And so life goes…

I spent today recovering from the most awful toothache and am consequently grumpy and unreasonable. Toothaches are the worst things…I’d rather have the stomach flu. My three year old son tried his best to make me feel better. He kept hauling his favorite stuffed animals into bed with me! I am at the moment surrounded by a giant curious George, buzz lightyear, several unnamed critters, and a headless barbie doll (leftover from my daughters stash)! I am going to take a stiff shot of vodka…for it’s antiseptic properties, of course…and pass out! Goodnight, world!

Helllllooooo Nurse!

Well I graduated in December of 2009 and started working at a hospital. As you can see, getting acclimated to real-life nursing took a little time and I am just now, almost a year later at the point where my free time is once again free! It has been a full year…with many ups and just as many downs…as I found my footing as a registered nurse. There have been days when I truly thought I had made a mistake in choosing this profession. Then there were times that I was elated with my work. All in all I love being a nurse!

Final Stretch

It’s hard to believe that there is only one more week in this semester! It really flew. I had a great experience shadowing an ortho doctor last clinical; his residents were funny. As a massage therapist I know a little more about bones, nerves, and muscles than the average nursing student and I was amused when I asked the doctor’s fellow a question about the ramifications of amputation on the origin and insertion of thigh muscles and the man tried (kindly) to dumb it down for me so I could understand! I disabused him of a few things and we got on famously after that:) The fellow was asking the residents questions about what nerve came out superior to the piriformis and what it innervated and what the leg actions relating to it were and I was able to answer before one resident could fumble his way through-and got it right!!

I did make a pretty stupid mistake however; the fellow had asked me to hold a patient’s arm while it was casted, which I did…WITHOUT GLOVES! Needless to say, I had sticky, gunky cast glue all over my fingers for hours until I got home and used WD-40 to scrub it off!

The other experience with the wound care nurses at another hospital I am much less enthusiastic about. These nurses were rude and careless, refused to explain procedures, and got their kicks out of making us feel inadequate. Oh well, bound to be a few rotten apples!

Class,Generation Gaps, and Apologies

Recently we had a large, rather messy blow-up in my family. Things were said and done that created a sizable, possibly irreparable rift between two family members. The problem is that the younger of the two involved, who married into this clan is not aware of what constitutes a formal, respectful apology. The older of the two is very proper and although a significant coolness and pointed politeness has accented his conversation when in the younger man’s presence, he is consistently courteous. The younger man seems to be unaware of his lack of proper apology. A few days after the incident, he telephoned the older man and said he needed to talk to him but didn’t want to do it over the phone and could the older man come over to his house. This upset the older man, who felt that he shouldn’t have to take a trip to recieve his apology so he declined with rather killing politeness. Since then, the younger man considers the subject closed. The fact that the older man is unfailingly polite when they meet apparently led him to believe that any past problem has been, if not resolved, at least swept under the rug, which is how the younger man’s family deals with blow-ups. The young man has done everything that his people do to make something up to someone; he thanks the older man profusely for any small assistance that would normally just warrant a casual “thanks”, he makes certain to speak to him politely each time they meet, and has tried to “show” that the incident will not reccur by his actions. The problem came up again because the younger man is expecting a substantial amount of money and wants to take the whole family out to an expensive dinner. The older man says he has yet to recieve an apology from the younger man and while he will not be rude when they meet, he is not willing to be treated to dinner by this man at this time.

My problem is this; how do you show a person how to properly apologize without rubbing his upbringing in his face?

The way I was raised dictates that I be polite and respectful to my elders, apologize promptly and face to face, as well as ask the offended person what I could do to rectify the situation.

I understand that some people were not raised this way, and on some level I feel that the older man, being aware of the differences in upbringing, should take into account that the young man lacks polish in some areas and that he should be held to a lower standard than someone  reared in polite society.

Reading my last sentence made me cringe because I hate class snobbery and elitism. That said, there is an undeniable difference in etiquette between cultures, races, classes, and generations that cannot be disregarded.

If anyone has suggestions or comments, I would greatly appreciate them as I am at a complete loss  in this situation.

Lunar Madness

I have come to the conclusion that yesterdays happenings were directly related to the fact that the moon is almost full. I’m back at my favorite study spot today, and so far I’ve been accosted with a request to look up whether Heinz Hall is hiring or not (by a little lady with multiple scarves and two knit caps), had the gentleman at the next table loudly discourse on the fact that the phrase “whatever works for you” doesn’t work for him, and finally, a man who came in, stood in front of the counter for about ten minutes laughing at absolutely nothing and then left abruptly. I shudder to think of what the Presby ED looks like right now and am extremely glad I have not yet graduated.

Healthcare Workers Chart The Darndest Things

The following statements are said to have been written by various health care professionals, and found on patient’s charts during a recent review of medical records.

“The baby was delivered, the cord clamped and cut, and handed to the pediatrician, who breathed and cried immediately.”

“The skin was moist and dry.”

“The patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.”

“I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.”

“The patient lives at home with his mother, father, and pet turtle, who is presently enrolled in day care three times a week.”

“The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as stockbroker instead.”

“When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room.”

“By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped and he was feeling better.”

“Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.”

“On the second day knee was better; on the third day it had completely disappeared.”

“Patient was released to outpatient department without dressing.”

“The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.”

“Discharge status: Alive but without permission. Patient needs disposition; therefore we will get Dr. Blank to dispose of him.”

“Healthy-appearing, decrepit 69 year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.”

“The patient refused an autopsy.”

“The patient has no past history of suicides.”

“The patient expired on the floor uneventfully.”

“Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.”

“Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Blank, who felt we should sit on the abdomen and I agree.”

“Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.”

“Patient’s history is insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past 3 days.”

“The patient left the hospital feeling much better except for her original complaints.”

“She is numb from her toes down.”

“While in the ER, she was examined, X-rated and sent home.”

“Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches.”

“Patient was alert and unresponsive.”

The Penny Trail

So, here I am once again at the 61c cafe, studying. Typically, nothing very interesting happens here. Customers come and go with their coffee and their textbooks and laptops in a steady stream of humanity. But tonight I saw something so intriguing that I had to stop and blog!

I had just gone out to stretch my legs and give my poor soggy brain some air when a man walked past with an enormous black garbage bag that jingled with each stride he took. And from a small hole somewhere in that bag, a slow trickle of pennies clinked out, rolling neatly down the sidewalk behind him. He would glance down occasionally but did not break his stride and eventually vanished from sight. I assume he was headed for the Coinstar machine in the Giant Eagle.

That was certainly strange, but ok, maybe he had so many pennies that he wasn’t concerned about a paltry few 2000 or so.

Then, up and down the street, I began to be aware of people stooping to pick up the errant pennies. People crossed the street, changed directions, and called to friends. People used their cell phones, transferred things to other pockets, all scurrying around bending and stooping…like pigeons after breadcrumbs. Business men with brief cases, ties loosened, hunted through the dusk for change. Mothers with children in tow were juggling grocery bags while they demurely dipped to secure a couple of extra cents. The children themselves ran shrieking gleefully after the “candymoney”. An older gentleman, scooping pennies up in the middle of the street where the pennyman had crossed used his cane to push a few toward the sidewalk where he could safely get them. Cars were slowing, puzzled drivers rolling down windows and gawping at the generally staid Squirrel Hillians scramble up and down the twilit street in search for change.

As for me, I was fervently wishing for my digital camera.

The pennyman did not come back and I finally made my way back into the cafe to hit the books but I will never forget the weirdity of tonight and the way the people moved, like a dance, after the loosed pennies.

The morning after

Well, I didn’t flunk the exam, thank goodness, but I don’t think I’m proud enough of my grade to post it for the world to see. Let this be a lesson to me….study instead of blogging..even on gorgeous sunny Sundays!

Coffee Cram Number 2

Sitting at the 61C again on an absolutely gorgeous Sunday where the snow is noisily melting outside and the sun is blindingly glancing off the few remaining icicles decorating the Murray Avenue awnings. I have my second exam on Monday and I should be reviewing renal and thyroid function right now. George is at home with Sage and he called to tell me he was going to pack the baby in the backpack carrier and take him out for a walk. Sounds divine!

George was away at the cottage this weekend with his friends (all guy weekend trip) and just came back this morning. I’m glad he had a few days to decompress…boy could I use some! I miss him when he’s gone–the bed seems much too big, even though when he’s home I complain about how he sprawls and hogs the covers.

Back to the dreadful thyrotoxicosis and tubular necrosis flashcards! If I don’t post by Monday night, you may all assume that I had to retire from nursing school in disgrace, after recieving the lowest grade in history!

Wish me luck!

What would you do if you had a clean utility supply room at home?

Share some crazy or actual ideas you would use supplies and equipment found in the clean utility supply room…

IV gravity lines = used to water your plants indoor if you are always busy at work and have no time to take care of your plants… replace NS bag with water and set the rate to 1ml/hr? hehe…

Sterile cloth covers used to wrap sterile trays = use them as a mat on your car during muddy or rainy days..

100 CC syringes = used for baking. e.g. filling up cream puffs ?

foley /condom cath = Road tripping without pee breaks… ^_^

*disclaimer : taking supplies to home from your facility is considered stealing*

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