the other night was crazy at work. i was the therapist for two floors and it was pretty busy. around 3 am the 6th floor received a new pt. i was to give him one breathing treatment stat and then that was it. he apparently was a dr, so i was looking forward to interacting with him. (i think it's that whole comradery thing)
boy. was i wrong! he was moody and hostile, and insisted that there was nothing wrong with his breathing, so why the breathing treatment? i said that since it was only one, it was most likely prophylactic. he had just been in the ER, and some doctors prescribe a one time breathing treatment, esp. if the pt has been admitted for SOB (shortness of breath). i then (very nicely) said, "dr pt, if you want to refuse this treatment, that is fine and you have every right to do so. i will chart it as a refusal, but you are welcome to request the treatment at any time you should change your mind." (seriously. i was smiling pleasantly, figuring he'd had a rough night and all.)
he then demands to know what doctor prescribed this treatment, to which i said the dr in the ER that he saw (DUH!) and THEN he insists that i give his breathing treatment to the guy in the other bed who was coughing. he says, "in my medical opinion he is not doing so well..."
this totally threw me off, because really, he should know better, which i was sure he did, which meant that he was officially starting shit with me, which was not cool. i then scoffed/laughed and said, "are you serious?" (i kinda tilted my head to one side and looked at him sideways with one eyebrow raised... it's my "get outta town, you dumb ass" look... unfortunately for him, i am more prone to using it when i'm tired and not in the mood for too much bologna. oh yeah. you know the kids and stitch know it well, hee hee.)
dr pt waves his hand at me dismissively and says, "i need to go to the bathroom." i tell him i'll call the CNA, who will come and help him. usually i help the pts myself, because it just makes everybody's life easier that way, i think. but in this case, i was not feeling like being close to dr doofus.
i return to the nurses station and tell his nurse, "are you sure that guy's a dr? if so, he doesn't seems like a very competent one. maybe he's just a vet or something... she says she doesn't know what kind of doc he is, and then her and another nurse egg me into finding out. not one to turn down a dare, (i ain't no chicken! and yes, i have (metaphorically) had my tongue stuck on the flagpole many a time...) i proceeded back to his rm.
back in the room, i assisted dr to the bathroom and casually asked him about his licensing. family practice, go figure. i noticed he had a "peculiar but familiar" scent about him while i was helping him. i brought it up with the other nurses. we discovered rather interesting observations: we all agreed that pts with either chronic renal or liver failure tended to have this scent about them. and then, eureka! i said that it would be cool if i could train a dog to detect that scent before it was obvious to humans. they thought i was funny and laughed at my genius idea. i made it very clear that i will rub it in both of their faces when i am a billionaire. one of them said, "that's fine, as long as you kick some down..." we shall see about that.
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the nurse educator, another RN, and myself got into a conversation about where to get one's first tattoo. i was saying that my first one will most likely be one my left shoulder, at the highest point. i then complained that stitch was saying that he thinks the "tramp stamp" spots are pretty hot on chicks. the mentor said, "why not? you could get one of those stars on your low back like all the other girls..." ("A" for originality, huh?) to which i exclaimed, "puhlease! those things are like ratings!" we were cracking up. rob, the other RN, says he's gonna tell the next girl he sees with a star tattoo that she should get at least 3 more star tats, because he's she's too hot to be a 1 star rating...
i wonder which side of his face will get slapped...
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and in family news, the kids are well and back in school. this morning st about 515 am stitch said Day is WAY to chipper in the mornings (i agree). she just climbs into bed with us and is all smiles and "good mornings!". just soooo sweet. i think it's the highest part of her day, and i have never seen anybody so pleasant and bright in the morning. i wish she could rub some off on her little sis, who groans and scowls until she HAS to get up... i hope she never grows out of it.
we had some talks about things that left me nervous yet excited, scared and now pensive. i knew when i left my ex that '07 and '08 were going to be tough, but i never expected some of the things that are in my life now. i feel like i am standing at the event horizon of some vast black hole, and i cannot see what is inside, and i think that if i only had the courage let myself go, i could fall in and be happy and there won't necessarily be a white or picketed fence, but i just might find that somethin somethin i've been wanting.
the only thing that sucks is that i have no freaking parachute or lifeline, i have to fall in backwards, and once i dropped a rock into that black hole, and still haven't heard it hit the bottom...
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Well said.
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