Viruses, virii and a mouse in my kitchen

Oh, it's been one heck of a week. I just finished my Z-pack and Dahey feels crappy. A mouse got into my cabinet and trashed a bag of barley and one box of Inca Red quinoa. 

The Christmas pageant starts soon. Bubba gets to do a solo instrumental song. We'll cross our fingers that he doesn't get stage fright. Looks like I'll have some fun tonight.

At the Hotel, the patients are getting loaded up with all sorts of goodies: blankets, books, snacks, cookies, you name it. The Manglement are getting ready for our next inspection in January (what a Christmas present!).

I'm praying it snows like mad.

Hope you're enjoying your night wherever you are. Stay tuned.

Taking some advice

Mondays are a blast at the Hotel. I'm always in for a surprise or two. Today's menu included:

1. Two pieces of equipment down. Guess who got to resolve their issues...me! Why? We were short tech folks today.

2. I get the call, "you need to go to xx clinic". No biggie. Was going over that way anyway. Since most of their patients are on holiday (or just didn't bother to schedule an appointment), it was dead slow, which gave me plenty of time to talk to the nursing supervisor, etc.

3. While I was at a meeting today, one of the docs told me, "Haven't you toughed out that cold long enough? I think it's time for a Z-pack." Off I go at lunch to call my PCP.

4. I miss an afternoon meeting. Why? Well, a patient who just needed "one little thing done" stayed for an hour. I couldn't resolve his issue, so he called two 800 numbers and then one transferred him three times until he got someone who took his info and will have to call him back.

I wasn't too upset on the last one. That would have been one meeting too many today.

And finally, I got to call our clerk to figure out where one patients ride was. It seems he/she called earlier, but had been roaming around waiting for the ride to no avail. I left and they still hadn't come.

So I gave the patient the ombudsman number and directions to the nurses' station, so they would make sure he/she was off without a hitch.

Tomorrow, thankfully, is another day. And so it goes...

Stay tuned!

Summertime's a comin'!

Signs of summer at the Hotel Rehab: certain characters call up with life-threatening "illnesses".

Here's what my travelling partner, the NP, told me today.

"You'll never guess who called me today?" she says.
"Who?", I ask
"It's the month of May. Who always calls in the month of May?" NP asks.
"I have no idea." I say
"Hint" she says, (squirrely voice) "I think I have sinus drainage that's green".
"OMG! Not again. Where's the hole now?" I say. (patient has a history of doing nearly ANYTHING to get admitted, including puncturing him/herself.)
"No hole. He/she just called and got a Z-pack." she says.
"Nice. I should have known" I said "It's air conditioning season again. Just wait. He/she will be back."

More to come...summer's on it's way!