Bats, Blood, Basketball, and Needles
What a week.
Early Monday morning, about 3:00, CJ woke up and there was a bat in our bedroom. We stared at it for about 5 minutes before deciding to sleep on the air mattress in the living room. We closed up the room and headed downstairs. I had only slept for a couple hours at that time and the rest of the night went about as well.
Monday I gave blood, as planned. I blogged about it and how I was changing my goal to give blood whenever I can, not just when the blood mobile comes to work.
Monday night was crazy. CJ went after the bat. It was flying around the room. He tried to hit it with a tennis racket, suck it up into the vacuum, capture it with a towel and a bucket, and shoot it with a pellet gun. None of those things worked. The bat flew off and couldn't be found. Well, that riled both of us up. Add that to the non-ideal sleeping conditions and you have two very unhappy, not well rested people.
I was so tired, I called in sick to work just to get some sleep on Tuesday.
By Tuesday night, some people in the know had caught wind of our bat situation and were sending us links about how we needed to contact our doctors and get rabies shots.
Tuesday night CJ went after the bat again. And it was nowhere to be found. He banged around in the room. He flicked the lights on and off. The stupid thing wouldn't come out.
By Wednesday, we were calling our clinics and getting appointments to find out about rabies shots. Wednesday afternoon I went in to the doctor. He told me unequivocally that I had to get the shots. He had called the MN Dept of Health and I needed to do what he said. I mentioned that I gave blood on Monday and he said that I had to call them to not let my blood be used.
Dammit. I didn't want those shots.
At this point we were tired. CJ didn't even look for the bat. It is hot enough that we would be sleeping downstairs anyhow, so we are just going to keep that room locked down until after the weekend and assume it will be dead by then. Or gone. But probably dead.
The first thing I did today was to call the Red Cross to let them know about my blood situation. They put a hold on my blood, so it won't be used. They also entered my situation into their database. I am not allowed to give blood for one year.
So much for that goal. I don't know if I will replace it.
This afternoon, I went in and got the first shots. Two in the thighs. Two in the hips. Two in the butt. One in the arm. The two in the thighs were the only ones that hurt, but my legs are pretty sore right now from them.
I still have 4 more shots to go. One Monday, one Thursday, one the following Thursday and one two Thursdays after that.
A couple good things have happened though. First, Pete and I headed to the gym and shot hoops tonight. I was a little worried that I would be too sore, but it helped my thighs a bit. But now they are super sore, as is my shooting arm. But that's one goal down.
I also went to WeightWatchers on Wednesday. I'm down a total of just over 10 pounds. That's pretty sweet.
Early Monday morning, about 3:00, CJ woke up and there was a bat in our bedroom. We stared at it for about 5 minutes before deciding to sleep on the air mattress in the living room. We closed up the room and headed downstairs. I had only slept for a couple hours at that time and the rest of the night went about as well.
Monday I gave blood, as planned. I blogged about it and how I was changing my goal to give blood whenever I can, not just when the blood mobile comes to work.
Monday night was crazy. CJ went after the bat. It was flying around the room. He tried to hit it with a tennis racket, suck it up into the vacuum, capture it with a towel and a bucket, and shoot it with a pellet gun. None of those things worked. The bat flew off and couldn't be found. Well, that riled both of us up. Add that to the non-ideal sleeping conditions and you have two very unhappy, not well rested people.
I was so tired, I called in sick to work just to get some sleep on Tuesday.
By Tuesday night, some people in the know had caught wind of our bat situation and were sending us links about how we needed to contact our doctors and get rabies shots.
Tuesday night CJ went after the bat again. And it was nowhere to be found. He banged around in the room. He flicked the lights on and off. The stupid thing wouldn't come out.
By Wednesday, we were calling our clinics and getting appointments to find out about rabies shots. Wednesday afternoon I went in to the doctor. He told me unequivocally that I had to get the shots. He had called the MN Dept of Health and I needed to do what he said. I mentioned that I gave blood on Monday and he said that I had to call them to not let my blood be used.
Dammit. I didn't want those shots.
At this point we were tired. CJ didn't even look for the bat. It is hot enough that we would be sleeping downstairs anyhow, so we are just going to keep that room locked down until after the weekend and assume it will be dead by then. Or gone. But probably dead.
The first thing I did today was to call the Red Cross to let them know about my blood situation. They put a hold on my blood, so it won't be used. They also entered my situation into their database. I am not allowed to give blood for one year.
So much for that goal. I don't know if I will replace it.
This afternoon, I went in and got the first shots. Two in the thighs. Two in the hips. Two in the butt. One in the arm. The two in the thighs were the only ones that hurt, but my legs are pretty sore right now from them.
I still have 4 more shots to go. One Monday, one Thursday, one the following Thursday and one two Thursdays after that.
A couple good things have happened though. First, Pete and I headed to the gym and shot hoops tonight. I was a little worried that I would be too sore, but it helped my thighs a bit. But now they are super sore, as is my shooting arm. But that's one goal down.
I also went to WeightWatchers on Wednesday. I'm down a total of just over 10 pounds. That's pretty sweet.
posted by Kassie @ Thursday, August 13, 2009
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