I like cats and video games and original characters, as well as drawing and writing and roleplaying (including LARP). Standard fare for the internet, I should think.
I love theorycrafting and headcanons and talking about settings. Analyzing media and being highly critical of things I like.
I like Star Wars, Fallout, and Bioshock. I like vampires, changelings, and other supernatural denizens, especially as presented by the World of Darkness series. I like noir settings, especially as written in pulp novels (such as those about Phillip Marlowe).
I greatly enjoy consuming and creating media about post-apocalyptic, dystopian and noir settings. Talk to me about it sometime.
One thing that always seemed weird to me when the boy was born: when they took me to theatre for forceps but prepped me with a spinal for a section in case it failed, they made everybody clean up and get into scrubs. Mike had to wear a hairnet and everything.
But they just left me in my stinky blood soaked blouse I’d been wearing for four days and my ratty hair all over the place despite the fact I was the one they’d be operating on and I just.. ???? Why bother with everybody else if you’re not going to prep the actual patient? Why make the father wear scrubs and a hairnet but not the actual mother?
In the end I did end up with a very high temperature after he was born and was given IV antibiotics while they kept me in, so clearly something went wrong. Is it standard operating procedure to scrub everybody up but the mother, or did they fuck up?
When I went in for my section they didn’t really mess with me too much (other than basically stripping me naked save for a sheet but they made my husband put on all sort of gear? Now that you mention it, it does seem odd considering we all touched the baby.
Maybe because they’ll clean the area around the incision but you probably won’t end up accidentally putting your own hands in there?
