Holiday weekends get crazy

I'm only hoping it gets better.

The latest:

Crispy fried patient cuts up every night just before end of shift. "He was just fine at Saint Suburban and he was on antidepressants. "Well, if you consider missing a broken foot at Saint Suburban in addition to his myriad other crispy fried brain problems secondary to a touch of alcohol abuse "fine"...Haldol, take me away!

Fireworks went off at the party in the park next door. Just hope everyone with PTSD doesn't get too wound up (we made it with no incidents on a recent night).

The Slug will lead us for part of the weekend. Oh. Freaking. Jesus. I just hope his/her entourage (i.e. family) stays home and doesn't call a million times for updates.

Patients go home, and contrary to policy, some are returned to us. They just couldn't wait until the weekend was over. One more was transferred to us to keep the weekend hopping with the skeleton crew.

Troll IT (aka TIT) person freaks out one of my best nurses, F., because she made an error when creating and synching all her passwords. We called TIT person before it was too late in the shift, but once I talked to TIT it was obvious that TIT was 1) disturbed from a sound sleep, 2) was interrupted from a really fun party or 3) was just a typical antisocial character who managed to get into customer support to pay the bills and didn't really want to be there.

TIT actually called me a "security risk" because my nurse (nearly in tears) passed me the phone so I could talk to her. If TIT only realized that F. could save her life if needed, but now, F. is only waiting for the opportunity to run TIT over in the parking lot if she figures out who she is.

Hopefully, that won't happen on our shift. The boss would be slightly pissed.

Stay tuned for more (attempted) murder and mayhem tales...if only I were making them up!