My aching arms
Mar. 25th, 2009 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyOne of our consultants came in to the office this morning on her day off. 'I'm just on my way to the vet round the corner,' she said, putting a large basket on the reception desk, 'and I thought you all might like to see this.' She was right: who wouldn't want to stop work and play with three two-month-old Jack Russell/pomeranian puppies? It was the best morning break ever.
As I said in my last post, I went to a felting workshop yesterday. That involved vigorous rolling of my scarf (using ancient and traditional tools like a pool noodle and some bubble wrap) for half an hour. At the end of the first three-minute rolling session, my arms objected that they were a bit tired; after that they were fine. At least they were until I woke up this morning. Dearie me, my arms are sore. Right now, I wouldn't miss them terribly if they fell off and, honestly, I think they might.
The women who took the workshop were quite interesting: a pair of divorced grandmothers, who drive around the country in a bus, heading wherever takes their fancy to spread the good word about felting and country gospel music. During the lunch break, they showed us round their bus. I was imagining a campervan, but it's a proper double-decker tour bus with beds and a sofa bigger than mine and a place for their guitars and a garage-trailer on the back to transport their car and two small water tanks that have a little kitchen herb garden hooked up to them. All things considered, not a bad way to spend your retirement, if you're into felting and country gospel music.
When I got home I wrote this week's response for the weekly discussion in my introduction to health economics subject. Before being accepted into this course (a graduate certificate in health economics) we all had to prove that we had appropriate qualifications and work experience, and it's interesting now to see that in practice. Everyone else comes from a health background (pharmacists, nurses, etc) and they need the economics part to be promoted into management. I'm the only one going the other way, with an economics background moving into the health system. So when the weekly question comes around - this week, discuss the factors that will affect the demand for the drug frusemide - they're all worried about understanding price elasticity and I'm more like, well, what is frusemide? (A diuretic, it turns out.) My mother's forty years of nursing experience has never been more useful.
As I said in my last post, I went to a felting workshop yesterday. That involved vigorous rolling of my scarf (using ancient and traditional tools like a pool noodle and some bubble wrap) for half an hour. At the end of the first three-minute rolling session, my arms objected that they were a bit tired; after that they were fine. At least they were until I woke up this morning. Dearie me, my arms are sore. Right now, I wouldn't miss them terribly if they fell off and, honestly, I think they might.
The women who took the workshop were quite interesting: a pair of divorced grandmothers, who drive around the country in a bus, heading wherever takes their fancy to spread the good word about felting and country gospel music. During the lunch break, they showed us round their bus. I was imagining a campervan, but it's a proper double-decker tour bus with beds and a sofa bigger than mine and a place for their guitars and a garage-trailer on the back to transport their car and two small water tanks that have a little kitchen herb garden hooked up to them. All things considered, not a bad way to spend your retirement, if you're into felting and country gospel music.
When I got home I wrote this week's response for the weekly discussion in my introduction to health economics subject. Before being accepted into this course (a graduate certificate in health economics) we all had to prove that we had appropriate qualifications and work experience, and it's interesting now to see that in practice. Everyone else comes from a health background (pharmacists, nurses, etc) and they need the economics part to be promoted into management. I'm the only one going the other way, with an economics background moving into the health system. So when the weekly question comes around - this week, discuss the factors that will affect the demand for the drug frusemide - they're all worried about understanding price elasticity and I'm more like, well, what is frusemide? (A diuretic, it turns out.) My mother's forty years of nursing experience has never been more useful.