HGP

I have now become part of a core group of suckers courageous people known collectively as, “Human Guinea Pigs”.

I do this only as an act of true love and devotion for my husband.

As you may be aware, Jay has started nursing school, and to increase his practice of what his instructors are teaching he’s asked us, his unsuspecting family, to help out.

Drew has participated in this activity only once before calling it quits, and Tyler declared, “No More!” only after the second time.

Wimps!

The older two have proclaimed their younger brothers off limits for most things (except injuries – purely for the entertainment factor).

Which leaves me.  And I suppose I fall under the category of, “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.”  Plus, I rely heavily on the fact that my husband is terrified of having to raise our four men on his own.

So, last week found me laying on our bed so Jay could do his examination.  I would have been happier on a chair, but Jay determined I would be more comfortable on the bed.    We need to have that discussion about “listening” to the patient.

So, first he wanted to listen to my “heart sounds”.  This rather quickly led to a conversation that the stethescope is not to be used for chest compressions, and that it may actually perform as it should if it’s not pushed so firmly on a person’s body.

Human anatomy was covered when he was using his stethescope upon my clavical.  According to him, my heart is mislocated, and he wasn’t even certain he was able to hear it.

I asked him to move on, so he went to blood pressure and pulse.

I will tell you that my blood pressure is very low and my pulse rate also.  I’ve had many a REAL nurse tell me so.

My arm was so numb after the frequent use of the blood pressure cuff that it took it a couple days to recover.  Thus, the lack of blog posts last week.

Jay has determined that I’m a medical marvel, being that I’m heartless.

I informed him that my love for him does not extend to rectal thermometers or needles.