Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Wash your hands...
I visited my derby wife and good friend Louise in Boston two weeks ago. She was working, in one of her classes, with a world famous surgeon, not because he was so skilled but because he had a mandate of 8 operational procedures that you, as a hospital, could do to increase the success of every single surgery. Not based on skill. Can you guess the first thing? You can. Because you all have:

1. Wash your hands.

Who knows what the other 2-8 where because we get so obsessed with "wash you hands - WHAT - IS THAT TRUE? Is it true that surgeons forget to wash their hands? How is it that medical institutions ignore these rules!

Wash your hands. For 20 seconds.
That is the only aspect of the whole H1N1 thing that I'm thrilled about - all the public service announcements:

Wash your hands.

Cover your mouth.

Stay home if you are sick.

Domestic Goddess Diva - day two - I worked on an apron that I had started in March. I watched a "Haunting" episode (or 2) about Ballard (WHAT there are ghosts in Seattle - in Ballard - my neighborhood?!?!?). I went shopping for spices. I met some girlfriends out for a beverage. We laughed, we chatted about derby, we chatted about the Mutter Museum, our Thanksgivings... I started the evening with "My friend Louise, works with a professor - a surgeon..."

I washed my hands.

For 20 seconds.

1 comment:

harper said...

Late in the day of putting turkeys in containers to bring out the menorahs, and I want to flop down. Decided to take a spin on the ol' missing shoe blog and just loved this entry. The apron is groovy, and the writing a-1.

Happy Grateful Daze to you...