have refills for my work pen. Yes, work supplies pens to use but they’re all medium tip pens. I hate medium tips. They’re sloppy and always glop. I like my Zebra fine-tip. It means I pay for my own writing supplies, but it also leaves me less grumpy (and surprisingly, yes, using work pens does leave me grumpy).
Well, it’s getting on in the day. I should go and shower so that I have a bit of time to have my hair dry before I go back to bed and create impressive long-hair bed-head.
I’m still sick. Can you believe it? I’ve been sick with various and sundry illnesses since September 1st. Here it is the second day of October and I’m still not well. What’s up with that? I’d been taking supplements of all sorts that were supposed to strengthen my body. I’m still coughing, though not as often, it’s still as vehement as before. I also get caught by surprise periodically. All the Keegels that I did in the past year have been shot to hell. I’ll let your imagination take care of that statement. Added to that is the pain and strain put upon my hernia repair. My belly muscles around the repair are quite sore. At least it hasn’t failed…yet.
Work is going ok. The beginning of the week was a bit of a crush with having to do the weekly reports of residents (which I freely screwed up) and the month end and quarterly reports for the Reporting Centre program. I was doing reports all day Monday and Tuesday. It was quite weird on Wednesday to have time to read my morning comics before the end of the morning instead of waiting until I was home from work.
I’ve semi-stopped being vegetarian, at least today. I had a BLT for lunch and then steak for supper. I didn’t want to cook for myself. It was all quite tasty. The fries and asparagus added a lovely touch. I’ll be making cream of broccoli soup sometime in the future. Bran brought sushi home last night after picking Boy up at work. It was tres yummy.
Bran and Boy went to see Zombieland tonight. While they were gone I laid down and had a sleep. I’m still sleepy and will probably go back to bed in a short while. Today beat my butt in terms of fatigue despite going to bed early last night. Being sick for this (an anagram of shit, I just noticed because my fingers were on autopilot) long is wearing on my reserves.
Did I mention that I have set 4 of Midsomer Murders? I do. We’ve ordred “The Early Cases”, a 19 disc set that is only missing set 4. I’m looking forward to building that collection.
My mouse pad is borked. I turn it off because I find that my left thumb will tap it and send the cursor places it wasn’t wanted and screw up my typing. However, despite being turned off the damned thing is still working. I don’t know what the issue is but it pisses me off. Next week I have to pick up my flexible keyboard at school to use at work when I’m doing notes. I hate typing away, getting a nice rhythm and then finding that I’m typing in a paragraph 1/2 a page above where I was. It’s crazy making. I’m not having much luck in the computer department of late. It’s past the time when a direct exchange can be done…I think. I’ll have to check into that.
That’s really about it right now. I can’t think of anything exciting other than that…oh, I’ve been typing notes from a book into my computer. So I guess I’m advancing in terms of my school work. I emailed my supervisor today but haven’t heard back yet.
I tweeted a whole lot yesterday. I was counting down the hours of a 12 hour shift. I was freaking tired. Because Friday was spent mostly in bed (as testifies by the lol of the last entry) I got too much sleep to settle in on Friday night. That meant I got only about 2 hours sleep before having to be up and awake for Saturday’s shift.
Then I get home on Saturday at about 8:30 pm (2030 for those on the 24 hour clock) and I’m in bed by 9. I knew going to bed that early was a risk, but I was so very tired. I slept until about 1:15. Yeah, awake in the early morning having had a lovely nap meant that I wasn’t going to be able to settle back in for more sleep. I did eventually but it was about 1/2 hour near to 7 am or so.
This meant that Sunday’s shift was a nightmare of trying to stay awake for the 12 hours of my shift, be aware of what’s going on during the day while there’s nothing (and I mean nothing) going on. By the time 8 pm came around I was nigh on dropping on my feet. I went to bed immediately upon getting home, about 8:10 pm. I knew I was taking a chance, afterall, just the night before I ended up being wide awake after only a few hours of sleep. I was willing to accept that if it meant I’d not feel like I was. I did wake up around 1, but after going to the bathroom I went back to bed and fell asleep again. I woke up again at 7 am and decided that I was hungry and needed to eat.
So I got up and ate some of the leftover food I didn’t eat on the weekend. I read comics, I caught up on blogs I didn’t read last night and then at about 10 am or so I went back to bed. Bran woke me about an hour ago. Yay! I don’t feel tired anymore!
I got to have Dutchess make a kitty loaf on my chest as I petted her. Then she decided that the chest hair was softer on Bran and she went over to him. But she didn’t just walk over. She made sure that her delicate feet didn’t touch the lava that is the bed. She stepped across using my arm as a bridge. She was back shortly after because Bran was a bit too enthusiastic in his petting of her. She settled down on my chest with her tail toward my face, swiping across my nose. She is so thoroughly a kitty sometimes.
Work was dead quiet this weekend. We’re low on numbers so when a few go out the place is empty. Though I didn’t have a time when the Centre was bereft of people (one didn’t go out at all during the day), when they were in their rooms nothing was going on. On both days I did room and building checks more frequently just to keep awake.
That’s what a working weekend is like for me. Work, sleep. There’s nothing exciting about it. I should be thankful. Really, I should be. My first weekend shift working alone, a graveyard shift, there was a stabbing in the alley behind the building. A young woman was stabbed by either her boyfriend or pimp. One of the guys ran down from the deck and carried her into the building. It was an exciting time all around which involved basic first aid (the knife broke and the blade was embedded in her thigh and she had a small stab wound in her shin), and keeping the gents calm and out of the way. I also had to convince the gents who were on the deck and saw things to get over their dislike of cops to talk to them. I’m still quite proud of all the people there at the time.
Why? Well, in prison something like this could have set off a whole lot of overreaction. That didn’t happen. Sure there was much excitement and animation, but it was not out of control. For the most part they stayed out of the way and the guys who needed to talk to the cops were actually helpful. You could tell they didn’t like it though. An interesting side effect was that I got a two man escort to the trash bin out back (where the stabbing took place) when I took out the bloody trash. They were wanting to protect me. Yeah, a man who murdered his roommate and another who raped his ex-girlfriend were convinced that they needed to keep me safe on the quick trip to the bin. I felt ok about it. Afterall, they were sober when they were with me. They weren’t when they committed their crimes.
It’s like I’ve always said, sober, most of the people at work are really nice and good people. Put them on some mind altering substance and it’s a whole different story. It’s the same for everyone. Who is the same person sober as they are when they’re drunk or stoned? Who hasn’t become hypersensitive when they’ve got a few beer in them? Yeah. Exactly. The difference between the people who reside at work and those who don’t is a very small one. Always keep that in mind when you think about most people who are in prison.
Ok, I’m off my soap box. I’m going to see what there is for me to nosh on. I’m hungry again (7 hours after my last nosh known as breakfast).
So yeah, I should be thankful for the quiet weekend at work.