This will be a summary of events from Friday afternoon through this evening, for which I am thankful.
Friday afternoon I was invited by my co-worker to hang out with her while she got a patient enrolled in one of the clinical trials going on at our center. One of the enrollment criteria required a "6 minute walk" (6MW) test. This is an important measure for patients with pulmonary hypertension, because they often become out of breath during actitivity, so the farther they can walk in 6 minutes, the better they're doing. It's used in clinical trials and clinical practice as a measure of improvement/worsening.
So this wonderful woman set out on her 6MW in the hallway. We mark each end of the corridor with orange cones, and distance in meters is marked on the walls. I'm at one end, making sure the path stays clear of foot traffic, and the study nurse is at the other. The patient sets off at an impressive clip, carrying her portable oxygen tank with her. Back and forth, doing great. She starts to slow down, gets to my end to rest a moment. Now, we're not supposed to coach or interfere with the walk in any way. But when she looks at me, and I notice she's not really seeing me anymore, and her oxygen tank falls off her arm, I go over to her. Just in time to barely help her slide down the wall into a crumpled heap on the floor. The study nurse is running towards us with the wheelchair, and I can barely hold her up. Anyway, brief drama as I fetch the doctor, and the patient is fine. Just had a "pre-syncopal epidsode". Don't I know it. Having had several recently myself, I get it.
Thankful that I interfered with the 6MW and kept her from totally keeling over. Thankful that I got to talk with the doctor that came to help, I've only spoken with him once or twice since I was hired. And he's funny! I asked later that afternoon him if I could go into his University physician profile to add "pulmonary hypertension" to his list of specialties, and he suggested I also add "male model" and "humanitarian". I quickly replied I had been coming up with a list of things to add to embelish/enhance his profile, and just had been waiting for the "green light".
The weekend starts off nicely. It's a crazy warm morning, so I get to ride my "mycycle" wearing the least amount of clothes ever! It felt like flying, as usual, but this time it felt like flying...neked *tee-hee*. Until I reached my turn-around point and rode 15 miles home uphill into the wind. Boooooo. Then it felt like, uh, like I was going to enjoy the hell of the bacon cheeseburger I was going to eat that night. That's right, thank you, Smashburger.
Sunday took a turn and dropped over 50 degrees and snowed. Still a productive day, re-learning movie editing software I hadn't used in months. Today was also a fine day. During the lunch meeting where I was supposed to show off the changes I had the web-guy make to our website, my supervisor did instead, so I could just hang out. Then the funny doc kept making jokes about his profile picture, that was taken er, awhile ago, and was the only one in black and white. So he looked "pasty", everyone else looked "healthy and vibrant", and finally, what made me laugh quite a bit, that "he looked like one of those Twilight guys". Ha ha haha!!
And this afternoon, while gathering ingredients for the Barefoot Contessa's mocha icebox cake at the grocery (man, mascarpone cheese is expensive), I snoop at the coupons the previous self-checker-outer left behind, I find a $10 off your next grocery trip!!! coupon. So thanks, Coupon-Rejecter, for saving us $10! The Morehouse in me was tickled pink.
And for the record, I *will* be thankful when this wretched, awful wind stops blowing. On my bike ride into 40mph gusts of it, I thought of it as "the devil's breath". Yeah.