Wednesday, February 15, 2012

How I Spent Valentine's Day...

You all know that the Democratic National Convention is coming to Charlotte, right? No matter your politics this is a BIG deal.

For several years I have been on the hospital's Decontamination Committee. We've been meeting and training, using government guidelines and standards, on how best to respond to those exposed to chemical or biological agents upon their arrival to the hospital.

We've been asked, along with other area hospitals and agencies (such as medic, fire, police) to be available to staff the event. Of course, this involves ramped up training. Yesterday, we learned how to don our gear and actually hold a mock event involving decontamination of a volunteer. It was fascinating. Here are a few photos from the training session.




Duct tape is used to seal the seams of the suit, seal the suit to the gloves and boots, and, in my case, to make the size 4X suit fit to my petite frame. 

But what's a training session without a little silliness? I wouldn't know...so let the silliness ensue!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Micro-Fiction Monday: February 13, 2012




Honestly, where else would a pink wicker set go?
Next to a pair these lovely shutters, of course.
Get it?
No?
Geez…it’s the “Love Shack”.
Duh!

(139)

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Friday, February 10, 2012

Preying: A Flash Friday Offering


Photo belongs to coupekid.deviantart.com

black-wolf prowls
perimeter  
of conscious thought
as desire to
adopt him,
train him,
control him,
consumes
every thought,
every action,
stealing time away
from search for
long lost child.

blackbirds spy,
keeping guard,
watching,
waiting
for moment
when memories of
how powerful,
how cunning,
how baffling,
predator can be
fades...

meanwhile,
ever vigilant…
black-wolf prowls

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Flash Friday 55 Offering: The Hunger


startled awake
by creak, creak, creaking
of stair boards ‘neath a heavy weight

dreading sound
of feet slowly creep, creep, creeping
up steps, nearing closer

feigning sleep
to squeak, squeak, squeaking
of door yielding entry

eyes squeeze shut
to hot, heavy breaths…
cold, demanding tongue…

rapacious hunger,
incessant , impatient...

So much for sleeping in. 





(Daisy, not so patiently waiting)



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