I am SO relieved to be here at home, indulging (ahem--busy) in some fabric therapy, after the week I've had at the (looney bin) hospital. Something is afflicting that little place--staff, physicians, visitors and patients. And I don't mean a physical virus, either.
This week I've seen brothers and sisters feuding over who is worthy and responsible enough to be mom's power of attorney, in charge of her care, and probably, her property. And I'm not sure if mom is ignorant of it all, playing it up, or just passively letting them do it.
I've seen an employee put on call due to low census, but be unavailable when we needed her to come in--for the second time in less than a week--and seemingly get away with it.
I've had an old WWII vet, who has never been the same mentally since the war, grab my throat in a warning to not bother him with petty heart medications while he's trying to sleep--and not remember the incident 16 hours later.
I've spent hours of one-on-one nursing all night pumping blood and fluids into a post-op patient sporting a whopping 50/0 blood pressure whose (addle-brained lunkhead) physician refused to transfer her to ICU. And then saw her sit up, call her boyfriend, and ask me what was for breakfast.
I have been the Princess of Poop/Duchess of Doo-Doo/Conquerer of Caca, then talked quilts and crafts with a patient and her daughter, and eaten a chocolate cupcake with blue icing--all in the same night.
Tonight J-Man took me to a little Mexican restaurant for supper, partly, I think, to make up for waking me an hour and a half early yesterday afternoon with the smoke alarm. ( He forgot the burner was on high.) The meal was so-so, (by New Mexico standards, and the salsa wasn't any where near thick and hot enough, but the fried ice cream we shared was pretty good.
And for the next 3 days, I am refusing to answer the phone. I let it be known I have no intention of darkening the door of that place, unless I am wheeled in on a stretcher. They'll call anyway. They always do.
So I've had Kate Havnevik on the CD player and have been preparing my version of the 4 Seasons Quilt Swap for Summer. I haven't finished my swap quilt, but before putting the fabrics back in their bins to multiply while I am not looking, I decided to go ahead and cut the strips for my wallhanging.
I'll post photos after I've finished my partner's.
Tonight seems like a Dido/Havnevik/Norah Jones type of night--except I don't have any of Norah's CD's yet. It's on my wish list for my birthday. Sometimes it's a Sarah Brightman/Andre Bocelli kind of day, or a Delilah love songs night, or time to listen to "The Point" again.
Judy Martin had a blurb in her last newsletter of the Pandora music station. Have you checked it out yet? It's pretty cool. You just go to www.pandora.com and post the name of your favorite artist or a favorite song. Then they analyze the artist or song or album and play songs that fall into those general categories. You can click on the little album logo and give a thumbs up or thumbs down to the current song and they will adjust your music selections. You can design several stations, and with a button, you can mix the two. So far I have a "Barry Manilow" station that plays a lot of Lionel Richie, Manilow, etc. and a Dido station that plays Dido and Jewel and Frou Frou and Norah Jones. If the computer were in my craft room, (and if it wasn't older than Henry VIII) I'd probably have it on most of the time.
What do you listen to when you're crafting/sewing/quilting?