On the way back from the bar Friday night, Jessie and I had a photo sesh. Shaine headed home early, and missed out. This pic is my new fav for all profile photos. It’s my new “head shot.” I can vagrant with the best of ‘em on Boren any day. The other photos are great, but Jessie needs to get a publicly viewable photo album.
Remember when kids wanted to grow up and be president? Don’t even think about encouraging them; politics are boring. It’s all a numbers game of making more than 50% or so of voters think you’re all right.
Kyle and I went to Kapowsin Skydive over the weekend for our first skydive. Kyle asked a month earlier if I wanted to take the dive (pun intended) and I said why not. We did a tandem jump (not together!) at about 18 thousand feet. It was an intense and fun experience. I’m definitely going to do it again sometime in the future. I’d like to do a solo dive from a lower altitude, so watch out, you might get asked to go skydiving with me.
Click on the photo for a guided tour of my descent. Goodbye plane, hello weekend warrior.
After I got stitches in my finger, I became obsessed documenting its progress back to good health. Almost two weeks after the stitches were removed, its starting to look pretty normal but there is definitely some permanent scarring in the shape of a crescent due to how the glass cut into my finger. I’ve put far too many finger (navel) gazing photos up on Flickr.
Longish story short, don’t ever accept three pints of beer in non-pint glasses from a bar. When your slap happy friend bounces into you, the cocktail glasses will collapse onto your hand and cause great damage to your money makers. Just imagine my horror when I considered not being able to play the keys anymore? And by keys, I mean keyboard keys, as in computer keyboard.
The next day when my wrapped finger didn’t stop bleeding, I headed out to find some urgent care. For all my neighborhood’s lack of being a neighborhood, it has hospitals. There are three within a few blocks of each other and another about a 15 minute walk up to Capitol Hill.
I stopped at them all. Harborview (the only “free” care facility, fully fortified with police and metal detectors) next door to my apartment had urgent care but a four hour wait on a Saturday afternoon. I considered shooting myself in the foot to kill two birds with one stone, but weighed my options and kept moving. Virginia Mason only had emergency care and the lady wouldn’t give me any time estimate other than “we’re very busy.” No luck there either.
I grabbed a coffee at Sugar Bakery, because what’s better than getting high on caffeine when you’re low on blood, and shuffled over to yellow and blue Swedish hospital. Although swedish looks great, they weren’t much more helpful; there was no urgent care nor a wait estimate available. My guess is that Swedish likes to offer high cost, high quality specialty care and could give a crap about emergencies and urgencies with the bad ass trauma center down the street at Harborview. This is the point at which the combination and coffee, loss of blood (albeit not much) and dwindling options start making me nervous.
Maybe the four hour wait at Harborview wasn’t that bad, could they give me the Olive Garden table pager while I rested in the comfort of my own apartment? It has been discussed, and we all agree that it would be a savvy investment on the part of the tycoons running ship at Harborview. We can only hope they listen. In the meantime, I had no real option than to huff it to 15th Ave. Group Health was the only place to have dedicated urgent care, and be able to give me a wait estimate of 30 minutes which they actually kept. An hour and a half, six stitches and a tetanus shot later, I left urgent care with a finely dressed finger that had stopped bleeding. The best part of the entire ordeal was documenting its progress back to health and grossing out a good deal of people with my scabby finger full of stitches.
