Considering the general shittiness that abounded at the begining of the week, the rest of the week was pretty good, all things considered.

This week was "Wellness Week" at the hospital which is actually only 1 and a half days. They do stuff like take your blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar, and they have women doctors/nurses on hand for mammograms and pap tests.

I had a display set up at the beginning of the corridor. I had a grand total of 4 dildos in my display. I blew some condoms up, to add a festive touch. I also had a display of all the different sorts of condoms you can get, as well as the usual books, pamphlets, and free condoms and lube.

I must admit, probably 70% of my time was spent watching old ladies come up to my display. Most of them were probably half blind because they didn't realize what the display was until they were wrist deep in condoms. Most of them would giggle, some of them would scoff, or run away nervously. Either way, it was good for a laugh. A lot of the ladies would say something like "I'm beyond that", but then I'd see a few pocketing a few packets of lube. Well, good for them, I say.

As yesterday wore on, though, a lot of the hospital staff would come by, usually explaining "I was told I just had to see this!". This was really fun, as I actually got some real interest and some real questions. I had a few inquiries about the patch, and I had one person ask me about alternatives to latex when it came to condoms. I had a lot of parents ask me about talking to their kids about sex, which is great, because I'll be having some programs running this summer on that topic.

I also tried a science experiment. I hope most of you know to not use vaseline or any other oil-based lubricant with condoms. It will eat away at it, and can cause little holes. I heard this, and I read somewhere that if you coat a condom with vaseline, and then blow it, the condom would burst in a matter of minutes. Well, I tried it at about 10am yesterday. Nothing happened all day, which made be look like a bit of an ass. However, it did provide much amusement when a little girl was walking by and touched the vaseline coated condom, thinking it was a balloon. She touched it, then cried "Eewww!". That wasn't as funny as the look of absolute horror on the mother's face. I just had to laugh and say "Don't worry, it's only Vaseline." Ha. No hard feelings. The mother came back later and we talked about how to bring up sex with her daughter. Anyway, all that to say that by the time I came in this morning (about 20 hours later), the condom had finally broke, hence proving the theory, sort of. I guess the moral is, definitely DON'T use vaseline with a condom, ESPECIALLY if you plan on having sex for 20 hours straight.

In other news, next weekend is the May 2-4 weekend. Wowee-zowee, I'm excited. The best part is that I will have all the benefits of being at home (no schlepping around all my luggage, access to our whirlpool bath, free groceries, access to a functioning BBQ, nice TV) with all the benefits of NOT being at home (no parents to cramp my style, no extra ears or eyes to be mindful of) as my parents will be gone to their camp all weekend.

Something very interested happened from this. Seeing as how they would be gone, I asked if I and a certain someone could stay at our house for the weekend. Now, for those of you that don't know, my mother has a very strict "no opposite-sex bed-sharing rule". Even when I had a very gay male friend stay with it, we were not allowed to share a bedroom (even if one of us slept on the floor!). She realizes that we sleep with boys, but it's just a rule she has. She realizes it's a bit silly, but yet she is staunchly loyal to upholding it. However, I asked - in jest, mostly - if I could take over the house for the weekend. Shockingly, she approved, just so long as we didn't sleep in their bed. Well, ew. Of course not. But still. I guess the rule only applies if she's actually in the house at the time, which is nice to know.

So, this post is getting a bit out of control. This weekend is the first weekend in a loooooong time where I actually have nothing planned. A part of me is excited. I can snug up around the house, and do all those little things I've been meaning to do. Yet, a part of me is a little worried that this motionless, travelless weekend will drive me insane. I'm prepared though. I'm going to get some booze after work, and have a few pinners prepared in this get really bad.