Monday finally flew by at the Hotel. I went in early to check mail and messages, and my phone rang. One of our patients passed away over the weekend. It wasn't entirely unexpected, but that call really changed the tone of my day.
Mr. C. had a wonderful Christmas according to this relative. He even got to celebrate a major wedding anniversary. He saw family and friends and experienced the fun of the holidays with his immediate family around him. His grand kids all opened gifts at his house.
Ms. Relative thought he was getting a cold and was possibly getting sick. Mr. C. said, "No, I just need some sleep." Mr. C. went to sleep smiling, she said, because he had so much fun seeing his family. When she went to check on him later, he was gone.
Considering the wild, crazy last few years Mr. C. had, this was the best way for him to go: at home in his sleep.
I worked a lot with Mr. C. and his family in the last year, I'll miss him, too.
More later.
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
All I want for Christmas
Yes, it's a song, but it's chorus resounds in the Hotel.
On the floor, all most of our folks want is to go home for Christmas. As nice as it is in the Hotel with all the volunteers and goodies and Santa (we even offer some shopping), most people want to go home for Christmas.
The folks who have no one, or no real home that looks like Currier and Ives, however, want to stay with us. Someone to take care of you is a happy holiday for them.
Some folks want a diagnosis for an illness that just cropped up. One minute, you're healing up. The next, you're sick, sick, sick and no one seems to know why even after multiple consults.
My office mate and I are still awaiting things to do our job, namely window blinds. That HIPAA assuring privacy thing really is a big deal, Mr./Ms. Hospital Interior Design person. We cannot do all of our jobs without it. So we rearrange, we encroach, and we crash in other areas. This makes for some other unhappy coworkers, but we manage. 'Tis the price of improvement and remodeling the Hotel, we say.
However, my relative is asking for something big: an accessible neighborhood. One in which you can ambulate by walking, your walker or your electric wheelchair, without fear of being hit by cars on a busy street. And since it's not far from the Hotel, it matters to us, too.
The social media campaign began yesterday. The news story airs tonight.
It's a big Christmas wish, but one that really should come true. Somebody's life may depend on it.
Stay tuned...
On the floor, all most of our folks want is to go home for Christmas. As nice as it is in the Hotel with all the volunteers and goodies and Santa (we even offer some shopping), most people want to go home for Christmas.
The folks who have no one, or no real home that looks like Currier and Ives, however, want to stay with us. Someone to take care of you is a happy holiday for them.
Some folks want a diagnosis for an illness that just cropped up. One minute, you're healing up. The next, you're sick, sick, sick and no one seems to know why even after multiple consults.
My office mate and I are still awaiting things to do our job, namely window blinds. That HIPAA assuring privacy thing really is a big deal, Mr./Ms. Hospital Interior Design person. We cannot do all of our jobs without it. So we rearrange, we encroach, and we crash in other areas. This makes for some other unhappy coworkers, but we manage. 'Tis the price of improvement and remodeling the Hotel, we say.
However, my relative is asking for something big: an accessible neighborhood. One in which you can ambulate by walking, your walker or your electric wheelchair, without fear of being hit by cars on a busy street. And since it's not far from the Hotel, it matters to us, too.
The social media campaign began yesterday. The news story airs tonight.
It's a big Christmas wish, but one that really should come true. Somebody's life may depend on it.
Stay tuned...
Friday, December 11, 2015
Dear Medicaid
You suck.
Why? Let me count the myriad ways...
One, you are the payor of last resort, but alas, when you have a loved one who goes to the emergency room because someone else caused their injury as they were going down the street, you are checked first.
It's especially nice when the injury occurs on the same day as the spend down deduction and you freak out said relative by saying, "Your Medicaid rejected you".
Two, you assume so much.
Three, when in doubt, you cut people off. It's way simpler than finding out what the actual problem is (i.e. a little timely communications re: the changing of spend down payments by $4 also helps) I guess.
That's okay. In the spirit of Christmas, besides assisting said relative in hiring an attorney, I'm just going to hang on the phone lines at your place and remind you of what the state laws really are when you've collected your $150 spend down.
And I'll make sure the nice people in Saint Elsewhere ER and the attorney do, too.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Why? Let me count the myriad ways...
One, you are the payor of last resort, but alas, when you have a loved one who goes to the emergency room because someone else caused their injury as they were going down the street, you are checked first.
It's especially nice when the injury occurs on the same day as the spend down deduction and you freak out said relative by saying, "Your Medicaid rejected you".
Two, you assume so much.
Three, when in doubt, you cut people off. It's way simpler than finding out what the actual problem is (i.e. a little timely communications re: the changing of spend down payments by $4 also helps) I guess.
That's okay. In the spirit of Christmas, besides assisting said relative in hiring an attorney, I'm just going to hang on the phone lines at your place and remind you of what the state laws really are when you've collected your $150 spend down.
And I'll make sure the nice people in Saint Elsewhere ER and the attorney do, too.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Quality or not
We had the long (not awaited) meeting with our nurse manager. I like the manager, I just detest being stuck with some of my ne'er-do-well coworkers.
Our manager had the not enviable position of beginning the discussion about changes coming to our Hotel clinic and home care group. Some folks just rolled their eyes. One person was on vacation. My cohort had a migraine. I thought I would have one, too.
The Slug made a comment I'll never forget when the nurse manager talked about liking Madison since he/she "can make a difference here."
The Slug replied, "I don't want to make a difference, I just want to be."
Be lazy? He/she's got that down.
Be greedy? Absolutely, when all you're worried about when your job title is going to change in the computer to care manager (because that title usually--but not always--gets you a pay raise).
Be an idiot? Completely. But when you have YEARS of nursing experience, especially doing stupid things, it's not surprising.
Quality, caring employees might be just the Christmas gift for the Hotel this year.
Stay tuned...
Our manager had the not enviable position of beginning the discussion about changes coming to our Hotel clinic and home care group. Some folks just rolled their eyes. One person was on vacation. My cohort had a migraine. I thought I would have one, too.
The Slug made a comment I'll never forget when the nurse manager talked about liking Madison since he/she "can make a difference here."
The Slug replied, "I don't want to make a difference, I just want to be."
Be lazy? He/she's got that down.
Be greedy? Absolutely, when all you're worried about when your job title is going to change in the computer to care manager (because that title usually--but not always--gets you a pay raise).
Be an idiot? Completely. But when you have YEARS of nursing experience, especially doing stupid things, it's not surprising.
Quality, caring employees might be just the Christmas gift for the Hotel this year.
Stay tuned...
Saturday, June 13, 2015
The agony and the ecstasy, part 31
These are themes I've seen over and over in my life and practice this week.
Agony:
Agony:
- Breaking very expensive equipment. Fibre optic cables that get stuck, then shatter in your hand and cut you as you're trying to gently extricate them. Ugh! I just hope the boss doesn't have a cow. Reported it already. Still terribly sad.
- Rousing the troops to no avail. Really? Not ONE of you could come to check this out? Yes, I know it was last-minute, but heaven forbid we do anything on a Friday. No one will show (unless it involves free food or money). Disclaimer: I did manage to grab two RNs from the floor wandering by, though. My remote site loved it.
- Get one thing fixed, break another. Thankfully, I'll be able to resolve this, but it will take a while.
- Dahey will be going on a TDY odyssey soon without Bubba and me. If we're lucky, we may be able to visit him before he leaves.
Ecstasy:
- Dr. EI will get his Christmas present (hopefully) by July. All the planets have aligned.
- I finally got into a pilot program which will get our site new, fancy equipment to take rehab and health care out to patients. YIPPEE! (Have waited a LONG time for this, too.)
- Things in this house are starting to come together. New paint adorns a few of the walls and will continue as Bubba and I get ready to tackle some of the easier rooms Dahey left for us.
- Planning a little vacation. Bubba will have another item on his "dreams come true" list complete this summer.
Stay tuned. It's never dull at the Hotel Rehab!
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Seasons Greeterings
As Homer used to say, here's the latest and greatest.
The Christmas Meme from Sunday Stealing.
1.The Christmas song I can listen to even in June is...
Go tell it on the Mountain
2.Hot Chocolate, Egg Nog or Mulled wine?
Mostly hot chocolate.
3.When do you put your decorations up?
Usually by December 15 (it depends).
4. What are you having for Christmas dinner?
Ham. Always.
5.What is your favorite Christmas tradition?
I get up early, make a big breakfast after filming Bubba opening all his gifts.
6. Have you ever gone Carol singing?
Yes, a very LONG time ago.
7. When did you learn the truth about Santa?
I was about 8 or 9 years old.
8. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
Very simply.
9. What's the best thing about Christmas?
After my birthday, the end of the year, seeing friends and family you haven't seen much during the year.
10. All I want for Christmas is... to be happy and healthy enough to celebrate with family and friends.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Manglement misadventures
Mediocrity can talk, but it is for genius to observe.~ Benjamin Disraeli
I really like some of the medical staff I work with at the Hotel. We have some folks with a lot of experience and wonderful patient rapport.
But, as usual, the Manglement are clueless. The Hotel is part of a reactionary hospital system, that just doesn't seem happy unless there is chaos. Evidence based practice? What's that? Or this discourse when I asked for a flexible schedule, even though, we already have them.
"If I let you do x, I'll have to let others do y."
Keeping employees happy is not part of their business plan. They get more clueless by the day.
I'm counting down the days. I'm glad my Christmas vacation is coming.
I really like some of the medical staff I work with at the Hotel. We have some folks with a lot of experience and wonderful patient rapport.
But, as usual, the Manglement are clueless. The Hotel is part of a reactionary hospital system, that just doesn't seem happy unless there is chaos. Evidence based practice? What's that? Or this discourse when I asked for a flexible schedule, even though, we already have them.
"If I let you do x, I'll have to let others do y."
Keeping employees happy is not part of their business plan. They get more clueless by the day.
I'm counting down the days. I'm glad my Christmas vacation is coming.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
In the news
Since I haven't done one of these in a while...why not?
Here are a few goodies I've encountered in my meanderings on the internet. Hope you enjoy!
Surprise, surprise
I guess we shouldn't really be surprised that a reality show producer would try to get some free publicity for a new story idea via Twitter, should we?
I know a couple of my friends were crowing that they figured him out right away. I just thought it was funny.
A hot ride
The good folks at the BBC gave an account of some stolen cobalt-60 in Mexico. The authorities are looking for the thieves, since they have been exposed to radiation.
My expert, Dahey, says there's no such thing as a little, harmless cobalt-60. Nice.
Finally, if that wasn't scary enough...
This may be. Millions of passwords compromised. All you need for Christmas is a new one. Change yours accordingly, so the bad guys can't masquerade as you on social media.
Cross this off your Christmas list
23andme, the genetic testing firm got in trouble with the FDA this week. So much for my brother and Aunt Martha's Christmas gifts.
Here are a few goodies I've encountered in my meanderings on the internet. Hope you enjoy!
Surprise, surprise
I guess we shouldn't really be surprised that a reality show producer would try to get some free publicity for a new story idea via Twitter, should we?
I know a couple of my friends were crowing that they figured him out right away. I just thought it was funny.
A hot ride
The good folks at the BBC gave an account of some stolen cobalt-60 in Mexico. The authorities are looking for the thieves, since they have been exposed to radiation.
My expert, Dahey, says there's no such thing as a little, harmless cobalt-60. Nice.
Finally, if that wasn't scary enough...
This may be. Millions of passwords compromised. All you need for Christmas is a new one. Change yours accordingly, so the bad guys can't masquerade as you on social media.
Cross this off your Christmas list
23andme, the genetic testing firm got in trouble with the FDA this week. So much for my brother and Aunt Martha's Christmas gifts.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Sure seemed like Monday
Except it was Tuesday. Surprise! Ah, the fun you can have at work when you forget what day it is because you were sick the day before.
At least I didn't need the seasickness pills.
The relative with the oddball unknown disease called today. Turns out it may be an even more oddball family thing. They will find out soon and let me know. (What a plus to being a nurse...knowing about every medically related thing). I get asked about just about everything: bowels, bladder, forgetfulness.
Sometimes I think I'm back at work!
Nevertheless, I am so happy I don't have to tell EVERYONE about this at the Christmas party this year. Hallmark just doesn't make a good card for it.
More later...
At least I didn't need the seasickness pills.
The relative with the oddball unknown disease called today. Turns out it may be an even more oddball family thing. They will find out soon and let me know. (What a plus to being a nurse...knowing about every medically related thing). I get asked about just about everything: bowels, bladder, forgetfulness.
Sometimes I think I'm back at work!
Nevertheless, I am so happy I don't have to tell EVERYONE about this at the Christmas party this year. Hallmark just doesn't make a good card for it.
More later...
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas everyone!
This song reminds me of my first Christmas away from home many years ago in England. Merry Christmas to all wherever you are today!
Ding dong! merrily on high
In heav’n the bells are ringing:
Ding dong! verily the sky
Is riv’n with Angel singing.
Gloria,
Hosanna in excelsis!
E’en so here below, below,
Let steeple bells be swungen,
And “Io, io, io!”
By priest and people sungen.
Gloria,
Hosanna in excelsis!
Pray you, dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers;
May you beautifully rime
Your evetime song, ye singers.
Gloria,
Hosanna in excelsis!
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Is it the end?
It certainly is almost the end of the weekend and the end of the year. I will miss that, the weekend part, anyway.
WildDog is getting slower and more incontinent. Not sure when/if his end will come soon. I thought about it the other day when I wrote the Christmas letter. We have had WildDog since before Bubba was born, and he was about 5 years old when we got him. He is getting gray around his muzzle, too.
Even though, he's an old dog, he loves the head scratches and ear rubs.
My car is making all sorts of noises. Dahey is in charge of investigating that. What joy! It's older than Bubba and almost as old as WildDog.
I'm thinking it might be time to just buy a little compact to go back and forth to work, since I'm lucky enough to be close to the Hotel.
Plenty to think about...
WildDog is getting slower and more incontinent. Not sure when/if his end will come soon. I thought about it the other day when I wrote the Christmas letter. We have had WildDog since before Bubba was born, and he was about 5 years old when we got him. He is getting gray around his muzzle, too.
Even though, he's an old dog, he loves the head scratches and ear rubs.
My car is making all sorts of noises. Dahey is in charge of investigating that. What joy! It's older than Bubba and almost as old as WildDog.
I'm thinking it might be time to just buy a little compact to go back and forth to work, since I'm lucky enough to be close to the Hotel.
Plenty to think about...
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Ah, a couple of days...
It just takes a couple of days away to really enjoy the start of the holidays.
Thanksgiving dinner was delightful. The day was sunny and the food all turned out really good. No politics was discussed at our dinner table (a major feat). We watched movies after lunch and just vegetated. (Thank goodness for the dishwasher!)
Black Friday came and went. I worked on a paper (I actually felt like writing) and Dahey and Bubba went shopping. Since most of the hardcore shoppers were out on Thanksgiving, it wasn't nearly as crowded. I did most of my shopping online. I did go to a store, but couldn't find anything I wanted.
The boys came home with an unusual present. They decided they needed a ukelele. (Dahey wanted a guitar, but didn't like the one he saw that was in the price range). The ukelele was in the price range and even came with a teach yourself DVD. Should be interesting to see if Bubba can get good enough to qualify for one of these scholarships. (Yes, there are scholarships for ukelele!)
Today, we're going to a local holiday fair and Bubba is excited. He knows the Santa there is not "real Santa" but he promises not to mess it up for the little kids.
Should be interesting...stay tuned.
Thanksgiving dinner was delightful. The day was sunny and the food all turned out really good. No politics was discussed at our dinner table (a major feat). We watched movies after lunch and just vegetated. (Thank goodness for the dishwasher!)
Black Friday came and went. I worked on a paper (I actually felt like writing) and Dahey and Bubba went shopping. Since most of the hardcore shoppers were out on Thanksgiving, it wasn't nearly as crowded. I did most of my shopping online. I did go to a store, but couldn't find anything I wanted.
The boys came home with an unusual present. They decided they needed a ukelele. (Dahey wanted a guitar, but didn't like the one he saw that was in the price range). The ukelele was in the price range and even came with a teach yourself DVD. Should be interesting to see if Bubba can get good enough to qualify for one of these scholarships. (Yes, there are scholarships for ukelele!)
Today, we're going to a local holiday fair and Bubba is excited. He knows the Santa there is not "real Santa" but he promises not to mess it up for the little kids.
Should be interesting...stay tuned.
Monday, November 12, 2012
It's almost like Christmas
When you actually clean out that closet in the office that was bursting at the seams. Here are a few of my finds in there today on my day off (I know, I just know how to have fun...)
- acceptance letter to nursing school
- computer tools I'd thought someone had taken
- a computer part I needed for Dahey (the one I bought at the dollar store broke in a week)
- my old laptop and other oddball computer parts
- wallet with my student ID from 2001
- and $6 cash
More to come...the semester's slowly finishing. Another paper is nearly done.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Christmas is now officially over
The decorations have finally been boxed and put away at the RehabRN household.
It's amazing how much you can get done when you don't feel like your head is going to explode.
That is all. Enjoy the remaining moments of your weekend.
It's amazing how much you can get done when you don't feel like your head is going to explode.
That is all. Enjoy the remaining moments of your weekend.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Merry Christmas to me
No it's not a mistake. I still have the Christmas tree in my office, but it is put away. I put away a lot of stuff in the office, since I got my Christmas wishes fulfilled recently. The office that's as old as some of my Generation X coworkers, finally is getting painted. Yes, some of the retirement age painters at the Hotel remember painting offices that "Government Beige" (their words about the color of my office) color in their early careers.
So Rex and Mike, the two former occupants of my office space will be invited to a "officewarming party" as soon as the painters are done.
On top of that, I also got some equipment I need for another project. We have a support person in our area who deserves a medal for what she does. Suzy has been around forever, and really does know where everything is. Thanks to her and a lovely lady in another area named Rose, I got my supplies. I've been trying to get them since I started my work in the SU months ago.
Thank you Santa. It's all just what I wanted...even if it's late. Those elves are the best!
More to come...
So Rex and Mike, the two former occupants of my office space will be invited to a "officewarming party" as soon as the painters are done.
On top of that, I also got some equipment I need for another project. We have a support person in our area who deserves a medal for what she does. Suzy has been around forever, and really does know where everything is. Thanks to her and a lovely lady in another area named Rose, I got my supplies. I've been trying to get them since I started my work in the SU months ago.
Thank you Santa. It's all just what I wanted...even if it's late. Those elves are the best!
More to come...
Friday, December 30, 2011
Seven survival skills
Stuff I've taught Bubba over the Christmas break from school so far...
1. This is a washing machine. This is how the clothes go in (adding detergent, etc.) I don't know if he's old enough for it to stick, but it can't hurt trying.
2. This is the dryer (refer to #1).
3. These are sharp knives. Be careful (as I nick my finger with the chef's knife I just got sharpened today.)
4. While Mom and Dad drive old cars, you need to know how to get out when the doors are locked. These old fashioned things are called buttons. Pull them up to get your door unlocked. If that doesn't work, slide across the seat to the other door. Voila! It opens (even if it sets off the alarm). Do not sit unattended in the car in the driveway and cry when you can get yourself out.
5. This is a key. It opens the door. Use it.
6. Life is too short not to have pumpkin pie, cookies and cakes for the holidays. Be certain to add in a few fruits and vegetables, too.
7. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Be kind. Say please and thank you. And tell your family and friends you love them when you see them. You may not get a second chance.
1. This is a washing machine. This is how the clothes go in (adding detergent, etc.) I don't know if he's old enough for it to stick, but it can't hurt trying.
2. This is the dryer (refer to #1).
3. These are sharp knives. Be careful (as I nick my finger with the chef's knife I just got sharpened today.)
4. While Mom and Dad drive old cars, you need to know how to get out when the doors are locked. These old fashioned things are called buttons. Pull them up to get your door unlocked. If that doesn't work, slide across the seat to the other door. Voila! It opens (even if it sets off the alarm). Do not sit unattended in the car in the driveway and cry when you can get yourself out.
5. This is a key. It opens the door. Use it.
6. Life is too short not to have pumpkin pie, cookies and cakes for the holidays. Be certain to add in a few fruits and vegetables, too.
7. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Be kind. Say please and thank you. And tell your family and friends you love them when you see them. You may not get a second chance.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas, everyone!
An oldie but goodie! Thank you to all the folks working on the holiday and throughout the holiday season. I raise my glass/coffee cup/beverage of choice, to you!
Enjoy!
Twas the Night Before Christmas -A Nursing Version
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the floor
Lasix was given, filling foleys galore.
Stockings were worn to prevent emboli,
they came in two sizes, knee and thigh high.
The patients were nestled half-@$$ed in their beds,
while visions of stool softeners danced in their heads.
We in our scrubs, and they in their gowns,
Fashion created to hide extra pounds.
When down in the ER it became such a zoo,
they called with admissions for me and you.
They're coming, they're going, and they're all looking the same.
My patience for patients is starting to wane.
Now call lights are ringing, the patient 400 pounds,
says "Didnt get my pericare, send my nurse now".
And now delegation seems the best plan,
We try to send others, for the needs of this man.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa himself and 8 tiny reindeer.
Hey says he comes from Central Supply.
To bring us LR, NS, & D5.
The doctors then scribbled what no one could read.
Orders on patients, to measure their pee.
We try to decipher illegible words,
orders for patients, to guaiac their turds.
The new shift arriving, our day is now through,
How did stool & emesis get in my shoe?
We give them report and pass on the facts,
and tell them of duoderm lining the cracks.
And the nurses exclaim as they limp out of sight,
"Ativan to all, and to all a good night".
Enjoy!
Twas the Night Before Christmas -A Nursing Version
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the floor
Lasix was given, filling foleys galore.
Stockings were worn to prevent emboli,
they came in two sizes, knee and thigh high.
The patients were nestled half-@$$ed in their beds,
while visions of stool softeners danced in their heads.
We in our scrubs, and they in their gowns,
Fashion created to hide extra pounds.
When down in the ER it became such a zoo,
they called with admissions for me and you.
They're coming, they're going, and they're all looking the same.
My patience for patients is starting to wane.
Now call lights are ringing, the patient 400 pounds,
says "Didnt get my pericare, send my nurse now".
And now delegation seems the best plan,
We try to send others, for the needs of this man.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa himself and 8 tiny reindeer.
Hey says he comes from Central Supply.
To bring us LR, NS, & D5.
The doctors then scribbled what no one could read.
Orders on patients, to measure their pee.
We try to decipher illegible words,
orders for patients, to guaiac their turds.
The new shift arriving, our day is now through,
How did stool & emesis get in my shoe?
We give them report and pass on the facts,
and tell them of duoderm lining the cracks.
And the nurses exclaim as they limp out of sight,
"Ativan to all, and to all a good night".
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Digital Nativity Story
The kids were very entertained by this at Bubba's Christmas pageant.
Yes, indeed, things would be different!
Yes, indeed, things would be different!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Blue Christmas
It's not because I'm upset but that's describing my Christmas sock collection! For many years, as a kid and as a nurse, I've had to wear uniforms. So when they don't specify what kind of socks you can wear, I get creative.
And the rest of the year I wear compression hose, so I can make all the patients wear theirs when they get frisky and refuse...er decline!
Don't leave home without festive (and comfortable) feet!
And the rest of the year I wear compression hose, so I can make all the patients wear theirs when they get frisky and refuse...er decline!
Don't leave home without festive (and comfortable) feet!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
'Tis the season part 2
Yes, it's the holiday season here at the Hotel, and no one is afraid to say "Merry Christmas", "Happy Hannukah," "Happy Kwanzaa," or "Festivus Maximus", 'cause we have people who say, "Damn it, I'm gonna say whatever I want and who's gonna stop me?"
"No, Mr. Old Marine," I say. "You've fought for your right to wish people merry in the jungles of Vietnam. I most certainly will not stop you from spreading the joy, sir! BTW here's another cookie." (as he covets the lovely plate I had in my hand from one of our volunteers.)
And when I'm not entertaining all the folks awaiting their rides and the volunteers singing Christmas carols in the lobby, I decided to go to the Madison Christmas party, which the bigwigs decided to hold in the psych dining room. What fun!
Thankfully, Nurse Bobby, our resource nurse of the day and I didn't get stuck listening to much of the new assistant director's "happy holidays, let's take care of patients and be excellent" speech. The cake and punch line was long, and everyone was all excited about the prizes. It's actually not a bad deal. Each employee's name is put in for a gift and our unit actually won some (usually the psych people always win...lucky stiffs!) Bobby and I ended up carrying the loot back for our a few of our coworkers.
So what did they win, Pat. Let me tell you...you could tell we work at a hospital with caffeine deprived people. They had not one, not two, not three but six coffee pots as prizes. The dietitians obviously won't be doing a "Healthy Choices" seminar with the staff anytime soon, because they also gave away three home-sized deep-fryers, one of which went to one of our unit's nurses.
More fun as the week goes on, with even more parties next week. I'd better get those scrubs out now just to be ready.
Stay tuned...
"No, Mr. Old Marine," I say. "You've fought for your right to wish people merry in the jungles of Vietnam. I most certainly will not stop you from spreading the joy, sir! BTW here's another cookie." (as he covets the lovely plate I had in my hand from one of our volunteers.)
And when I'm not entertaining all the folks awaiting their rides and the volunteers singing Christmas carols in the lobby, I decided to go to the Madison Christmas party, which the bigwigs decided to hold in the psych dining room. What fun!
Thankfully, Nurse Bobby, our resource nurse of the day and I didn't get stuck listening to much of the new assistant director's "happy holidays, let's take care of patients and be excellent" speech. The cake and punch line was long, and everyone was all excited about the prizes. It's actually not a bad deal. Each employee's name is put in for a gift and our unit actually won some (usually the psych people always win...lucky stiffs!) Bobby and I ended up carrying the loot back for our a few of our coworkers.
So what did they win, Pat. Let me tell you...you could tell we work at a hospital with caffeine deprived people. They had not one, not two, not three but six coffee pots as prizes. The dietitians obviously won't be doing a "Healthy Choices" seminar with the staff anytime soon, because they also gave away three home-sized deep-fryers, one of which went to one of our unit's nurses.
More fun as the week goes on, with even more parties next week. I'd better get those scrubs out now just to be ready.
Stay tuned...
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