Self-bandaging: or, cleanliness is next to catliness, and so am I

[desperance]

Hee. So la_marquise_de sent me out (pursuant to my previous post) in search of tubi-grip. Of which the pharmacist had none. But I came home thinking "maybe I can manage this anyway; I have the makin's."

So I unwrapped and laid out bandage, and sticky tape, and eye-pad (it was an ocular ward, with (j)ocular nurses who were ill-equipped for thumbs; but they maintained that eye-pads would do, for lack of other padding).

I cut off sections of tape, to be ready, and stuck them to the table close at hand.

It was about the time that Barry biffed the bandage to the floor, that I remembered how the nurses had been Very Very Careful to keep all the dressings sterile until applied: wearing sterile gloves, using sterile scissors, laying everything out on sterile paper. Etc.

Ah well, I thought, retrieving the bandage - and looking up to find Mac making a game of Pounce on the Sticky Tape, where the lengths I'd cut off were dangling below the table-edge...

Still'n'all. It may not be exactly sterile, but I have made a creditable job of manufacturing something thumb-huggingly tight. I'm quite proud of myself.

And yes, I know I'm not supposed to be typing; but while it is easy to do nothing in hospital, it is not at all easy at home. I am restless and dissatisfied.

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