Collapsing
Lungs - today's little twist.
During the quiet time (ok, this isn't an Aboriginal story, but refers to the time between 1pm and 3pm when no visitors are allowed in the C-ICU) my mum's lung collapsed. When my dad and brother got back after 3pm the doctors (well apparently the anaesthetist, registrar and nurse I think) were about to insert a tube through under my mum's ribs just below her breast and drain her collapsed lung. She asked dad and brother to stay, but unfortunately my brother's response to seeing medical needles (yes, he isn't affected in haberdashery departments) is identical to mine on seeing blood. So he had to regretfully decline because someone conking out on the floor of the C-ICU might not be conducive to stress-free insertion of said tube.
My brother stopped in here to fill up his thermal coffee mug before heading back somewhere up north to catch a 'plane to Poland. His wife is coming down tomorrow so we'll see her at the hospital in the afternoon I imagine. We ordered pizza and it arrived at the same time as he did, so we all had a couple of pieces. Not the healthiest of suppers but there was no meat on it (not kosher) and we had thin crusts. We caught up and had a relatively pleasant evening.
We're off back to the hospital tomorrow after shul, and my dad is obviously there at the moment; either still with her or in his room hopefully by now if she's stable; and will call with any news if there is any and I'll check in at about 9am in the morning. I'm so glad he put the cat in th kennels on Thursday, I'm sure he's physically less tired staying in the hospital than trekking back and forth on an hour round trip, and until Wednesday he was doing it at least twice a day.
I wore some perfume on Wednesday and my mum sniffed it when she kissed me and said she liked it and I'd worn it before. I had - on my wedding day. So I was thinking of getting her some, plus the showergel and moisturiser, for when she's allowed to stop using Hibiescrub (and here) which we use at home on our hands, but which my mum really doesn't like. I don't think she ever will now though, too many unpleasant connotations I would think.
On a somewhat lighter note, I have been invited to an interview at a huge well-known IT (well, I had heard of it) company at some point next week. I won't actually "go" to the interview as it will be conducted on the telephone with the head of HR. I haven't done a telephone interview before, so any hints on how to practice or what to watch out for would be hugey appreciated.
During the quiet time (ok, this isn't an Aboriginal story, but refers to the time between 1pm and 3pm when no visitors are allowed in the C-ICU) my mum's lung collapsed. When my dad and brother got back after 3pm the doctors (well apparently the anaesthetist, registrar and nurse I think) were about to insert a tube through under my mum's ribs just below her breast and drain her collapsed lung. She asked dad and brother to stay, but unfortunately my brother's response to seeing medical needles (yes, he isn't affected in haberdashery departments) is identical to mine on seeing blood. So he had to regretfully decline because someone conking out on the floor of the C-ICU might not be conducive to stress-free insertion of said tube.
My brother stopped in here to fill up his thermal coffee mug before heading back somewhere up north to catch a 'plane to Poland. His wife is coming down tomorrow so we'll see her at the hospital in the afternoon I imagine. We ordered pizza and it arrived at the same time as he did, so we all had a couple of pieces. Not the healthiest of suppers but there was no meat on it (not kosher) and we had thin crusts. We caught up and had a relatively pleasant evening.
We're off back to the hospital tomorrow after shul, and my dad is obviously there at the moment; either still with her or in his room hopefully by now if she's stable; and will call with any news if there is any and I'll check in at about 9am in the morning. I'm so glad he put the cat in th kennels on Thursday, I'm sure he's physically less tired staying in the hospital than trekking back and forth on an hour round trip, and until Wednesday he was doing it at least twice a day.
I wore some perfume on Wednesday and my mum sniffed it when she kissed me and said she liked it and I'd worn it before. I had - on my wedding day. So I was thinking of getting her some, plus the showergel and moisturiser, for when she's allowed to stop using Hibiescrub (and here) which we use at home on our hands, but which my mum really doesn't like. I don't think she ever will now though, too many unpleasant connotations I would think.
On a somewhat lighter note, I have been invited to an interview at a huge well-known IT (well, I had heard of it) company at some point next week. I won't actually "go" to the interview as it will be conducted on the telephone with the head of HR. I haven't done a telephone interview before, so any hints on how to practice or what to watch out for would be hugey appreciated.
posted by Chaya at 8:12 pm
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Phone interviews from HR - think of all the really horrible questions (Give an example of...) and thats probably near the mark. Good luck!
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