It's A Dog's Life...

Well I certainly feel like a dog. Or rather, I can now empathize with dogs who are constantly tied up. My leash..er..PICC line is starting to get on my nerves. I think this is my last week of antibiotics, but I still forget sometimes that I have this stupid bag attached to me!

I can't begin to tell you how many times I've gotten up in a hurry and left my bag behind, only to be pulled back again. Thankfully, I've never been so rushed that I've ripped the tube out of my arm or something. But they tell me at the hospital that it happens more than they'd like to admit. And apparently there are a lot of patients who are totally brainless and get the pump wet. It's worth $6,000! They used to not make people pay if they ruined their pump, but after geniuses started dropping them in toilets or taking them in the swimming pool (???), they had to start charging people the full amount. So I am ridiculously careful about keeping mine dry. I just wish I could stop walking away without it!

Speaking of keeping the pump dry, I've been having a heck of time keeping my bandages dry when I get a shower. I've got stuff on both arms that I shouldn't get wet, but so far, no luck.

I've tried saran wrap and those tube garbage bags that newspapers come in. I've tried using those bags and putting elastics on each end and then taping it, but my dressings are always soaked!! If you have ever had a cast or a dressing that you couldn't get wet, how did you keep it dry? I refuse to go back to sponge bathing or taking a bath with my arms up in the air ever again. I love the shower. And even if I have to dress up like an extra in the world's lowest budgeted sci-fi movie, I'm going to do it!

I had a different blog idea for today, but my PICC line is driving me up the wall and I needed to vent. I'll use my other topic idea tomorrow.

Anyways, I'm open to any and all (reasonable) suggestions for keeping my bandages from getting wet!

Hope you're having a wonderful day!

My Top 5...

Let's get to know each other. I'll start ;) Here are my Top 5 different things. Some of them are in no particular order, just the order I thought of them!

Movies I love

1. The Princess Bride



2. While You Were Sleeping



3. Twister



4. Fried Green Tomatoes



5. Life Is Beautiful

Movies I Hate

1. Team America



2. Constantine



3. The Shining



4. Beowulf



5. The Matrix Trilogy

Dog Breeds

1. Soft-Coated Wheaten Terriers



2. Newfoundlands



3. Cavalier King Charles Spaniels



4. Shetland Sheepdogs



5. Golden Retrievers

Foods

1. Pizza



2. Quesadillas



3. Peanut Butter



4. Crackers



5. Pears

Celebrities I Want To Meet

1. Ellen Degeneres



2. Pink



3. Sandra Bullock



4. Will and Jada (Pinkett) Smith



5. Idina Menzel

Celebrities I Can't Stand

1. Jon Lovitz



2. Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi



3. Russell Brand



4. Paris Hilton



5. Piers Morgan

Books

1. Where The Red Fern Grows



2. The Poisonwood Bible



3. Harry Potter Series



4. The Glass Castle



5. The Monster At The End Of This Book

TV Shows (On The Air)

1. Grey's Anatomy



2. The Big Bang Theory



3. Parking Wars



4. Supernanny



5. Bones

Things I Love

1. Hugs



2. Daisies



3. Tea



4. Photography



5. Animals

Things I Hate

1. Ticking Clocks



2. Foot or Pencil Tapping



3. Unflushed Toilets



4. My Shower Settings Changed



5. Bugs

Songs Of All Time

1. Build Me Up Buttercup



2. The Way You Make Me Feel



3. You Can't Hurry Love



4. I Just Haven't Met You Yet



5. Sound Of Your Voice

Fears/Phobias

1. Spiders



2. Heights



3. Clowns



4. Botox



5. Crowds

Peanut Butter and Honey...

When my dad was little, they used to buy honey in solid form. My grandmother stored it in a screw-top jar, and would put it in a pot of water on the stove to melt it. (Much like they used to do with baby bottles.)

One day my Aunt Pat, my dad's older sister, made lunch for herself and her brother. Peanut butter and honey. She grabbed the melted jar of honey and made two delicious sandwiches. She put one on a plate, and went to hand it to my dad. The honey dripped out of the sandwich and down the plate. Pat used her finger to wipe up the drip and licked it off.

What she thought was the jar of honey was actually the jar of bacon grease that was stored in a similar screw-top container.

My grandmother had been ironing nearby, and watched everything without saying a word. She just laughed.

A Mismatch of Events...

So last night around 11pm, I'm lying in bed with my Shihpoo, Maggie. We're in the dark, but I'm on my cell phone just checking facebook for the 145,785 time when Maggie makes a little noise. I think it was just a yawn or something cute, so I turn the light of my phone towards her... only to spot a big white spider crawling up my pillow towards my face!! ACK! I made a very girly shriek and batted it away. Then of course I jump up and use my cell-flashlight to try to find the little... spider. Ahem. Luckily what I found was it's mushed little body that I disposed of with a kleenex. Shudder. I absolutely have arachnophobia, so I'm proud of myself for getting rid of him instead of calling for someone to do it for me. This is one major reason I need a man in my life. I need a full-time hero/exterminator. I don't do bugs. Especially spiders. Icky.

Across town in the summer, there was a 3-legged coyote that was snatching small dogs and cats. Well he must have gotten its fill from over there and moved on... because he's been spotted on my street. I live on a dead end with a field and forest at the end, and apparently he's hiding out somewhere in there. Maggie has been on house arrest since I found out. This morning, there were two cop cars in front of my house. We figured that someone called them because of Tripod the Coyote. Our neighbourhood watch leaders have been posting signs in the area to warn everyone. But no, we were wrong. Instead we watched the cops take my next-door neigbours son into the squad car and drive him away. Awesome. This is not the first time this has happened either. But at least this time there were only two cars and not six like before.

I got my stitches out today! One more milestone closer to being healed. I'm only celebrating now, though. At the time, it was incredibly stressful. The nurse I dealt with today is one of three that I see for my antibiotics and wound dressings. She is the oldest, and the least friendly. It's not that she's antisocial, I just think she feels like she's under pressure and rushed, so she's always very stressed. If I try to make conversation, I get one-word answers in return. But whatever. It's not as though I need this woman to like me or even that I have to like her. I only see her for 20 minutes a day. However, it became a whole new story when she went to take my stitches out.

Her hands were shaking. And I mean shaking. And she is coming at me with a giant pair of tweezers and a very sharp stitch cutter. I couldn't hold my tongue. I told her straight up that her shaking hands were making me nervous. She was not impressed. She said she has arthritis and that her hands shake when she does intricate stuff like this. And all I could think was... so maybe you shouldn't be doing it? I wanted to ask for someone else to take over. But I'm too nice, and I felt badly, and I didn't want to be rude. Even though this is my wrist we're dealing with. So I decided to let her go ahead, and just couldn't watch. While I had my head turned and my eyes shut tight, she explained everything she was doing in detail and was friendly and calm and almost sweet. And she didn't maim me. Always a plus. Now I can't help but think now that I should have asked for someone else and not risked it. The potential for harm was too close for comfort.

So that has been my night/day so far. Now I'm going to go check my room for spiders (but not too carefully, in case I find one).

Well Hello...

Hello Blog World!

I've started this blog as simply a way to entertain others and to release some of my pent-up energy and my desire to write down everything that pops into my head. I hope you enjoy.

So let's do a basic recap of my story thus far:

I'm 24, single, regrettably living with my parents (more on that to come), avid dog lover, book reader, Grey's Anatomy junkie, and a very very accident prone individual

Why "Miss Bubble Wrap"? This title comes from constant jokes from family and friends that I should be wrapped in bubble wrap to keep me from getting injured. I'm not going to lie, they have a point. I swear accidents find me. I've had concussions, stitches, bruised bones, scrapes, cuts, black eyes, sprains, pulled muscles, and weird allergic reactions to random things.

My latest incident is one that I've had to tell so many times in the past few months, I can't bring myself to explain it all out now. Here's the short short version... Customer at work dropped lumber on me; I had surgery on my wrist in November. Beginning of January, I got a septic infection (google it) which lead to two surgeries. After my second surgery, I had flash pulmonary edema (google that too). So, two near death experiences, clearly and thankfully I survived both. Now I am home, still have stitches which come out tomorrow, and a PICC line (do I need to say it? google is your friend) for 24/7 antibiotics. Have very little strength in my wrist still. I should add that this is my right wrist. And yes, I'm right-handed. That's my incident. Phew.

So I mentioned something about living with my parents. I cringe as I write that. Don't get me wrong, my parents can be pretty cool. My mom and I are super tight, and my dad and I... well we don't have screaming fights like we did when I was a teen. But I'm well aware that I am 24 and it's time to get out. So as soon as I have my wrist back in order and can work again and have a steady income, I am outta here. I have an awesome friend who has said that she would like to live with me, and she's in a position right now where she will wait for me (like I said, awesome). I am hoping that this will be sooner than later. Because it's time. Really really time.

So how's that for a first post? Do you feel like we've been sufficiently aquainted? That's all I have for now. Until next time!