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>Okay, my answers to your questions... > >She felt a preliminary >>adrenaline squeeze as she turned around and went back >>down the hallway, turning on the radiographic unit and >>the oxygen on the anesthesia machine. >> >><b>Okay, remember I know nothing. But why she go turn >>everything on when she didn’t know what the problem >>with the cat was?</b> > >Exactly why she turned it all on. Unknown trauma and >the equipment is off, make sure everything is ready, >in case you have to do films, in case it needs oxygen. >It takes a few seconds that animal may not have... I >should incorporate some of this in the text, huh?;-) > >> >Daniel rushed in bearing the limp body >>before him like an offering. >> >><b>I like this image</b> > >Thank you. >> > >> >><b>K, I read to the end, and have come back to comment >>here. Now that description you gave me in your reply >>when I was whining about not getting it was excellent. >> That old fashioned staple remover got the image you >>were shooting for clear to me in a precise way that >>left no doubt that it was more than just a few >>scratches. So why isn’t it here???? *G* </b> > >Yes dear... I'll be working that in... ;-) >> >>As the water washed the blood away, Daniel’s hands >>were revealed to be a mass of cuts and punctures. He >>seemed as surprised as she was at the extent of his >>injuries. “It seemed like she maybe scratched me once; >>it looks more like my hands have been minced.” He >>poked gingerly at the wounds with the brush. >> >>“Scrub. You have to open them up.” >> >><b>Ouch!</b> >> >>“It hurts.” >> >><b>wuss. ;-)</b> >> >LOL... Most men, your DH excluded, are weenies about >pain. My DH, who can pass kidney stones at work and >keep working, screeches like a little girl when I >attack a zit. I was aiming for a little whiny, so she >can do something and have something to tease him >about, but not too bad. That's why he fainted *G* > > >>Valerie began scrubbing his right hand, making sure >>that no flap of skin, no puncture was left unmolested >>by the brush and disinfectant. She heard grunts and >>hisses of pain from him but he didn’t complain or pull >>away. >> >><b>Better and not so wuss like *G* Although…I like my >>men stoic (but remember to ignore me) ;-)</b> > >At this point, the bites are a bit numb. I used suture >scissors to open up a wound on my thumb once and this >was the only way I was able to do it. It still hurt >like hell, but I got it done. >> > She poured >>more of the liquid scrub soap over his finger and >>worked the ring loose with care. It was a tight fit >>but she managed to get it free and laid the band on >>the countertop by the sink. >> >><b>Ah ha! That’s why the ring was around his >neck.</b> >> >>Back to her cleaning, Valerie concentrated on >>searching out and scrubbing the wounds. After a few >>moments she realized Daniel was leaning on her >>heavily, almost draped over her shoulder. She was >>pinned against the sink and looked up in alarm. What >>she could see of Daniel’s face was pale and sweating >>and his head hung forward. >> >><b>Now see this? This I like! Definitely showing us >>his reaction instead of telling us it hurts.</b> > >Thanks! >>She glanced >>up at Alan. >> >>He gave her a studiously blank look. “Don’t look at >>me, I don’t treat primates.” >> >><b>So just what was revealed in the depths of her >>eyes…like it, like it, like it >> >>And Alan LOL He’s one of those apes too eh? *G* ></b> > >Yep. A big joke around here is that we try to avoid >treating primates, meaning both the hairy kind that >some foolish people keep as pets, and the various >students and staff here. We still do, but reluctantly >on the first group, and on the sly for the second. We >aren't licensed to treat human primates.;-) >> >“Don’t think >>I’ll be flying with these soon. Good job I just got >>back in.” >> >><b>What’s the point of his mentioning the God job I >>just got back in?</b> > >As an airline captain, they can only fly 100 hours a >month. He's just back in so he's likely off for two >weeks or more. And he won't have to reschedule his >flights because of his injury. >>“Yeah. I will. As a matter of fact, I’ll just…” Alan >>scurried from the room. >> >><b>Well, wasn’t that what he was doing?</b> > >Yes, but in the next scene there is more of an >explanation. The tissue samples that have be sent in >are brain tissue. And they don't send the whole cat. >KnowhatImean? > >“I don’t know how you aren’t >>screaming right now. I’ve had plenty of cat bites and >>they hurt like hell. But you’ve got every cat bite >>I’ve ever had multiplied by a hundred.” Roll gauze >>secured the cotton. “You must have a high tolerance.” >> >><b>*G*</b> >> > >><b>Awwww And so that’s the end. And not too many >>glaring holes. I did wonder what he did with the cat >>after he got it in the car, but I won't go there. *G* > >LOL... You always pick out things that I didn't write >but wonder if I should deal with. Now I know!!;-) >> >> >>And sorry it took so long. I’ll get to the rest >>hopefully sooner. Onward and Upward! *G* </b> > > >Thank you for the comments and help. Always welcome!
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