pt 1:
I frequently have to wash medical tubing for a nebulizer
and to shake the last droplets of water out of the tubing
I swing it like a lasso of tubing truth.
I’m sure that’s how it’s done in a hospital setting.
there’s a whirling noise, it’s a bit dangerous, and it keeps people at a distance.
pt 2:
I was remembering about a year and a half ago when CousinManlius had returned from Korea and was getting ready to move into his apartment. I was doing some preliminary shopping with him and we stood in the band-aid aisle for a very long time. So long that I started making suggestions,
“well, a cute character bandage is good for little cuts but you also might want a few of the heavy duty ones that will STAY STUCK, when you really need that.”
and finally he said, “I can’t even remember the last time I needed a bandage.” and we started walking to another section of the store.
and I was astounded, “REALLY? I’m always needing bandages and getting bandages for people”
“Well, Jennifer, I TRY NOT TO GET HURT.”
and I almost died laughing in that Target, “hahahaha. yeah, my life is just constant DANGER!”
pt 3:
Anyway last week I scraped part of my thumb knuckle off while trying to remove the tubing from the nebulizer. I had a bandage. It’s healing nicely.
my middle name is danger.
no it’s not. it’s Lynn. but I might change it to Dangereen.










