What a Weekend!
Jul. 29th, 2024 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse The weekend kicked off with... well, not a bang, more of a STAB.
Before I start this story, Shawn is okay, No stitches were even needed.
On Friday nights it is the tradition at chez Roundhouse to have pizza and movie night. When Mason is off at school this is often date night. But, even when we're all together, I will either make pizza (my family really loves the deep dish I make in our cast iron pans) or we order in. When it's just us, Shawn and I will watch a movie together, but when Mason is home we tend to go off and parallel play--each watching our own things.
So, I am sitting in my chair on the porch, with Shawn on the opposite side of the table from me. I am watching Star Trek: Prodigy on Netflix and so not really paying attention until all of a sudden Shawn in standing in front of me with blood rushing down her arm, saying, "Lyda, I don't know what to do." I look at the crime scene of our porch, leap up, grab towels, and then say, "We're going to the ER." Mason hears this and is immediately with us, saying, first, "Do you need me to come along," and second, after seeing our blood spattered porch, "Holy shit, what happened?"
Shawn is on blood thinners.
While watching her show and sewing, her scissors slipped from her hand. She went to try to grab it out of the air, like you do, and stabbed herself in the wrist. The amount of blood made me concerned that the scissors had actually punctured a vein or an artery, but... later, after all was said and done, we could see that it was just to the right of all that stuff in the middle of your wrist. But we didn't know that at the time, so Shawn kept pressure on it and held her arm above her heart, and we were at the ER at Regent's in seven minutes. I remarked later, once the adrenaline rush was over, that, if possible, we should always drive ourselves to the ER. If we had called an ambulance it would have taken at least twenty minutes.
I dropped Shawn off at the door and went to park the car. She said that she had never seen the people behind the desk at the ER move so fast as when they saw her coming in dripping blood. By the time I was at her side, they had her wrist and hand completely mummy-wrapped with a pressure bandage. But, they already determined from that brief interaction that Shawn was not in life threatening danger and so began the Great Wait.
Mason stayed home and so I kept him updated by text. Shawn and I were both surprised that we still needed to wait to see a doctor, but both of us had forgotten that she might need a tetanus booster shot. (Turns out, she did not, as she was up to date.) By the time we were in to see the doctor--although this time we got put in with nurse practitioners, which we both saw as a Very Good Sign--though it's a very weird part of the ER, in that we were only just behind a curtain and I could see and hear the nursing staff as the station was just a step away. I amused myself by eavesdropping, though the only thing I learned of interest was that one of the nurses felt his skill at something was "shit" and I thought, "Please don't be OUR nurse," (and he wasn't.) We were first visited by a nurse practitioner who determined that the wound did NOT need stitches and they went off to make sure that this was the right call with a doctor and also check Shawn's chart for the tetanus booster information. The doc came in later and signed off and smeared Shawn's wound with rubber skin stuff. I went off to get the car. Despite all this excitement, we were home by 10:30 pm.
Even though it always feels like forever, we were only there three hours. Not bad for a Friday night! Mason, being the kind of trouper he is, had the house cleaned up and ready for us to just come home and collapse in a heap.
Saturday we did a very truncated version of our alliterative errands: coffee, cardboard, and cardamom. For those of you just tuning in, Saint Paul provides recycling, but is very picky about only picking up "what fits in the containers." So, we have simply started reserving our cardboard so that we can take it to the citywide recycling center on Saturday mornings. Since the recycling center is near where I like to get coffee, we started this whole coffee, cardboard thing. Once we had two "c"s as part of our errand list, we now insist that anything else we do on Saturday mornings start with a c. Cardamom is, like coffee, not really an errand, but there is a lovely bakery on West 7th that makes amazing cardamom spinners, so either when we have a lot going on (or, like this last Saturday, NEED A F*CKING TREAT) we will stop at Brake Bread (so-called because it is a kind of drive-up window.)
Saturday night we had a lovely backyard get together with the set of friends who make us feel Very Grown-up. Do you have friends like this? Like, there's something about this set of couples that is just like Hollywood's idea of hanging out with adults is supposed to be like? There's always this food starting on their big kitchen island that migrates out to this picturesque backyard, with LITERAL fireflies, and bottles of wine.... we love hanging out with them because it makes us feel cool (and they're good company, of course!)
Sunday we had planned to make the food of Shawn's people, fleischkuekle. This is an ALL DAY affair. We spend several hours assembling these meat pockets/pierogi and then several hours deep-fat frying them. If you count shopping for the ingredients as part of the process (which I do!) we started at 10 am and ended at 7:30 pm.
On the other hand, we make literal HUNDREDS of these things.
Image: A small portion of the finished, fried fleischkuekle
How was your weekend? 100% less ER trips, I hope!
Before I start this story, Shawn is okay, No stitches were even needed.
On Friday nights it is the tradition at chez Roundhouse to have pizza and movie night. When Mason is off at school this is often date night. But, even when we're all together, I will either make pizza (my family really loves the deep dish I make in our cast iron pans) or we order in. When it's just us, Shawn and I will watch a movie together, but when Mason is home we tend to go off and parallel play--each watching our own things.
So, I am sitting in my chair on the porch, with Shawn on the opposite side of the table from me. I am watching Star Trek: Prodigy on Netflix and so not really paying attention until all of a sudden Shawn in standing in front of me with blood rushing down her arm, saying, "Lyda, I don't know what to do." I look at the crime scene of our porch, leap up, grab towels, and then say, "We're going to the ER." Mason hears this and is immediately with us, saying, first, "Do you need me to come along," and second, after seeing our blood spattered porch, "Holy shit, what happened?"
Shawn is on blood thinners.
While watching her show and sewing, her scissors slipped from her hand. She went to try to grab it out of the air, like you do, and stabbed herself in the wrist. The amount of blood made me concerned that the scissors had actually punctured a vein or an artery, but... later, after all was said and done, we could see that it was just to the right of all that stuff in the middle of your wrist. But we didn't know that at the time, so Shawn kept pressure on it and held her arm above her heart, and we were at the ER at Regent's in seven minutes. I remarked later, once the adrenaline rush was over, that, if possible, we should always drive ourselves to the ER. If we had called an ambulance it would have taken at least twenty minutes.
I dropped Shawn off at the door and went to park the car. She said that she had never seen the people behind the desk at the ER move so fast as when they saw her coming in dripping blood. By the time I was at her side, they had her wrist and hand completely mummy-wrapped with a pressure bandage. But, they already determined from that brief interaction that Shawn was not in life threatening danger and so began the Great Wait.
Mason stayed home and so I kept him updated by text. Shawn and I were both surprised that we still needed to wait to see a doctor, but both of us had forgotten that she might need a tetanus booster shot. (Turns out, she did not, as she was up to date.) By the time we were in to see the doctor--although this time we got put in with nurse practitioners, which we both saw as a Very Good Sign--though it's a very weird part of the ER, in that we were only just behind a curtain and I could see and hear the nursing staff as the station was just a step away. I amused myself by eavesdropping, though the only thing I learned of interest was that one of the nurses felt his skill at something was "shit" and I thought, "Please don't be OUR nurse," (and he wasn't.) We were first visited by a nurse practitioner who determined that the wound did NOT need stitches and they went off to make sure that this was the right call with a doctor and also check Shawn's chart for the tetanus booster information. The doc came in later and signed off and smeared Shawn's wound with rubber skin stuff. I went off to get the car. Despite all this excitement, we were home by 10:30 pm.
Even though it always feels like forever, we were only there three hours. Not bad for a Friday night! Mason, being the kind of trouper he is, had the house cleaned up and ready for us to just come home and collapse in a heap.
Saturday we did a very truncated version of our alliterative errands: coffee, cardboard, and cardamom. For those of you just tuning in, Saint Paul provides recycling, but is very picky about only picking up "what fits in the containers." So, we have simply started reserving our cardboard so that we can take it to the citywide recycling center on Saturday mornings. Since the recycling center is near where I like to get coffee, we started this whole coffee, cardboard thing. Once we had two "c"s as part of our errand list, we now insist that anything else we do on Saturday mornings start with a c. Cardamom is, like coffee, not really an errand, but there is a lovely bakery on West 7th that makes amazing cardamom spinners, so either when we have a lot going on (or, like this last Saturday, NEED A F*CKING TREAT) we will stop at Brake Bread (so-called because it is a kind of drive-up window.)
Saturday night we had a lovely backyard get together with the set of friends who make us feel Very Grown-up. Do you have friends like this? Like, there's something about this set of couples that is just like Hollywood's idea of hanging out with adults is supposed to be like? There's always this food starting on their big kitchen island that migrates out to this picturesque backyard, with LITERAL fireflies, and bottles of wine.... we love hanging out with them because it makes us feel cool (and they're good company, of course!)
Sunday we had planned to make the food of Shawn's people, fleischkuekle. This is an ALL DAY affair. We spend several hours assembling these meat pockets/pierogi and then several hours deep-fat frying them. If you count shopping for the ingredients as part of the process (which I do!) we started at 10 am and ended at 7:30 pm.
On the other hand, we make literal HUNDREDS of these things.
Image: A small portion of the finished, fried fleischkuekle
How was your weekend? 100% less ER trips, I hope!
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Date: 2024-07-29 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:16 pm (UTC)Are the hundreds of fleischkuekle intended for freezing, a party, or distribution to friends? They look great!
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:48 pm (UTC)One of these days, Shawn and I should just have a fleischkuekle party for everyone we know so that people could come try them. If we ever get that off the ground, you will be on the invite list!
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:16 pm (UTC)The fleischkuekle look DELECTABLE.
P.
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for the compliment re: the very meat filled fleischkuekle. There was a memoir story in the Smithsonian Magazine from a man who turned vegetarian after years of living in Germany (aka the land of sausage) and we often quote it while making these meat pies. The line we quote is from his son going into the butchers and begging, "Fleisch, papa! Fliesch!" Even we carnivores were like, "Uh... Umm...."
:-)
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Date: 2024-07-29 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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