This weekend seemed short, probably because I kept very busy. On Friday I met Carrie at OMS and saw some of her students as well as her vivacious cooperating teacher. Then we took off for an afternoon of painting pottery, our $10 off coupons made this just about the right price. Next it was off to vespers and then we spent the evening scrapbooking.Sabbath I was AT the church at 7:30 because I was the designated organist for the weekend, name at the bottom of the order of service and everything. This was probably the easiest Sabbath to play the organ because SAU's Wind Symphony played all the major music (Prelude, Postlude, Offertory) and I only had to play one hymn with them as well as the little prayer/call to worship repsonses and the music when the kids go back to their seats. It's a bit nerve wracking to sit poised above this HUGE noisemaker and try not to touch the keys until you mean to, where you mean to, with all these people around you listening plus being on the radio. I had to watch Ken Parsons (the conductor) thru my "rearview mirror" on the organ to get the cutoffs for the hymn with them. It's great fun to play with all the brass and the organ going at full blast, the whole platform rumbles. I even had to beef up the organ to be heard over them. Now my dad calls me Maestro whenever he answers the phone... "Dad, I just played a hymn..."
Sabbath afternoon we spent at Heilman's, as usual, and took a nice long walk on the Greenway. These pictures are from that treck.And then I worked Sunday. I had a 16 year old and a 95 year old. Talk about extremes. One couldn't remember what day it was, the other played shoot-'em-up video games all day and ran his blood pressure up with all the girls in his room. We also had a lady die (not my patient) less than 12 hours after admission. It took her forever to go, her nurse kept thinking she should call the doctor because she would have 30 second pauses and then her heart would start going again. (She was a DNR, Do Not Resusitate, so we all sat at the nurses station and watched her heart's demise.) Watching a dying heart is a nerve wracking thing, you feel like you should be doing something about it. The tough thing about it is that we nurses were trying to lighten the mood by joking about it a little bit (after all, this is our work, and it's stressful) but we had to be respectful of the family. Death is not fun or normal and I'm thankful that we rarely see it on my floor.



