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whitewriterI was reading on fanlore about Crackvan - - and thinking mildly about how I came to find LiveJournal in the first place.
I have 4 x12 hour night shifts in a row this week.
Kill me now, when did I ever agree to this?
Despite it all here I am, 1/4 and determined not to call sick (unless I've got vomiting or diarrhea).
The ramble begins
I'm not certain that I have not told this story before so lets go through it again anyway.
To give a background to this, apparently my mother was a typical "Indonesian mother" who believed like most other "Indonesian mothers" that television was terrible for children, and as I looked way too "interested" in the screen as a 5 yr old, she banned me from television. Until I was 13 and bargained for TV if I'd completed piano practice for the day. She caved.
I instantly fell in love, with all things: E.R. I was about 12-13 and in yr 7. I had access to the internet around this time too and like any obsessed teen one of the first things I looked up was... E.R.
There were episode recaps (which I read)
Screencaps.
Discussion boards (which weren't very interesting from memory).
And at that time, MSN messenger and ICQ to chat with your friends after school. And their random friends. People had myspaces (I actually don't remember having one) and GeoCities (there's a really cool podcast about GeoCities on 99% invisible which talks about how innocent the internet was at this time and which I remember fondly) browsing through the pages.
I'd print off pictures of my favourite characters and decorate my school books.
Then I found fanfiction.net
At first there seemed like mountains to read.
But I got through it all relatively quickly and learnt what was good quality and what wasn't - and then I started writing my own E.R. fanfiction to fill the gap. I even found a beta: she said she was an English teacher from NYC who thought I had some good ideas but just needed work on my English skills (certainly did, I was somewhere in the bottom middle at school).
So that summer between yr 7 and 8 - I would write fanfic : and send it over to her in NYC and she'd write comments and I'd fix it then post it.
Yr 8 came (2001), and I was in one of the bottom middle classes but my English had improved - I didn't seem to realise it had though. I thought the teacher was impressed because I typed up all the assignments and printed them out. I already found it easier and faster to type than write.
My first email address was: er_aussie@hotmail.com Because... I liked E.R. so much. rolls eyes no one got the reference but me.
I think E.R. played on Thursday nights- and my poor friends couldn't shut me up about E.R. on Fridays. I'd be all like : anyone watch an episode (no) omg I can't believe Mark did - and did you see what happened to Carter? And they'd be like. Uhuh.
I also shipped Chicago Hope at the time. There wasn't much CH fanfic- and nor was I much interested in them either.
Sometime in early 2001, a friend called Veronica Botha (yes I'll remember exactly) was like : "you know, how you like E.R. so much. I bet you'd like the x-files. The movie is playing on the weekend". So I watched it. FTF. On channel 10 or some free-to-air channel.
I fell in love. I wondered. I bet …. this show would have great fanfiction ….
That very night I remember going online and searching yahoo for X-Files fanfiction and... being absolutely shocked at the results. I found gossamer pretty quick.
I read. Like nuts.
It felt like every waking moment I was reading something on there. But wait I had to catch up with the show first - so there were episode recaps, summaries, screencaps...
Didn't take long. VHS. I remember borrowing two fathers/one son from the Merrylands Library after school and taking it home to watch on the weekend: and falling asleep during it having no idea why it was so boring.
Until the DVDs got released and I was one of those crazy individuals who truly didn't think the price would go down (so drastically) and it was expensive. For a 15 yr old (by this time, VHS filled the void) and I remembered purchasing season 1 from David jones for $200 AUD with birthday money.
All in all however. It was fanfiction, that made me love XF. The scope and breath of it all. That beyond the show, there was so much.
I also shipped The West Wing, House, Sex and the City and Six Feet Under.
LiveJournal.
How did I find you. I remember it being a niche website good for odd fandoms like Castle (which I don't remember watching until 2nd or 3rd yr uni).
X-files ended. We waited for the movie. I tried to focus on the HSC (Australian version of SATs I suppose). I tried to quit fanfiction (half succeeded) -- at that time I was into House fanfiction (which I wrote for, because unlike XF there isn't much to read) . I was still a massive fan. I'm surprised those DVDs still work given how many times I replayed them on a daily basis. I had amassed seasons 1-7 by the time high school ended (with s7 costing a lot less than s1 did, since I saw the prices drop, I started waiting).
I did okay in High school considering how much time I spent fangirling and swooning and not doing very much study at all. I land at University and realised I actually had to put effort in to pass rather than just "winging it".
It was 2006. I was 19? and in 1st yr uni (B.medsci)
Facebook had landed.
I found x-files friends in Australia --honestly until this point, I thought I was the only nutter out here. There were fans in Melbourne, Brisbane, NT and Sydney. We started meetups and go to the houses of girls who lived not with their parents (They were mostly older, and working) and I was a uni student and either at my parents or on centerlink and living in beat up holes sharing /in college dorm.)
The first one I went to was in QLD, in a hotel room we'd booked for 2 nights, and there were 6 of us who didn't know each other bar 2 of the girls. I didn't tell my mother where I was going or how I was getting there and whom I was hanging out with (I remember telling Moe or S, just incase I figured one person should know) and having a blast.
As the years went by. My fandom love waned. Then IWTB came-- during my honors year no less, and I credit IWTB with ruining my project (also, I had no idea what I was doing and I was in a project that really didn't suit my skills or knowledge at all). I was obsessed with that movie. I remember some of the girls went to the USA to the screening and I sat in Australia thinking about how I had to put university first and I didn't quite have the money to blow on going to the USA for x files. I watched from afar, online. With a few online friends who were either not going (Rosy, god damn you were in SF) and from memory probably chatted to Jess a bit.
I was still trying to figure out my professional goals and what the hell I was going to do with a science degree when one wasn't particularly talented at Science (beyond getting Ds/ HDs -- rote learning doesn't make you good. It just gives you good grades.)
Then Dad got sick the same year. And I decided I wanted to work in ICU (how brazen of me, choosing the specialty area, and the hospital before I'd even gotten in to the course) -- all because of …. T-shirt lady. (Surely I have detailed her before).
Some of the girls (who we affectionately called ourselves Aussie X-philes) went on to make a podcast and became media persons (one was a nurse and the other, worked in government). We went to conventions at times.
I stopped going to the AXF boards on fb I'm not sure when but the last convention I remember going to and enjoying immensely was one (Can't remember the name, probably oz comic con) down in Melbourne. I was a new graduate RN at a little country hospital (having failed the 1 big city interview that you get but as an Australian citizen you get a job regardless if there's funding: you just get odd choices). which was a 10 hour train ride away from Melbourne (As opposed to driving 3 hours back to Sydney Airport and getting on a 1.5 hour aeroplane flight). Where I got to hanging out with no less than the three lone gunmen (and my X-files mates). I slept on the floor of colleen's apartment.
After which I think there was one more con where Mitch Pileggi came out and a bunch of us bought $150 tickets to eat dinner with him in a hall in Melbourne with 10 other celebrities. That was a really weird and odd experience - I think by this point I was working at MISH - I'd have to check - which ended with one of the girls getting hit on by a different celebrity who invited her to meet him at some random club - which we all decided to tag along with her to - and got in a taxi to do so (some girls went home) - and we got to the club where there was a $20 door fee -and we were like "do we really wanna pay $20 each to get in, and see this guy who isn't interested in any of us: but somehow, we paid (and think about it there were 5 of us so that was at least $100) - so we walked down this dank club when I saw said famous guy walk around a corner : and we somehow got into a VIP area cause he remembered her (well they'd been texting) and we were with her:
and there were a bunch of channel 10 stars there (lol but I didn't watch too much beyond xf) whom we took photos with and had free booze (making the $20 well worth it).
Those were the days.
Then I got bogged with other focuses.
Like my dragon boat (that started in 2010)
Like overseas travel.
Like finding a life partner.
Like buying a house.
Like my career as an RN.
Like my aging parents.
None of above which I found particularly hair raising. My new graduate year wasn't a particularly nice one. and I returned briefly to LJ for that.
I'm fairly certain I did not read a scrap of fanfiction between the years 2013 and 2020 September.
Nothing is more stressful than being thought of as a senior - but feeling like a junior.
Nothing is more stress relieving than TV and fanfiction.
I watched Sex Education with Pete - it was our couples time. A new episode a day. Then when the series after a month or so of watching- I had to read an article that said "How is it that GA is in two series with cliff hanger endings that are practically identical: x-files and SE". -- I hadn't watched S11 of XF (and only half of s10 because it was depressing to see M and S weren't the same --although that's an unrealistic expectation I wanted them to remain
So I came back.
Life has re-settled into SSH and MISH. MISH has new challenges and SSH has ongoing ones.
The house is the same. The mortgage is fine.
My mother annoys me but whose doesn't.
I should make more of an effort to visit but I've turned back into a surly teen when it comes to her.
TCC continues. The appointment (with the specialist) looms closer as does the first day of the next period. But that's nothing to stress over. If it happens it happens and if it doesn't it doesn't.
I've gotten into new fandoms-- but not in the same way as XF. I think this is because the nature of TV has changed. Instead of having to wait a week or a few months for a series to start dropping. Oh the anticipation and the wondering what will happen and the SPOILERS!.
Now is the age of binge watching. If you put your mind to it, you could watch a 22 episode season in 1 week whilst also, working full time (wouldn't recommend it, but it is possible).
Quality is higher.
Seasons are shorter.
Cons are virtually impossible with travel extremely limited still.
(that being said large scale iconic events such as the Easter Show went ahead in 2021- but I haven't seen Supanova come back up (Sydney's comic con).
I thought I was getting to old for fandom, but perhaps fandom has just changed. It's slowed down. (Well. For XF anyway.)
People still read and write fanfiction. For television shows that have well gone past their use-by date. I suppose it's a bit like being interested in Jane Austin or Charles Dickens.
I messaged the lost and found board for a Syntax6 fic and I got a reply in less than 6 hours. That's pretty damn quick for an aging community.
AXF still exists but I rarely visit. I rarely look at social media except for specific reasons (there's no daily mindless scrolling. If I think to myself: oh I want to have a look at AXF, then I will go specifically, just for that. Or if I happen to be on twitter for some random reason, and I accidentally see some news about XF .
Sorta how I came back really.
If I wasn't interested in GA, and so watched The Crown 4 seasons (all in one go, starting with S3 before going to 1,2, then 4) then I wouldn't have watched SE. If I hadn't watched SE, I wouldn't have wanted to see the ending of XF. The ending didn't make sense and I felt like I had completely forgotten S1-9 So I went and re-watched all of that (it still didn't make sense).
Life is a chain. One thing always leads to the next.
Mr 27
Mr 27 was sitting at home, after a week of feeling unwell and lethargic.
He owns a Jewellery store, and lives in a nice address in a well to do, and very quaint suburb around the corner from MISH. He is 61.
He drinks 15-20 bottles of wine a week. That averages out to approx. 2-3 bottles of wine a day.
His family found him difficult to rouse in the living room and called the ambulance.
Ambulance officers noticed broad complex rhythm with peaked T waves highly suggestive of hyperkalemia. He required 3 shocks, CPR and calcium to bind to the K.
You can see the CPR markings on his chest.
There was blood in the toilet bowl.
They took him to ED and scoped him and found some mild sources of bleeding (nothing dramatic despite the very dramatic Hb of 33). They decided he had a slow bleed.
Sent him to big for multi organ failure, commencement of CRRT, new diagnosis of liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension.
He eventually recovered in ICU and was then sent to the ward where he then re-deteriorated, dropped his GCS and was admitted to small ICU (Big and small admit on different days, and it depends on what day you deteriorate - or have your operation - or come in from ED- which ICU you go to. Just cause he'd been in big ICU doesn't mean he returns there). He's a GCS 7. I've had some bad uck and learning with his CRRT circuit tonight.
He's on a no anticoagulation circuit. First the circuit clotted. So I had to run the blood back to him, disconnect and re-set up the filter, attach and restart.
Then during a roll, somehow, within 45 mins of starting a brand new circuit, somehow, the air trap went too low and before we could notice air was in the line. So I had to discard a filter full of his blood, into the bin and start again. This time I was like a hawk with the damn air trap.
He's a very crappy GCS 7 who barely moves.
They want his bowels open 3-4 times a day (but of course, the nursing staff do the cleaning). I've had 2 super large pasty brown stools on my shift and 1 small left over BO.
I've changed the sheet each time as they were so large and not well contained.
The 3rd time it was better contained but there was a leak from the vascath (unexpectedly disconnected: no air seen, instead blood just went everywhere and I almost crapped my pants) that was the third sheet change -- and I haven't even washed him.
Oh and Happy Birthday Pete - your gift is coming in the Mail on Tuesday. He wanted a weighted blanket. I think it's a gimmick but the woven one does look really nice (so even if it is a gimmick it's a nice looking blanket).
I have 4 x12 hour night shifts in a row this week.
Kill me now, when did I ever agree to this?
Despite it all here I am, 1/4 and determined not to call sick (unless I've got vomiting or diarrhea).
The ramble begins
I'm not certain that I have not told this story before so lets go through it again anyway.
To give a background to this, apparently my mother was a typical "Indonesian mother" who believed like most other "Indonesian mothers" that television was terrible for children, and as I looked way too "interested" in the screen as a 5 yr old, she banned me from television. Until I was 13 and bargained for TV if I'd completed piano practice for the day. She caved.
I instantly fell in love, with all things: E.R. I was about 12-13 and in yr 7. I had access to the internet around this time too and like any obsessed teen one of the first things I looked up was... E.R.
There were episode recaps (which I read)
Screencaps.
Discussion boards (which weren't very interesting from memory).
And at that time, MSN messenger and ICQ to chat with your friends after school. And their random friends. People had myspaces (I actually don't remember having one) and GeoCities (there's a really cool podcast about GeoCities on 99% invisible which talks about how innocent the internet was at this time and which I remember fondly) browsing through the pages.
I'd print off pictures of my favourite characters and decorate my school books.
Then I found fanfiction.net
At first there seemed like mountains to read.
But I got through it all relatively quickly and learnt what was good quality and what wasn't - and then I started writing my own E.R. fanfiction to fill the gap. I even found a beta: she said she was an English teacher from NYC who thought I had some good ideas but just needed work on my English skills (certainly did, I was somewhere in the bottom middle at school).
So that summer between yr 7 and 8 - I would write fanfic : and send it over to her in NYC and she'd write comments and I'd fix it then post it.
Yr 8 came (2001), and I was in one of the bottom middle classes but my English had improved - I didn't seem to realise it had though. I thought the teacher was impressed because I typed up all the assignments and printed them out. I already found it easier and faster to type than write.
My first email address was: er_aussie@hotmail.com Because... I liked E.R. so much. rolls eyes no one got the reference but me.
I think E.R. played on Thursday nights- and my poor friends couldn't shut me up about E.R. on Fridays. I'd be all like : anyone watch an episode (no) omg I can't believe Mark did - and did you see what happened to Carter? And they'd be like. Uhuh.
I also shipped Chicago Hope at the time. There wasn't much CH fanfic- and nor was I much interested in them either.
Sometime in early 2001, a friend called Veronica Botha (yes I'll remember exactly) was like : "you know, how you like E.R. so much. I bet you'd like the x-files. The movie is playing on the weekend". So I watched it. FTF. On channel 10 or some free-to-air channel.
I fell in love. I wondered. I bet …. this show would have great fanfiction ….
That very night I remember going online and searching yahoo for X-Files fanfiction and... being absolutely shocked at the results. I found gossamer pretty quick.
I read. Like nuts.
It felt like every waking moment I was reading something on there. But wait I had to catch up with the show first - so there were episode recaps, summaries, screencaps...
Didn't take long. VHS. I remember borrowing two fathers/one son from the Merrylands Library after school and taking it home to watch on the weekend: and falling asleep during it having no idea why it was so boring.
Until the DVDs got released and I was one of those crazy individuals who truly didn't think the price would go down (so drastically) and it was expensive. For a 15 yr old (by this time, VHS filled the void) and I remembered purchasing season 1 from David jones for $200 AUD with birthday money.
All in all however. It was fanfiction, that made me love XF. The scope and breath of it all. That beyond the show, there was so much.
I also shipped The West Wing, House, Sex and the City and Six Feet Under.
LiveJournal.
How did I find you. I remember it being a niche website good for odd fandoms like Castle (which I don't remember watching until 2nd or 3rd yr uni).
X-files ended. We waited for the movie. I tried to focus on the HSC (Australian version of SATs I suppose). I tried to quit fanfiction (half succeeded) -- at that time I was into House fanfiction (which I wrote for, because unlike XF there isn't much to read) . I was still a massive fan. I'm surprised those DVDs still work given how many times I replayed them on a daily basis. I had amassed seasons 1-7 by the time high school ended (with s7 costing a lot less than s1 did, since I saw the prices drop, I started waiting).
I did okay in High school considering how much time I spent fangirling and swooning and not doing very much study at all. I land at University and realised I actually had to put effort in to pass rather than just "winging it".
It was 2006. I was 19? and in 1st yr uni (B.medsci)
Facebook had landed.
I found x-files friends in Australia --honestly until this point, I thought I was the only nutter out here. There were fans in Melbourne, Brisbane, NT and Sydney. We started meetups and go to the houses of girls who lived not with their parents (They were mostly older, and working) and I was a uni student and either at my parents or on centerlink and living in beat up holes sharing /in college dorm.)
The first one I went to was in QLD, in a hotel room we'd booked for 2 nights, and there were 6 of us who didn't know each other bar 2 of the girls. I didn't tell my mother where I was going or how I was getting there and whom I was hanging out with (I remember telling Moe or S, just incase I figured one person should know) and having a blast.
As the years went by. My fandom love waned. Then IWTB came-- during my honors year no less, and I credit IWTB with ruining my project (also, I had no idea what I was doing and I was in a project that really didn't suit my skills or knowledge at all). I was obsessed with that movie. I remember some of the girls went to the USA to the screening and I sat in Australia thinking about how I had to put university first and I didn't quite have the money to blow on going to the USA for x files. I watched from afar, online. With a few online friends who were either not going (Rosy, god damn you were in SF) and from memory probably chatted to Jess a bit.
I was still trying to figure out my professional goals and what the hell I was going to do with a science degree when one wasn't particularly talented at Science (beyond getting Ds/ HDs -- rote learning doesn't make you good. It just gives you good grades.)
Then Dad got sick the same year. And I decided I wanted to work in ICU (how brazen of me, choosing the specialty area, and the hospital before I'd even gotten in to the course) -- all because of …. T-shirt lady. (Surely I have detailed her before).
Some of the girls (who we affectionately called ourselves Aussie X-philes) went on to make a podcast and became media persons (one was a nurse and the other, worked in government). We went to conventions at times.
I stopped going to the AXF boards on fb I'm not sure when but the last convention I remember going to and enjoying immensely was one (Can't remember the name, probably oz comic con) down in Melbourne. I was a new graduate RN at a little country hospital (having failed the 1 big city interview that you get but as an Australian citizen you get a job regardless if there's funding: you just get odd choices). which was a 10 hour train ride away from Melbourne (As opposed to driving 3 hours back to Sydney Airport and getting on a 1.5 hour aeroplane flight). Where I got to hanging out with no less than the three lone gunmen (and my X-files mates). I slept on the floor of colleen's apartment.
After which I think there was one more con where Mitch Pileggi came out and a bunch of us bought $150 tickets to eat dinner with him in a hall in Melbourne with 10 other celebrities. That was a really weird and odd experience - I think by this point I was working at MISH - I'd have to check - which ended with one of the girls getting hit on by a different celebrity who invited her to meet him at some random club - which we all decided to tag along with her to - and got in a taxi to do so (some girls went home) - and we got to the club where there was a $20 door fee -and we were like "do we really wanna pay $20 each to get in, and see this guy who isn't interested in any of us: but somehow, we paid (and think about it there were 5 of us so that was at least $100) - so we walked down this dank club when I saw said famous guy walk around a corner : and we somehow got into a VIP area cause he remembered her (well they'd been texting) and we were with her:
and there were a bunch of channel 10 stars there (lol but I didn't watch too much beyond xf) whom we took photos with and had free booze (making the $20 well worth it).
Those were the days.
Then I got bogged with other focuses.
Like my dragon boat (that started in 2010)
Like overseas travel.
Like finding a life partner.
Like buying a house.
Like my career as an RN.
Like my aging parents.
None of above which I found particularly hair raising. My new graduate year wasn't a particularly nice one. and I returned briefly to LJ for that.
I'm fairly certain I did not read a scrap of fanfiction between the years 2013 and 2020 September.
Nothing is more stressful than being thought of as a senior - but feeling like a junior.
Nothing is more stress relieving than TV and fanfiction.
I watched Sex Education with Pete - it was our couples time. A new episode a day. Then when the series after a month or so of watching- I had to read an article that said "How is it that GA is in two series with cliff hanger endings that are practically identical: x-files and SE". -- I hadn't watched S11 of XF (and only half of s10 because it was depressing to see M and S weren't the same --although that's an unrealistic expectation I wanted them to remain
So I came back.
Life has re-settled into SSH and MISH. MISH has new challenges and SSH has ongoing ones.
The house is the same. The mortgage is fine.
My mother annoys me but whose doesn't.
I should make more of an effort to visit but I've turned back into a surly teen when it comes to her.
TCC continues. The appointment (with the specialist) looms closer as does the first day of the next period. But that's nothing to stress over. If it happens it happens and if it doesn't it doesn't.
I've gotten into new fandoms-- but not in the same way as XF. I think this is because the nature of TV has changed. Instead of having to wait a week or a few months for a series to start dropping. Oh the anticipation and the wondering what will happen and the SPOILERS!.
Now is the age of binge watching. If you put your mind to it, you could watch a 22 episode season in 1 week whilst also, working full time (wouldn't recommend it, but it is possible).
Quality is higher.
Seasons are shorter.
Cons are virtually impossible with travel extremely limited still.
(that being said large scale iconic events such as the Easter Show went ahead in 2021- but I haven't seen Supanova come back up (Sydney's comic con).
I thought I was getting to old for fandom, but perhaps fandom has just changed. It's slowed down. (Well. For XF anyway.)
People still read and write fanfiction. For television shows that have well gone past their use-by date. I suppose it's a bit like being interested in Jane Austin or Charles Dickens.
I messaged the lost and found board for a Syntax6 fic and I got a reply in less than 6 hours. That's pretty damn quick for an aging community.
AXF still exists but I rarely visit. I rarely look at social media except for specific reasons (there's no daily mindless scrolling. If I think to myself: oh I want to have a look at AXF, then I will go specifically, just for that. Or if I happen to be on twitter for some random reason, and I accidentally see some news about XF .
Sorta how I came back really.
If I wasn't interested in GA, and so watched The Crown 4 seasons (all in one go, starting with S3 before going to 1,2, then 4) then I wouldn't have watched SE. If I hadn't watched SE, I wouldn't have wanted to see the ending of XF. The ending didn't make sense and I felt like I had completely forgotten S1-9 So I went and re-watched all of that (it still didn't make sense).
Life is a chain. One thing always leads to the next.
Mr 27
Mr 27 was sitting at home, after a week of feeling unwell and lethargic.
He owns a Jewellery store, and lives in a nice address in a well to do, and very quaint suburb around the corner from MISH. He is 61.
He drinks 15-20 bottles of wine a week. That averages out to approx. 2-3 bottles of wine a day.
His family found him difficult to rouse in the living room and called the ambulance.
Ambulance officers noticed broad complex rhythm with peaked T waves highly suggestive of hyperkalemia. He required 3 shocks, CPR and calcium to bind to the K.
You can see the CPR markings on his chest.
There was blood in the toilet bowl.
They took him to ED and scoped him and found some mild sources of bleeding (nothing dramatic despite the very dramatic Hb of 33). They decided he had a slow bleed.
Sent him to big for multi organ failure, commencement of CRRT, new diagnosis of liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension.
He eventually recovered in ICU and was then sent to the ward where he then re-deteriorated, dropped his GCS and was admitted to small ICU (Big and small admit on different days, and it depends on what day you deteriorate - or have your operation - or come in from ED- which ICU you go to. Just cause he'd been in big ICU doesn't mean he returns there). He's a GCS 7. I've had some bad uck and learning with his CRRT circuit tonight.
He's on a no anticoagulation circuit. First the circuit clotted. So I had to run the blood back to him, disconnect and re-set up the filter, attach and restart.
Then during a roll, somehow, within 45 mins of starting a brand new circuit, somehow, the air trap went too low and before we could notice air was in the line. So I had to discard a filter full of his blood, into the bin and start again. This time I was like a hawk with the damn air trap.
He's a very crappy GCS 7 who barely moves.
They want his bowels open 3-4 times a day (but of course, the nursing staff do the cleaning). I've had 2 super large pasty brown stools on my shift and 1 small left over BO.
I've changed the sheet each time as they were so large and not well contained.
The 3rd time it was better contained but there was a leak from the vascath (unexpectedly disconnected: no air seen, instead blood just went everywhere and I almost crapped my pants) that was the third sheet change -- and I haven't even washed him.
Oh and Happy Birthday Pete - your gift is coming in the Mail on Tuesday. He wanted a weighted blanket. I think it's a gimmick but the woven one does look really nice (so even if it is a gimmick it's a nice looking blanket).
