Don’t Piss on My Boots and Tell Me It’s Raining -Would You Like a Lime With That Week Three
My hands hurt. They are cracked and bleeding.
I am washing my hands a lot.
Back in the early 80’s I was working as a Respiratory Therapist in the ICU at Fairfax Hospital (now INOVA Fairfax Hospital) and I worked with a nurse whose husband was from somewhere in Africa. I remember her telling us one evening that her husband would say that if you had a wound or cut your skin you should urinate on it.
I don’t know about that but I do know that on those occasions that I have to apply hand sanitizer to my now split, cracked, and sometimes bleeding hands peeing on them sounds like a less painful option. Alcohol on cut skin stings.
This is now the third week of our escalation of caution related to the Coronavirus Pandemic.
And speaking of peeing, there was a lot of pissing on boots and claiming it’s raining this week from all sides but thankfully the bill was finally passed that would begin to bring some economic relief to workers and businesses big and small.
I don’t know that I understand all the detail nor do I want to but I am comforted to know that it may be just the beginning and could be expanded should it be needed in the future. I want to be sure that if the Kennedy Center goes through their $25 million too soon they can get more.
Also this week I had a “first” experience.
Instead of kissing my wife goodbye when she leaves for work we started elbow bumping.
Now I want you to know that this year, on July 1st to be exact, will be my 20th wedding anniversary.
And if, by July 1st, the only thing my wife and I are touching are our elbows, I am going to be pissed.
And this week the President got in trouble encouraging the use of a drug called chloroquine and another closely related drug called hydroxychloroquine. Sadly, a man in Arizona ingested an aquarium cleaner with a similar name, chloroquine phosphate and died, which the President got blamed for on social media.
Dr. Anthony Fauci, who we have all come to know and love, said he would take the drug if sick but only within a clinical trial. I understand the need for data, but sometimes it’s hard to understand the delays in treatment while you set up the protocols, qualify the patients to meet those protocols, and then finally at some point begin the treatment while all the time you are your loved one is dying.
Yesterday I was going back through some Google photos and realized it has been four weeks since I have seen my parents. The first Sunday in March we were attending the 9th Annual Crawfish Boil and Muskrat Stew Festival in Cambridge, Maryland with my parents and my sister Pat and brother-in-law John, as we celebrated their 68th wedding anniversary that weekend.
Life was still normal back then.
Well, at least as normal as eating Muskrat legs can be.
Congratulations to “Peg Leg” Ralph Bramble for repeating as Muskrat Leg Eating World Champion again this year. We didn’t stay to watch the competition but I did ask Ralph for a photo before I left.
We also learned this week that Easter was canceled.
Well, not canceled really, you can’t cancel Easter, but churches, at least United Methodist churches are to be closed until at least April 23.
Too bad, I think we could all use a little reminder of Jesus and what Easter is all about right now and in the coming weeks.
Please continue to pray for those who are sick, those who are taking care of the sick, those families who have lost loved ones, for our leaders as they navigate us through this situation, and those working on a cure and vaccine for all diseases.
Post Script:
While writing this I thought it best to look into this peeing on a wound question and from what I have determined, it is not advisable. So, let me make it clear I am not encouraging you to pee on the next wound you get. I don’t want to be demonized on social media for causing you to be septic. Soap and water and little antiseptic only, please.
