We were all sitting around in the nursing station the other night, talking about anything and everything since there was almost a negative-number patient census. A topic that came up was how we react to crazy or unexpected situations which is interesting since this is occurs nearly every single day. One nurse mentioned a wild GI bleeder that came in recently, and how when they rolled the patient to clean her up she somehow managed to blow out the biggest GI bloody shart of all time, right onto the walls/face/body/hair/shoes/papercharting of and around the nurse doing the wiping.
Two of the nurses in the room just burst out laughing. I mean, what else can you do? The nurse on the receiving end was amazingly stoic. After hearing the story, I decided that I would probably just let slip the first expletive that came to mind, no matter who heard it.
At this point the sweet low-key secretary, who had been overhearing the conversation, pipes in with this: "Would you say S-H-I-T?"
I don't know why this was so funny, but it was. Especially considering she is so nice she can't even say the word shit out loud. Amusingly enough, I hadn't even thought of this word. I was leaning in another sailormouthed direction the whole time.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Knowledge and experience
You know, I recently had a series of rather interesting things happen in my work life, which has resulted in me taking a part-time charge nurse position in the ER (um, holy crap!) and various factions of the trauma surgeon department thinking I know what I'm doing 99% of the time.
In reality, I am quite overwhelmed. I don't know how I went from shiny new nurse to okay nurse to preceptor to prn charge. I really feel like most of the time I'm just winging it and I've got everyone fooled. In fact, I remember writing about that exact thought not so long ago. Funny thing is I really haven't come far since that particular moment, at least in my own opinion.
To sum it up nicely, this is exactly how I feel:
In reality, I am quite overwhelmed. I don't know how I went from shiny new nurse to okay nurse to preceptor to prn charge. I really feel like most of the time I'm just winging it and I've got everyone fooled. In fact, I remember writing about that exact thought not so long ago. Funny thing is I really haven't come far since that particular moment, at least in my own opinion.
To sum it up nicely, this is exactly how I feel:

Friday, December 9, 2011
Changes
Just call me Shrtstormtrooper, (relief) Charge Nurse. Sweet mother.
Story to follow soon, including both the exciting parts and the anxiety-causing parts.
Story to follow soon, including both the exciting parts and the anxiety-causing parts.
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