Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
I rode to work yesterday using the ROH with the new gearing of 48:19. Aside from track stands being slightly harder, I made it to work fine and got home fine. The morning ride wasn't a sweaty mess, but the humidity was above 90% and there was intermittent drizzle blowing out of the trees from the earlier rain, so I arrived to work looking like a sweaty mess. I may need to go down a tooth in the rear to 18 teeth soon. I don't like riding a combination of chainring and cog which both have even number of teeth because it organizes the skid patches into distinct spots and tires wear faster. When I switch, it will either be a quick stint at 48:18 with the goal of swapping to a 17 tooth cog as quickly as possible, or just going straight to the 17. It's a jump of 12 gear inches which is 17% more work per wheel revolution. We'll see. We have rain in the forecast for this afternoon through tomorrow evening, so no commuting those days.
The timetable for my facility closing may have been moved up. We have 13 residents now, and after next Monday, we'll be down in the single digits.
I've been spending a lot of time cleaning up the art room, with the focus on gathering patient art and either getting it ready to move with the respective patients, or to be shredded. There is over 30 years of patient history in this artwork, much of it from now-deceased people. In life, they were forgotten, and with their artwork now off the walls and in a HIPAA shredding bin, they will soon have essentially never existed, aside from occupying a budget line associated with a room. It's a very odd, unique experience to be doing this kind of cleanup. I've reached out and no one I can find knows any other art therapists who have had to pack up so much history of personhood, then destroy it. It feels almost icky, but I can't keep it, nor can anyone else.
Phil
The timetable for my facility closing may have been moved up. We have 13 residents now, and after next Monday, we'll be down in the single digits.
I've been spending a lot of time cleaning up the art room, with the focus on gathering patient art and either getting it ready to move with the respective patients, or to be shredded. There is over 30 years of patient history in this artwork, much of it from now-deceased people. In life, they were forgotten, and with their artwork now off the walls and in a HIPAA shredding bin, they will soon have essentially never existed, aside from occupying a budget line associated with a room. It's a very odd, unique experience to be doing this kind of cleanup. I've reached out and no one I can find knows any other art therapists who have had to pack up so much history of personhood, then destroy it. It feels almost icky, but I can't keep it, nor can anyone else.
Phil